STOLEN DESIRE

With: Robin Lovett

Welcome to the sex planet! Yes, I really did just say that. Crash landing on a world with ultra-hot polyamorous aliens would be a shock to any human woman. The air you breathe is an aphrodisiac and it’s a do-it-or-die survival scenario, so I can’t blame the heroines in the Planet of Desire series for feeling a little confused—or for giving in to all the temptations and enjoying themselves!

I’ve had so much fun writing these erotic sci-fi books, letting my imagination run to places it only can in these books. The newest one, STOLEN DESIRE, has a hero who is none other than a Sex God, and Jenie is super overwhelmed by all his extraterrestrial sexiness, not to mention has some hang-ups of her own.

Here’s an excerpt from Chapter 1:

I swoon on my feet and grab the doorframe for support. I can’t help staring at him.

His body is visible through the sheer covering he wears.

His alien form is foreign in its perfection. Like nothing I’ve ever seen before. He’s a work of art, every muscle flowing and yet carved into the next—the hardness of his chest, the mold of his shoulders, and the bulge of his biceps combined with the taper of his waist. I don’t dare glance below his hips.

What’s there is no doubt visible and as gloriously flawless as the rest of him.

What’s most entrancing about him, though, is his skin swirls with a rainbow of colors, blending and flowing in wide swaths of brilliant sapphire, vibrant crimson, and deepest midnight. I watch a wave of azure brushes across his firm chest and downward. Seeing it fills me with a feeling that the color waves are undulations of desire weaving within him.

As though he visibly echoes and reflects the same desires aching within me.

His fingers and palm strain toward me. All it would take is a step for me to walk into his caress over my cheek. The temptation seethes within my center, and resisting it twists my stomach.

But I’m afraid that the slightest stroke of his skin against mine would merge my desire with his, and it would

storm through my veins like a reckless hurricane, ravaging my self-control.

I cut my head to the side in rejection, the tiniest negative, the only one I’m capable of.

He lowers his hand. “Why do you resist? I don’t understand.” Confusion pinches his lips. Oh gods, his lips…

thick and delectable. The perfect shape to…

He bites his lower one as though he knows I’m staring at it, as though he intuits what I’m dying to do to him myself. “I would satisfy you.”

A needy moan sounds from my chest, and my mouth is open, the acquiescence on my tongue. I could let him

through the doorway. I could let him fulfill his promises. I could submit to every drive to let him pleasure me.

“Tell me what you need,” he croons, almost begging. “I’ll give it all to you.”

I could tell him—tell him that my body betrays me, that giving into what he’s offering and I’m needing would wreck me. I could confess the truth, how I want him to ravage me so fiercely that I don’t care if it’s what I should or shouldn’t have.

But the hard truth I’ve told no one is that I have no control over what happens to me if I take another lover.

My body rules me now. My hormones have changed and will latch onto the next person I let into my body. I will be attached to that person for life and will have no say in who or why, craving that person like I need air in my lungs.

I step back from the threshold, grabbing the door.

Shock and disappointment rages over his expression.

“Jenie, please. Don’t do this.”

I close the door in his face and seal it.

STOLEN DESIRE

Koviye
My people call me the Sex God, but I, Koviye of the Fellamana, am so much more. I read their every desire and satisfy them with a mere touch of my hands. I’m sworn to share my powers, and this thing humans call monogamy is biologically impossible for me, or so I thought until I met the human, Jenie, Lieutenant General in the rebellion against our mutual enemy determined to destroy us. Now, as though Jenie has some power over me, I cannot think of touching anyone but her.

Jenie
I’ve dreamt of Koviye every night since I landed on this sex planet where every breath I take is an aphrodisiac to my blood. I am not fully human, I am part alien, and the planet has awakened my body’s instinct to find a mate. The next person I have sex with I will form an attachment for life, which is impossible for the Sex God. I have a rebellion to lead. Mating a polyamorous alien would ruin me. I can never have him, no matter how much I burn for him.

But I need his help. My best friend was taken prisoner by our enemies, the Ten Systems, and the only person with a ship fast enough to save her is Koviye. And all those dreams I’ve been having about him aren’t just dreams, he tells me. They’re real. He can dream walk, so if I can’t have him while I’m awake, at least I can have him in my dreams—as if that will ever be enough.

Each book in the Planet of Desire series is STANDALONE:
* Toxic Desire
* Captive Desire
* Stolen Desire

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