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"Ms. Rabiyah concocted nine
erotic tales not confined to
humanity as we know it. Her
explorations of other realms and
other peoples left my heart
pounding and my mind
stunned. She shatters taboos,
blasts barriers and allows us
into worlds of sensual bliss
unknown on ordinary old
Earth. Her clear, concise
writing style shows a talent for
the unusual and the intriguing,
sucking the reader into
sensation after sensation."
5 Hearts
Reviewer: Patricia Oshier
Bruening
TheRomanceStudio.com
erotic tales not confined to
humanity as we know it. Her
explorations of other realms and
other peoples left my heart
pounding and my mind
stunned. She shatters taboos,
blasts barriers and allows us
into worlds of sensual bliss
unknown on ordinary old
Earth. Her clear, concise
writing style shows a talent for
the unusual and the intriguing,
sucking the reader into
sensation after sensation."
5 Hearts
Reviewer: Patricia Oshier
Bruening
TheRomanceStudio.com
| "It is amazing how much sexual tension Ms. Rabiyah manages to incorporate into a story that takes place on less than thirty pages. I think that if this were a full-size book, it would kill me!" -Paige Lovitt for Reader Views in a Review for The Noonday Demon (AmiraPress.com) |
| Nimmet, Goddess of Love Available from loveyoudivine.com as a Downloadable E-Book Futuristic Erotic Romance Fleeing an arranged marriage to a tyrant, Sima escapes her bodyguards and finds herself on the south side of the city of Irnia. Much unlike the free nation of Taraf where she grew up, Irnia harbors decadence and human slavery. Escaping to what she thinks is a motel, she books a room and soon realizes it’s actually a brothel. The famous Unangi statue of Nimmet is yet another priceless possession Leuj, the tyrannical leader of Irnia desires. He is obsessed with things he cannot have and finds a way to possess them, one way or another. With his latest conquest fulfilled, he turns his sights on his rival’s daughter, Sima. Marriage plans are made, but when Sima escapes her bodyguards to avoid Leuj’s proposal, she finds herself in a world much unlike the free nation of Taraf where she grew up. The city of Irnia harbors decadence and human slavery. Sima flees to what she thinks is a motel. She books a room and soon realizes it’s a brothel. The handsome male consort, Razi, is assigned to her room and appeals to her deepest desires. When Razi discovers who she is, Sima flees, fearing he might turn her over to the authorities. Before she leaves though, she does something he never asked for. Sima buys his freedom. Escaping to the Unangi mountains, Sima is soon captured by Leuj’s police. Razi must brave his freedom, something he doesn’t understand or really want. With the help of an old friend, he tries to rescue Sima before it’s too late. |
| Seducing My Husband Available from: loveyoudivone.com as a Downloadable E-Book Contemporary Erotica Tina misses the hot lover she married. For two months, he hasn’t laid a finger on her in a sexual way. Her best friend suggests an affair, but this determined housewife has a plan of her own. Tina’s husband has a new job that’s taking him away from her for twelve-hour-a-day shifts. When he comes home, he’s tired, grumpy and in no mood to service his wife. This won’t do at all. Although her best friend thinks Tina ought to call off the search for Steven’s missing libido and seek pleasure in the arms of another man, this housewife knows how to cook up some special excitement. She’s willing to work for what she wants and needs even if it means having an affair with the man she married. |
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| Releases for the month of June: Shahzar Book Three in Print, Nimmet Goddess of Love in print, Derrick 7744 in e-book formats. (Click cover to be directed to publisher's buy page.) |
| Featured Excerpt from: Derrick 7744 Available now at: ForbiddenPublications.com |
Diary Entry, Year of the Blue Sun, Seventh Month, Day 13
Tagia was not my place of birth, and I never intended to stay this long. There is something safe about living in
one place for a while, settling in, putting down roots. I guess it’s like that for me. My dad was in the Kyleena
military, a fighter pilot. That fact had us moving every two years when I was growing up. I came to this planet,
this very settlement because, straight out of college, Mercer Laboratories offered me a job. It was a high-paying
assignment, top-secret and important. For once in my life, I felt empowered, free to stay where I chose.
Now I feel trapped. I don’t know why I’m overcome with the desire to move on. There’s nothing else I need,
nothing I can name or think of. I am content in my solitude.
Cammie Sorenson
Thursday
The smells of the lunchroom hung in the controlled air, faint, unappetizing. I looked up and frowned. My friend
was about to lecture me. I could tell. She stood there in her white labcoat, an outfit she made attractive in her
own way. Melanie grinned at me with a mixture of pity and empathy, her brown eyes sparkling. “No one? You
say there’s no one you can think of to take to Palmer’s party? It’s a social event, Cam! You’ve just got to bring
someone. It wouldn’t reflect well on you to come alone. It’s not like there will be eligible bachelors there to pick
from.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“Melanie, I told you, with all the research, the time in the labs, I just don’t get out like you do,” I offered. It wasn’t
that I couldn’t get out, I didn’t want to. There were a lot of scary diseases going around out there in the real
world. I preferred my high-rise apartment, surrounded by the pristine plasma glass that kept even the fouled air
away. I was safe there with my books, my television, my music, myself. After a long day at the lab, I didn’t want
to go anywhere but home.
“Oh, Cammie. Let me help you. I have a friend that used Elser’s Service before. I can get the web address for
you. She said it was easy, all done on the internet. You type in what you want and bam, it gets delivered to your
door for as little or as long as you need it.” She pushed back a stray wisp of her auburn hair. At lunch she
always took it down and let it hang loose about her face. “And after the date, if you want something else… Well,
you know. He’ll do whatever you say.”
“It gets delivered? We’re talking about a real human right? Not a machine, not a device?” I tried to ignore her
implication about sex. She had hinted I needed some, and maybe she was right.
Melanie looked over her shoulder, eyeing Magnus and Jaime as they passed us to sit at another table in the
noisy lab cafeteria. “Shh, keep it down. You don’t want them to know, do you?”
I flushed, feeling stupid, embarrassed and fifteen all over again.
“Of course, it’s a real person. And they check them for any diseases, train them and everything. That’s what
they’re for, you know.”
“I don’t know, Mel. They’ll be able to tell at Palmer’s. Jeez, it’ll probably be pretty obvious. I don‘t think I’d feel
comfortable doing that.”
Melanie leaned in closer. “Cam, you’ve got to bring someone to the party. There’s going to be awards, new
appointments. You know how Palmer feels about being grounded. He likes his employees paired off.”
“I don’t know, Mel. Let me think about it.” I dove into my plate of peas and imitation chicken with a newfound
desire to fill my mouth with food. When I paused to look up at the mirror behind Melanie, I was surprised at how
severe I appeared. My black hair was tied back in a tidy bun, my brown eyes cold and stark. I turned to Melanie.
She watched me with pity as she finished off her own food. Finally, she left me alone to think about it.
I contemplated the whole thing over a plastic looking dessert that resembled fruit, but was more than likely
made from tofu and calorie-free sugar substitute. What did I need a date for? I didn’t want the contact, the
closeness of a counterpart. Besides, there were too many top secret projects that I was working on. A date
would ask questions.
But then, Mel was proposing an escort, not a partner. A temporary man. A person with whom I could share a
few drinks at a boring work party where I, more than likely, would be presented new appointments and more
work. More assignments meant more money, which meant I could retire earlier than I planned to. Okay, so the
idea had its merits.
Tagia was not my place of birth, and I never intended to stay this long. There is something safe about living in
one place for a while, settling in, putting down roots. I guess it’s like that for me. My dad was in the Kyleena
military, a fighter pilot. That fact had us moving every two years when I was growing up. I came to this planet,
this very settlement because, straight out of college, Mercer Laboratories offered me a job. It was a high-paying
assignment, top-secret and important. For once in my life, I felt empowered, free to stay where I chose.
Now I feel trapped. I don’t know why I’m overcome with the desire to move on. There’s nothing else I need,
nothing I can name or think of. I am content in my solitude.
Cammie Sorenson
Thursday
The smells of the lunchroom hung in the controlled air, faint, unappetizing. I looked up and frowned. My friend
was about to lecture me. I could tell. She stood there in her white labcoat, an outfit she made attractive in her
own way. Melanie grinned at me with a mixture of pity and empathy, her brown eyes sparkling. “No one? You
say there’s no one you can think of to take to Palmer’s party? It’s a social event, Cam! You’ve just got to bring
someone. It wouldn’t reflect well on you to come alone. It’s not like there will be eligible bachelors there to pick
from.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“Melanie, I told you, with all the research, the time in the labs, I just don’t get out like you do,” I offered. It wasn’t
that I couldn’t get out, I didn’t want to. There were a lot of scary diseases going around out there in the real
world. I preferred my high-rise apartment, surrounded by the pristine plasma glass that kept even the fouled air
away. I was safe there with my books, my television, my music, myself. After a long day at the lab, I didn’t want
to go anywhere but home.
“Oh, Cammie. Let me help you. I have a friend that used Elser’s Service before. I can get the web address for
you. She said it was easy, all done on the internet. You type in what you want and bam, it gets delivered to your
door for as little or as long as you need it.” She pushed back a stray wisp of her auburn hair. At lunch she
always took it down and let it hang loose about her face. “And after the date, if you want something else… Well,
you know. He’ll do whatever you say.”
“It gets delivered? We’re talking about a real human right? Not a machine, not a device?” I tried to ignore her
implication about sex. She had hinted I needed some, and maybe she was right.
Melanie looked over her shoulder, eyeing Magnus and Jaime as they passed us to sit at another table in the
noisy lab cafeteria. “Shh, keep it down. You don’t want them to know, do you?”
I flushed, feeling stupid, embarrassed and fifteen all over again.
“Of course, it’s a real person. And they check them for any diseases, train them and everything. That’s what
they’re for, you know.”
“I don’t know, Mel. They’ll be able to tell at Palmer’s. Jeez, it’ll probably be pretty obvious. I don‘t think I’d feel
comfortable doing that.”
Melanie leaned in closer. “Cam, you’ve got to bring someone to the party. There’s going to be awards, new
appointments. You know how Palmer feels about being grounded. He likes his employees paired off.”
“I don’t know, Mel. Let me think about it.” I dove into my plate of peas and imitation chicken with a newfound
desire to fill my mouth with food. When I paused to look up at the mirror behind Melanie, I was surprised at how
severe I appeared. My black hair was tied back in a tidy bun, my brown eyes cold and stark. I turned to Melanie.
She watched me with pity as she finished off her own food. Finally, she left me alone to think about it.
I contemplated the whole thing over a plastic looking dessert that resembled fruit, but was more than likely
made from tofu and calorie-free sugar substitute. What did I need a date for? I didn’t want the contact, the
closeness of a counterpart. Besides, there were too many top secret projects that I was working on. A date
would ask questions.
But then, Mel was proposing an escort, not a partner. A temporary man. A person with whom I could share a
few drinks at a boring work party where I, more than likely, would be presented new appointments and more
work. More assignments meant more money, which meant I could retire earlier than I planned to. Okay, so the
idea had its merits.
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