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Hoara Felin thinks she's in love. The problem is, the man she's fallen in love with is forbidden to leave the planet. Plus, he's not quite a man...
Sub-Commander Hoara Felin of the Republic Space Fleet has crash-landed on a planet. Her ship is inoperable, her shipmates are dead. The only thing that can make a bad situation worse is finding she has crashed on the notorious prison-planet of Bliss—a place condemned criminals are sent…and never leave.
She finds an unexpected ally in Toh, a handsome and caring man who treats her injuries and hides her from those who would hold an officer of the Space Fleet for ransom. But, as Hoara is about to find out, Toh is keeping a terrifying secret of his own.
Editorial Reviews:
From Kerin - Two Lips Reviews
Run, don’t walk to get your copy of On Bliss...This fantastic new release from KS Augustin is a definite must-read that belongs on your Keeper Shelf!
From Krista - Coffee Time Romance
On Bliss, written by Ms. Augustin, is a great story of trust and truth...
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Excerpt From: On Bliss
He remembered the feel of her skin against his hands and a rush of desire filled his head.
No!
He had to retain control.
He pushed back the chair with his outstretched toes. It was almost too tall for him as a human. He pretended not to notice.
“If you’re finished, you should go back to bed. You need more rest.”
Maybe it was pheromones, a scent that escaped her body to tickle at his back-brain. All he could think about was touching her, licking her.
“I may need some help.” Her voice sounded embarrassed. “My ribs still hurt a little when I bend over.”
“Of course.”
He followed her into the semi-darkness of the bedroom and was suddenly aware of her scent filling the small space.
While she undid the buttons of the shirt, he started on her trousers.
He tried to recall astral charts in his head while he unzipped her and slowly pulled the trousers down to her ankles. Then he made a mistake. He breathed in. He breathed her in and all the pent-up desire of the past years, the slow trudging years of solitude and loneliness, erupted in a choreography of movement.
Swiftly, he pulled the trousers while she stepped out of them, and flung them away from him.
She was still standing, while he was crouched in front of her, and his first kiss was on her thigh. He heard her quick intake of air and ignored it, closing his eyes and kissing her legs, first one then the other. He would not think of rejection, would not think of refusal. He would kiss her and pleasure her and perhaps rouse in her the same kind of passion that she roused in him.
He had never felt such silkiness, such fragrant smoothness. His face brushed her groin then kissed her abdomen, his hands gripping her from behind, pushing her hips against him.
Her legs were almost together, but that didn’t stop him. He moved down to her triangle of curls, to the mound of her sex and used his tongue to part her, working their way between her outer lips and curling behind her clitoris, exhaling¯hot and steamy with mouth open¯before taking her nub between his lips.
Above him, she groaned and moved her legs further apart, clutching his hair with distracted hands.
“We…I…shouldn’t…,” she gasped, but her body encouraged him to continue.
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