CHESS QUEEN
Rowena's
Occasional Newsletter
Sept/Oct 2006

Welcome, and thank you for visiting the September/October 2006 issue of the Rowena Cherry newsletter. . . the Off the Beaten Path issue.

Look for an excerpt from award winning Aviation Romance author, Susan Grant's newest release, YOUR PLANET OR MINE, an interview with Cover Model MARK JOHNSON, an excerpt from Historical Romance author Lori Pepio's HIGHLAND HONOR, and Rowena Cherry's Ramblings (in this case, about climbing a cliff for a photo opportunity).

 


1. Sundry News and Links

2. Rowena's Ramblings

3. Excerpt from
INSUFFICIENT MATING MATERIAL

4. Interview with a Cover Model: All-Round
Renaissance Man Mark Johnson

5. Excerpt from Susan Grant's latest
alien romance, YOUR PLANET OR MINE?

6. July/August GUESS THE DRESS
Contest Results

7. Sept/Oct Contest: WHO'S NEW?

8. Excerpt from Historical Author
Lori Pepio's, HIGHLAND HONOR

9. Rowena's Recent Reviews:
FORCED MATE

10. Coming Soon: Mystery Mr. Thanksgiving


Why Off The Beaten Path?

I suppose the most memorable --and most foolhardy-- thing I did this summer, apart from going into the sea at low tide and accidentally stepping on a weaver fish, was to climb a cliff and pose for photographs by a legendary cave.

The cave is said to be a portal to the Faery world, and --according to local lore-- once upon a time, horny faery men ventured forth from it to mate with human women.

I wanted a photo of myself there, not because I had unrealistic hopes of meeting someone like Legolas, but because of an interview. In conjunction with Romantic Times, Suite magazine is apparently interviewing all the members of the Faery Court. I'm one. This is a Do-You-Believe-In-Fairies type interview.

It's very tongue in cheek.

By good fortune, the interview happened to arrive while I was in the neighborhood of this mystic site, so it seemed appropriate. However, the result looks just like me sitting on a rock showing too much leg. Nothing mystic about that!



NEWS AND APPEARANCES:

Five new reviews of FORCED MATE.


I search long and hard for books like FORCED MATE
and I was grinning from ear to ear by the second chapter!

~ K. Montgomery

K. Montgomery "mercedes307"


FORCED MATE is one of the best sci-fi romances I've read.
~
Jacquie Rogers
Jacquie Rogers "author of Faery Special Romances"
http://www.JacquieRogers.com
"When Mules Rush In," Blue Moon Enchantment


I love this book. It's the only book I've read and reread
and enjoyed just as much both times.
~ H. E. Harris


Rowena Cherry knows how to tell a story!

~ Diane Davis White
Diane Davis White "Historical and Contemporary Author"
www.DianeDavisWhite.com


Loved the humour in this sexy Sci Fi book

~
M. Wolmarans-Kossman
http://moonmonika.purpleraindesigns.co.uk/

 

 

A new review (not. . . but too good not to repeat) of MATING NET

That Rowena Cherry packed so much action into less than 15,000 words is mind-boggling.
~ Deborah MacGillivray
"Author of A Restless Knight; The Invasion of Falgannon Isle"
www. deborahmacgillivray.co.uk/

 


I blog every Sunday at:
http://survival-romance.blogspot.com
http:aliendjinnromances.blogspot.com

In September, Dee Gentle's PNR Paraphernalia and What's New column features interviews with Science Fiction Romance and Futuristic authors.
http://paranormalromance.writerspace.com/Paraphernalia.htm

In my next newsletter (November/December) I shall hope to announce booksignings and a national contest to promote INSUFFICIENT MATING MATERIAL. At the moment, I think only one vendor is taking pre-orders and that is ebookisle.
http://ebookisle.net/inventory/print/Cherry_r.htm

MATING NET is being sold by:
New Concepts Publishing www.newconceptspublishing.com/matingnet.htm   
ebookisle http://www.ebookisle.net
Mystiquebooks www.mystiquebooks.com

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Back Matter

If Front Matter is the blurb that goes at the front of the book, I suppose the Author's Bio and so forth that goes at the end must be Back Matter, but that expression reminds me of a cow's not-too-tidy rear end.

Front Matter wasn't something I ever thought about one way or another, until I was published, and discovered that I am permitted to help out with suggestions.

Take the Acknowledgements page.
Does anyone read that?

I believe there is at least one How To Get Published manual that advises pre-published authors to look at their favorite authors' Acknowledgements pages (or Dedication pages) to see which editors and agents are thanked.

I like to thank the experts and other interesting people who have gone out of their way to help me with some aspect of my research. Verisimilitude is important. So is name-dropping!

INSUFFICIENT MATING MATERIAL

Acknowledgements:

I would like to acknowledge the winner of the Bioluminescent Penis tattoo contest ~ Brenda Clark
who correctly guessed what secret symbol Djetth kept hidden.

I would like to thank the following for their help:

Survival consulting -- Les Stroud aka SURVIVORMAN
Rock music consulting -- Geoff Nicholls of Black Sabbath
Gym scene advice -- C J Hollenbach
Atmosphere/plantlife research -- Jen Lasseter
Tarot reading -- Christine D'Allaird (and others who prefer to remain anonymous)
Psychic research -- Debbora Wiles (and others who prefer to remain anonymous)
Dynamics of a plane crash  on water -- pilot and author Susan Grant

Finally, I would like to thank my editor, Alicia Condon for believing in me -- twice!

There is a story behind how SURVIVORMAN Les Stroud came to read INSUFFICIENT MATING MATERIAL.

In the Autumn (or Fall) of 2005 I had finished a reasonably polished version of INSUFFICIENT MATING MATERIAL.

My editor had asked me to think about having more sexual content in the book, so I went to The Discovery Channel (I think... SURVIVORMAN is now on The Science Channel) hoping to find a documentary about some exotic animals having usual sex. For inspiration.

Instead, I came upon SURVIVORMAN half way through being washed up on an isolated beach. As I recall, he was naked apart from some Vaseline over the camera lens. Well, that got my attention, though it wasn't exactly what I'd wanted to see.

My fascination grew as he discussed the dangers of drinking water from a stream, and gave a very realistic demonstration of how to light a fire without matches, and what to use for tinder and kindling.

SURVIVORMAN did not suggest fluffy matter out of his tummy button (as my hero does), but he did suggest pulling lint from his cotton socks.

I was delighted. Here was proof for my inner censor that I had not misunderstood my research. . . which was gleaned from a variety of library books.

I googled SURVIVORMAN. I love Google! I found his websites, which led me to his contact information, and I sent him an email, very diffidently asking for his help.

To my delight, SURVIVORMAN Les Stroud agreed to read my manuscript --and did. He gave me a fantastic cover quote, and also pointed out half a dozen errors or inaccuracies or inadequately explained survival facts. (Happily, I had not made many mistakes!)

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The alien Royal equivalent of a shotgun wedding had begun. Heads of state watched as the groom was frog marched up the aisle. Then, the bride knocked the groom to the ground and refused to marry him.

Now, Prince Djetth and Princess Martia-Djulia have been shot down in the sea off on a deserted island on an alien planet.

The Princess dresses as if she expects to be at the most formal of court balls, even when she is supposed to be going sight-seeing. Squeamish and far from gung-ho about a forced survival situation, she is not an idea Girl Friday....

Now, her hooped ball gown is wet, but she won't take it off to save her life.

.

"There are a lot of things we could do without for one night." Dinner came to mind. Sex... Djetth grunted and rose to his feet. The most natural thing in the world would have been to hook an arm around Martia-Djulia's tightly cinched waist, and point to the campsite he'd chosen. Instead, he put his left hand on his hip and pointed with his right hand.

"You see that little stand of trees -- the ones with twisted trunks, which fork into three or four branches at about the height of my hip? Those two, there, will make good supports for the entrance to a shelter. I'll thrust a long, straight branch between their crotches as a ridgepole."

She looked doubtful, but Djetth was on good ground with his woodmanship.

"A 'crotch' is where a tree bifurcates," he explained, simply so she would think about crotches, and long, straight objects being thrust into them."They're a good choice because their canopies lean inland, away from what becomes the obvious spot to clear for a fire pit. Do you agree?"

He took her silence for consent.

"Right. I'll start by digging the fire pit. Do you think you could find something we can burn? There are three types of fuel needed for a fire. Tinder is the most important." Chivalrously, he assigned the greatest importance to the easiest, lightest, most enjoyable, most feminine task.

"I can't start a fire without tinder," he added with strategic disregard for the fact that he was a Great Djinn in possession of three Rings of Imperial Authority, one of which was the laser-like Fire Stone.

"What is tinder?" she asked, sounding suspicious.

"Ahhhh," he drawled, overcome by a mischievous instinct. "Look here."

With his left hand he lifted his T-shirt, with his right forefinger and thumb he reached into his navel, confident that after eight weeks of hard exercise he had well defined abs and a very deep and attractive "inny" of a tummy button.

He withdrew lint.

"Oh, slurrid!" his squeamish Princess exclaimed, predictably, but she stared at his lower abdomen and perhaps at the bulge in his trunk briefs with flattering interest.

"This fluff--" He placed it in the palm of his left hand as reverently as a scientist explaining an important specimen, "is created from the action of hard work. Friction attracts filaments of fabric from my cotton T-shirt, and works them into a flat, fluffy mat."

He moved his cupped hand closer to her.

"Good tinder needs to have irregular edges, plenty of airspaces." He teased his tummy button fluff into a looser wad. "It must be dry. Would you like to touch it?"

 

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Among the most powerful of my memories of the ROMANTIC TIMES BOOK Club Convention is that of cover model MARK JOHNSON manfully playing the maypole. Keeping a straight face, and a straight pole aloft, Mark was the cynosure of feminine eyes as large, jewel-bright, and sometimes heavily-winged "faeries" danced--or stumbled--around him.

I understand that Mark will be doing something more glamorous than being a maypole at the 2007 convention in Houston... But one never knows what Connie Perry and Jo Carol will ask him to do next.

Mark graciously consented to this wide ranging interview.

RC: What, or who inspired you to try your luck as a male model?

MJ: It all began with a photograph of me on a horse which good friend of mine, Michelle, took and sent to Romantic Times without telling me.

Well, shortly after that, I received a letter from ROMANTIC TIMES informing me that I had been chosen as a finalist.

"A finalist in what?" I wondered, and thinking it was some kind of practical joke,

I tossed the letter into the junk. Then, I picked it out and called Michelle

"What did you do with that photo of me on the horse?" I asked.

And that was the beginning. . . I followed the rules, went to Baton Rouge (where the convention was taking place), won, and have been coming to Romantic Times conventions ever since.

 

RC: You mentioned that, over the years, the RT management has asked you to do all sorts of things. What is the wildest costume you've ever put on?

MC: I once impersonated a female character from M.A.S.H. That was a blast! I loved doing it.
However, my favorite costume might be a Medieval Knight's. Did you know that I'm a Knight in Armor? I'm also a carpenter. I do custom cabinet making, and bigger projects.

I expect you've heard of Medieval Times? I built that castle in Toronto. I did the weapons, and I built the arena.

RC: Are you good with a sword?

MC: I am VERY good with a sword! Any kind of sword.

RC: That must be exciting?

MC: You should have been around when I choreographed sword fights between men in kilts.

(At this point, the author must have looked as if she wanted to ask more.)

Of course we wore no underwear.

RC: That sounds dangerous!

MC: I am very careful. In my career as a stunt man, I've been injured many, many times, but all my injuries have been slight. As I say, I'm careful.

 

With thanks to Denise A. Agnew, author of TREACHEROUS WISHES for supplying this photograph.

Bone-deep desires he can't ignore. . .
Lightning-hot fantasies she can't deny. . .
Available August 16 at Ellora's Cave www.ellorascave.com
www.deniseagnew.com

RC: What kind of stunts do you do?  Do you specialize in sword fighting stunts?

MC: Swords, yes. And horses. I joust on horseback, in fact I was in Don Quixote -- I think that was in a time-traveling-dog show called WISHBONE on PBS. Also, I've done a lot of stunts involving motorcycles. I ride a motorcycle better than I can walk. For some strange reason, when I do stunts I'm always the bad guy. I've never figured out why.

(Mark says with a tongue in cheek grin)

I always seemed to be fighting Chuck Norris in Walker, Texas Ranger....

 

RC: You are quite the Renaissance Man! And you are very musical? (At the New Concepts Publisher's Pajama Party, there is karaoke, and Mark sang like a consummate professional)

MJ: Piano, drums, guitars... yes, I sing.

RC: Any genre in particular?

MJ: Christian. It's uplifting. It makes me feel good. I've done some albums with the band "Cornerstone". The title is "Jesus" and the cover art is of a handprint with a hole in it. It's pretty cool.

 

The next album I'm doing for RESURRECTION LIGHT RECORDS --that's my label -- is a solo."A song from my heart -- the only muscle I can't control."

RC: Is there anything you haven't done that you'd like to try your hand at?

MJ: I'm thinking of entering the new TV Reality show for Inventors. . .

RC: Inventor. I've seen that.

(Mark shared a glimpse of the very cool things he invents. )

At the time of this interview, Mark did not have a website or an email account, and no contact information is available.

RC: Why?

MJ: I'm dyslexic. When I was in second grade dyslexia wasn't understood at all. My teachers thought I was either slow or naughty. Or both.

Rowena's note: To learn about dyslexia, check out http://www.ninds.nih.gov/disorders/dyslexia/dyslexia.htm

Great teachers' reference
http://www.dyslexia-teacher.com/t7.html

RC: I know several very successful and versatile people who are dyslexic. Have you found your word blindness to be a hurdle, or has it been a more of a catalyst which has forced you to focus?

MJ: It's really helped. It's fine-tuned me. I've had to concentrate more. When you have to concentrate on every letter of every word in a sentence, you think more deeply about the words you're reading and what they mean. You notice things that other people might miss.

(Mark illustrated his point with a fascinating account of the first time he read the Bible, and how his reading of the Bible has impacted his life. As Mark spoke eloquently, I thought he ought to be on The Hour Of Power!)

RC: Thank you for a great interview, Mark!

 


Mark

Highland Honor
Cover Art: Stacey L. King
With thanks to author Lori Pepio for permission to show this great cover.

Readers can see another rather gorgeous cover of Mark's by clicking this link
http://members.aol.com/laurelodon/falcmain.htm

Readers who would like to read more about Mark Johnson might be interested in
following this link to Lorio Pepio's chat with him: http://www.loripepio.com/articles.php?a=1 

 

 

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Think the grocery store is a great place to meet men?

Hunky interstellar fugitive, aisle 5.

With outrageously false accusations piling up against her famous political family and an ex-fiancé in hot water determined to take her down with him, the last thing Jana Jasper needs is more trouble--especially man trouble. But when she heads to the grocery store for an ice cream fix, not only does the muscled hunk in the frozen foods section ranting about spaceships and invasions look crazy, he looks... familiar.

Cavin of Far Star has never forgotten the girl he met during his weeks spent on that quaint little world, planet Earth, the girl who didn't believe he was real. And now he'll risk his future to save her. All she has to do is take him to her leader. Simple enough plan -- although Jana isn't so easily convinced. Hell-bent on charming his way past her defenses, he's determined to stay one step ahead of the galaxy's most feared assassin -- and may just capture his favorite Earthling's heart in the process.

Your Planet or Mine?
July 25, 2006

ISBN 0373771061


spaceJana rolled into the parking lot of the Safeway supermarket in Evie's neighborhood."Ice cream," she murmured."Must have ice cream." Yes, Ben & Jerry's Phish Food... chocolate ice cream with gooey marshmallow, a caramel swirl, and fudge fish. Not only would it give her the chocolate fix she needed to get through this, she'd be able to wreak symbolic vengeance on the sturgeon, one little chocolate fishie at a time. She'd even get a plastic spoon so she could start eating on the way home.
spaceYet, she sat there, the motor running, because her hands seemed glued to the steering wheel.
spaceShe thought of her normally lighthearted brother's battle-weary face, how wan her mother had looked, and Grandpa's rage when he should have been happily tending spring peas in the garden. They were good people. The best. They didn't deserve what had happened. A weird sobbing breath came out of her. She bit her lower lip. No meltdowns, Jana . No, they'd beat this thing. All it would take was an accounting of the books. No crime was committed. By next week it will have blown over.
spaceHer part in all this was simple: keep a low profile, stay under the radar, and stay out of trouble. Be normal . Now, how hard could that be? Chin up.
spaceJana killed the engine. She opened the car door and let the cool night air rush in. Fog would form before long, but for now the moon was visible. Big and creamy yellow-white, it peeked over the roof of the supermarket. How long had it been since she'd gazed at the moon. Too long , she thought with a strange, poignant longing. The conversation she had with her grandfather about looking for magic had brought back memories of another time. Another Jana.
spaceA long-ago summer evening when everything seemed possible.
spaceThere's magic in the air tonight .
spaceA soft laugh escaped her. If only there were magic in the air. She could use some to speed along the investigation into her father's campaign finances.
spacePulling her suit jacket around her, Jana took off across the parking lot. The March evening had turned damp and chilly. It was a night to be wearing jeans and a cashmere sweater, not a wrinkled, water-stained butter-yellow suit and low-cut silk print blouse that had seemed so appropriate for a sunny morning's appearance at a fish farm.
spaceJana aimed for the frozen food aisle. Number 5. She knew it by heart, having made this stop routine.
spaceA towering, military action figure took stock-still in front of a display of Easter candy. Clad in dark green and black body armor and a helmet with a gold-toned visor, the figure looked like a character out of her nephew John's futuristic Halo-2 Xbox game. And it was at least seven-feet tall in thick-soled Buzz Lightyear boots. She was no marketing guru, but why on earth put something like that next to the chocolate bunnies, plastic grass, and Peeps?
spaceThe soldier must have cost big bucks to make, though. She admired the wealth of detail put into the construction as she side-stepped around the figure. A slight movement of his head made her jump back.
space"Omigosh, you're real!" Her hand went to her heart."I thought you were a giant action figure." In a way, he was. The boots added six or more inches, but even without them, he'd be above average in height. The armor hugged his body and emphasized broad shoulders, narrow hips, and strong legs. Nice, she thought. But he was blocking the path to heaven, aka Aisle 5 and ice cream."Excuse me." She stepped around him.
space"I've come a long way to find you," he said. His voice was deep, mellowed by a slight accent she didn't recognize.
spaceShe smiled."Let me guess--from a galaxy far, far away?"
space"No, this one."
spaceShe laughed and tried squeeze past him.
space"Jana. Wait."
spaceShe stopped in her tracks, lifting her gaze seven long stories to where his face would be if his visor wasn't hiding it."Do I know you?"
spaceHe raised his visor. Short brown hair framed a handsome, hard-featured face: cut cheekbones, a strong nose, and a classic cleft chin that needed a shave. His mouth was the only friendly thing on his face. Actually, he had a great mouth. It was easy to imagine his lips curving into a smile, something he clearly was not willing to do while stuck with display duty in Safeway on a Tuesday night. For a guy decked out in such an outrageous outfit, he appeared awfully serious.
She turned to go for the third time.
space"Jana."
spaceShe sighed.
space"Do you not remember me?"
spaceShe turned around."No. Sorry."
space"I had hoped you would... but it has been a very long time."
spaceShe watched his lips form the words. Something about that mouth, his face, did tug at her memory. Had she seen him before? Where? A fundraiser? If he was an actor, maybe it was at the B Street Theater downtown.
spaceHe watched her puzzle out how they knew each other, and seemed pleased by it somehow. "Do you remember now, Jana?" His eyes were intense, piercing green. It made her heart skip a few beats in response. She'd heard the expression wearing your heart on your sleeve many times, but this man wore his heart in his eyes.
spaceNo! She'd made a promise to her grandfather. It meant no flirting with strange men dressed like alien commandos in supermarkets. No flirting with men period. She needed to be good. To stay out of trouble."No, I don't remember you. I'm really sorry. Usually I'm good with faces, but I'm tired tonight. I've had a heck of --no, a helluva day. Nice seeing you again, though."
space With a cheery wave, she left as quickly as she could and aimed for Aisle 5. Dinners... snacks... bingo! She paced in front of the ice cream freezer, looking for her target. But reflected in the glass doors, she saw something loom over her, looking at her as if she were the target.

....

To read on, visit here:
http://www.susangrant.com/books/planet.htm

http://www.susangrant.com/books/index.htm


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Alien Royal Wedding Dress


This silver "Alien Royal Wedding Dress" was created for me by Connie Perry of Connie's Costumes based on Connie's reading of an excerpt from the relevant scene in FORCED MATE.

The winner will receive a Faery medallion attached to an RT Faery Ball "scroll" of all the Faery Ball faeries' poems, an autographed, printed ARC of the short story MATING NET (from a very limited number made up for a Romance Writers Contest entry) promo items.

The winner chosen at random from more than 50 correct answers is: Caroline from Kentucky.

 

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Rowena Cherry is delighted to announce that a new cover model has kindly donated a jpg of his bare chest for site-visitors to virtually play with.

Which one is it?

Contest entrants do not have to name the gentleman.
His puzzle number is sufficient.
( Hint, there are 10 puzzles at www.rowenacherry.com/puzzle )

This contest is to promote author Rowena Cherry, her newsletter, website, and her alien djinn romances.

This contest runs until the 15th of October 2006.   Void where prohibited.

There will one winner, determined by a random drawing from
correct answers sent to rowena@rowenacherry.com  with the subject line "Who is New"

No purchase necessary.  

Entrants need not visit Rowena Cherry's website, her bare-chested-hunk jigsaw puzzle page, or
her blogs ( at http://survival-romance.blogspot.com and http:aliendjinnromances.blogspot.com ) to win (you can guess.)

Entrants may also snail mail answers to
Rowena Beaumont Cherry; PO Box 554  Bloomfield Hills MI 48303-0554

A complete list of rules can be obtained by emailing rowena@rowenacherry.com with the words "Who is New" in the subject line.
 
Oh, and I expect you'd like to know what you could win!

One autographed, not-for-sale Advance Review Copy of
INSUFFICIENT MATING MATERIAL

 

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Chapter One
Highlands of Scotland, 1140

spacerBy the time Hannah Campbell realized something was amiss, 'twas too late. The dark sinewy form gliding just below the water's surface was closing in upon her at a fast pace.
spacerStricken with dread, her eyes shot open wide. Making to rise and run, she might have gotten away, had the creature not lunged from the dark depths of its watery world to claim her wrist.
spacerSputtering from the huge splash that left her hair dripping and her tunic clinging to her chilled flesh, Hannah fought in desperation to free herself from this monster's unyielding grasp.
spacerGod's wounds but he was strong and, from what she could see through the curtain of hair hanging over her eyes, he was frighteningly large. Her futile attempts at kicking and clawing were for naught, for this hulk of a beast held her at bay with what seemed like little or no exertion. He had given her nary a chance to hit her mark. Relentless as he was in his pursuit, Hannah believed he would soon devour her whole.
spacerWild with fear, she flung herself at him with all her might. Hoping to knock this monster off-balance and break through his steely grip, she tumbled over the slate ledge and fell headfirst into the loch. Before she went under, she thought she heard the beast snort, "Whoa. . .whoa!"
spacerAfraid the worst was yet to come, that she had been wrestling with a kelpie, the fabled water-horse that dragged its victims to the deepest depths of its kingdom, she flailed her arms about in desperation. Water rushed through her ears and stung her nostrils, as she gulped down a scream before breaching the loch's surface. Although her head remained above water as surely as the tips of her toes touched the loch's rocky bottom, 'twas no consolation.
spacerCoughing and gasping for air, Hannah was too tired to fight any longer. Limp from exhaustion, she hung like a rag doll in her attacker's arms. Thinking 'twould be best to simply relent and accept the consequences of her demise, her head lolled forward and connected with what she supposed was this mystical animal's jaw. "
spacer"Och. . .lass, I only meant to have a bit o' sport with you," the monster complained, clicking his jaw from side-to-side.
spacerStunned by the lilting burr of this creature's voice, Hannah went completely still. Blinking away the droplets of water clinging to her lashes and clouding her vision, she realized her nose was pressed against the hard, muscle-hewn chest of a half-naked man.
spacerWith a gulp, she peeked up through her tangled mass of curls at this. . .this man-monster.
spacer"I meant you no harm." Tenderly brushing the hair from her eyes, he curled it behind her ears and smiled down at her. "There, that's much better."
spacerDumbfounded and quite numb to the attentiveness he so freely offered, Hannah took a step back and stared up at her attacker turned champion. Saints be praised, but he was beautiful.
spacerOvercome with shyness, she averted her gaze. That, however, was the worst thing she could have done.
spacerFrom his broad shoulders to where the water lapped about the taper of his waist, nothing about this man could be left to her imagination. Aside, of course, what lay hidden beneath the loch.
spacerAnd that? Well, Hannah chose not to think about that at all.
spacerTaking a self-guided tour over the tawny bronze of his lean flesh, her eyes skipped up the taut plane of his stomach. Trailing through the light smattering of short black swirls of hair matting his chest, she followed the tightly corded brawn connecting his shoulders to his firm arms before returning to his neck. If it be possible, she thought he had muscles there, too.
spacer'Twas, however, when her eyes journeyed along the dark stubble covering his strong angular jaw, that her gaze was forced to come to a complete and abrupt halt.
spacerHis lips, curled as they were into a lopsided grin, revealed more than a flash of perfect, white teeth. They hinted at his amusement and something far more humiliating--Hannah's blatant perusal had not been overlooked.
spacer"Like what you see?" he inquired.
spacerUtterly mortified, Hannah's gaze locked with the most beguiling eyes she'd ever seen. Framed by full black lashes, which matched his arched, though slightly bushy, brows and slicked back hair, she likened those eyes to the most fantastic shade of blue imaginable. In truth, she knew that only the sky, mixed together with the seas and kissed by the sun could compare.
spacerShaking her head, though not in reply to his arrogant question, she had to clear her muddled brain, for 'twas a nervous jumble of excitement and apprehension.
spacer"Och, lass," he said regretfully. "You disappoint me."
spacerLooking up at him, Hannah squeaked, "How so?"
spacer"All this time, I thought you were spying on me."
spacer"Spying?" Hannah shrieked. "Me? Nay! 'Twas I who was here first. Mayhap--" she sputtered, "Mayhap, you were spying on me "
spacerHe clasped her hand to his chest, feigning hurt and rejection.
spacerStartled, Hannah reacted as if she had been singed by a mighty flame and tried to push away from him. Losing her footing along the loch's uneven rocky bottom, she was actually relieved when he pulled her back into his embrace. Because she did not know how to swim, she would have thanked him, had his laughter not set a thousand fireflies a flutter in the pit of her stomach and heated her from the inside out.
spacerAs if sensing her awkwardness, he winked and tousled the hair atop her head as though she were some playful pup. "I was merely jesting. I only wanted to lighten your burden. " With a rueful smile, he looked down at her. "Now, why would a wee sweetling such as yourself be out here all alone and looking as forlorn as you did before I came upon you?"
spacerWith a shrug, Hannah bit her lower lip.
spacerWhat could she say? That she ran away from home because her brother Owen went back on the promise he'd sworn to their mother upon her deathbed? Could she dare tell this Highlander she'd defied her eldest sibling, the one and only man she thought she could count on, because he was going to marry her off to the contemptible Dougal Campbell? Would it be wise for her to tell a complete stranger that the brother she once trusted and cherished would willingly relinquish her freedom to gain a vile Scot's favor? All of this to ensure that his claim as chieftain of their clan was no longer undermined or challenged.
spacerWould this interloper be sympathetic to her plight? Would he understand why she refused to be a pawn used solely to fulfill the conniving schemes of men? All she really wanted was to fulfill her ma's wishes, her own dreams. How wise would it be for her to confess everything, to tell him she left because she would not withstand the abuses of a man like Dougal? A man very much like her own father.
spacerWho was this stranger anyway? And, why, out of nowhere, would he want to help a forlorn lass such as herself?
spacerOh, how the aspirations of men went far beyond Hannah's grasp of understanding. As much as she would have liked to confide in him, she could not, and, therefore, remained silent.
spacer"A minute ago you were screaming your bloody head off and verra nearly clawing at my face. I know you are no mute, and neither are you timid. So, tell me true, lass. What brings you here?" He gave her a slight shake.
spacerWith a sigh, Hannah accepted his words as sincerely as they were given. "If you'll allow me some space. " She nodded toward the slate ledge from whence she tumbled. "I can better explain."
spacerLifting her up by the waist and out of the water, he gently deposited her down upon the stone ridge as if she were lighter than air. With his hands planted firmly upon the rock, very close to either side of her, he stood before her in all his masculine glory. From the waist up, that is.
spacerPinned to the very spot where she sat without even being touched, Hannah knew that before she could make to rise, this stranger would most assuredly tug her back into the loch with him. Like it or not, she had some explaining to do.
spacer"Well?" he prodded, all the while smiling as if he knew what she had yet to impart and was prepared to share her sorrow.
spacerClearing her throat, Hannah twisted her hands in her lap. "I seem to have lost my way. "
spacer"Have you now?" He raised a suspicious brow.
spacer"Aye," she fibbed, staring him right in that handsome face of his. "I've lost my way. "
spacer"Not from these parts, then, are you?"
spacer"Nay. "
spacer"D'you have any kin?"
spacer"Oh--nay--" She bowed her head, for that much was true. As far as Hannah was concerned, she had no family left to call her own. No one to rely upon, save herself.
spacer"No kin?" He pursed his lips together, undoubtedly prepared to refute her explanation thus far. "Pity, that is." He shook his head slowly. "So you've been on your own, then?"
spacer"Aye. "
spacer"For how long?"
spacerShe asserted, "Quite some time now."
spacer"Hmm. " His brows furrowed as he contemplated her words. "So you've lost your way, and you have no kin." Pausing, he peered into her face almost willing her to tell the real truth of the matter.
spacerUnnerved, Hannah looked away. "Aye."
spacerNudging her chin with the crook of his forefinger and thumb, he bade her to look back at him. "I mean to know who you are, lass, but will not pry any further. I do, however, have one more question. "
spacerHannah held her breath.
spacerWith a wry squint of his eyes and a cheeky grin, he asked, "Are you a pixie, then?"
spacerSwallowing a giggle, she replied, "Oh, nay. I assure you I am no pixie. " She turned ever so slightly to offer him a sideways view of her back. "I have no wings."
"Ah, 'tis true. Then mayhap you're a wood nymph?" He sounded so serious, yet Hannah could tell from the mischievous twinkle in his eyes he was teasing her. "That's it," he proclaimed. "You're a wood nymph, aren't you?"
spacerUnable to contain her laughter, Hannah snorted, "I am, as you can see," she stretched her arms out to either side of her and then above her head, "by far too large to be a wood nymph." Glancing up at the sky, she felt as carefree and light as a pixie soaring through her woodland domain, and all because of this stranger.
spacer Hearing him reply somewhat distractedly, "Uh huh," she looked back down at him. To her surprise, his gaze was fixed on the bodice of her soaked tunic. To her dismay, her breasts suddenly strained against their wet covering, revealing far too much.

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Author's note: Although Highland Honor is no longer available in print through Echelon Press, copies are still available through Amazon.com.

Find out more about Lori at www.loripepio.com

 

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Loved the humour in this sexy Sci Fi book

I haven't read Science Fiction in years and received this book as a present.

The sense of humour in this book totally appeals to me. I liked the story line
and was also happy that there is a Family Tree Page provided. I referred back to
it often, I have problems in remembering names and this is a useful guide to
follow the somewhat involved family history and plot.

It sure is an action packed book and I highly recommend it, I will certainly
read more of Rowena Cherry's books.

~ M. Wolmarans-Kossman "Moonmonika"
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A Wonderful Read

Rowena Cherry knows how to tell a story! I've only recently begun reading Sci-Fi and Paranormal books, and this offering has made me an absolute fan. Her characters are delightful, from Djinni [the ultimate tough but gentle heroine]to Prince Tarrant-Arragon [the arrogant alpha male with the tender heart]to the wisecracking 'earthling' advisor, Grievous... plus many more. I read this from cover to cover without a break! You will too, because this is yet another keeper for your shelf.
~ Diane Davis White
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Bought it, Read it, Loved it!!

I love this book. It's the only book I've read and reread and enjoyed just as much both times. In fact the more familiar I am with it the more I enjoy it! I smile when I think of the story and characters. Very clever, funny and sexy. The main characters, Tarrant-Arragon and Djinni are wonderful, well developed and the changes in them are very real and believable. I really cared about them and their growing relationship. It's a book rich in imagination and the author obviously loves her characters and the world she's created. The background of political intrigue and dynastic rivalry really adds to the tension and is interesting in it's own right. There's nothing quite like handsome alpha males fighting for supremacy and a mate is there? ;-)

I'd recommend it to anyone who likes sexy (very sexy), romantic, intriguing, laugh out loud science fiction. I'm new to reading this genre and I'm so glad I've discovered Rowena Cherry!

~ H. E. Harris

 

Forced Mate is one of the best sci-fi romances I've read

If you like romance and sci-fi action and adventure, this is the book for you. FORCED MATE takes a contemporary woman, highly trained in the defense arts, and pits her against the most powerful (and sexiest) man in all the universe. The passion is palpable and the plot is enthralling.

Forced Mate is one of the best sci-fi romances I've read, and I'll most certainly be buying books from this author again.

~Jacquie Rogers

http://www.reviewcentre.com/reviews74138.html
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By All the Lechers of Antiquity--A Spellbinding Read!!

As a huge fan of sci-fi romance, I feel the world does not have enough of these great, intricately imaginative authors. I search long and hard for books like FORCED MATE and I was grinning from ear to ear by the second chapter! If you have an appreciation for well thought out plots, ones that dare to overstep the boundaries that exist for romances today, then take that flying leap with Rowena Cherry's FORCED MATE. Prepare to literally steep in the intrigue, character conflict, extremely interesting world-building and blazingly hot romance.

Prince Tarrant-Arragon, whose name reminds me instantly of "tyrant" and "arrogant", is in need of a mate. Not any mate will do though--he needs the last fertile female of his people. Djinni-vera, or Jinny a she calls herself, is that last fertile princess. Hidden on Earth for her protection, she is nonetheless ferreted out by Tarrant. Being that she is very sensitive about his reputation, Tarrant decides not to reveal his true identity. He will tame his defiant mate-to-be, but soon he wants more than just her compliance. In an adventure of the heart that takes them from Earth to the oppressive Royal Deserts and the War Star of the inferior An'Koori, Tarrant-Arragon and Djinni-vera will have to come face to face with what makes each other tick. Will what they find out about one another shape their love or tear it apart?

What a spectacular read! I did not like Tarrant-Arragon at first, though I found him vastly amusing. As a future emperor, he had the delusion that everything he wanted would fall at his feet in gratitude. Not so our heroine. Djinni gives our sexy hero a run for his money, and he, in turn, her. It's an interstellar chess match of wit, wooing and many surprises for the both of them. Author Cherry has penned a mind-blowing world in her new series. The attention to detail, the characters, it's all top-notch. I loved the secondary characters too, especially Grievous. Hint, hint, Ms. Cherry! Love to see more of him! Looking forward to your second in this wonderful series.

~ K. Montgomery

 


MATING NET REVIEW BY DEBORAH MACGILLIVRAY

That Rowena Cherry packed so much action into less than 15,000 words is mind-boggling. It's hard enough when you writer Contemporary Romance or Historical Romance - the readers are "used" to these worlds so you don't have to fill in all the spaces. But in Sci-Fi Romance, you are really biting off a major task. Cherry does it and style, originality and deftness that will leave the reader amazed.
~ Deborah MacGillivray
"Author of A Restless Knight; The Invasion of Falgannon Isle"
www. deborahmacgillivray.co.uk/

 

 

 

 

 

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My Mr. Thanksgiving. . .


 

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FORCED MATE

Prince Tarrant-Arragon has found the mate of his dreams. She hates him. What is a god-Emperor to do?

FORCED MATE (by Rowena Cherry) is a futuristic take on the myth of Persephone and the god of the underworld: a dark ruler of an interstellar superpower abducts his perfect mate, never dreaming he'll fall in love.

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MATING NET

Helispeta wanted to marry well... But not THIS well.

What is an ambitious young princess to do when she finds herself irrevocably married to the wrong god?

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INSUFFICIENT MATING MATERIAL

Coming in February 2007

Not only is Prince Djetth marooned on a deserted island with the ultimate fashionista who won't take off her clothes to save her own life... they are sitting ducks for whoever is trying to kill them.

 

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Any animal with interesting or excessive reproductive habits or equipment may serve to inspire an alien romance. The concept of a shark's claspers (which look like labia when not deployed) fascinates me....

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PEARL - Paranormal Excellence Award for Romantic Literature

Rowena Cherry

PEARL AWARDS - Best New Author - Honorable Mention

FORCED MATE
PEARL AWARDS - Best Futuristic - Finalist

MATING NET
PEARL AWARDS - Short Story Finalist 2006

FIVE BLUE RIBBONS "FORCED MATE is one of the best science fiction romances I've read all year...." ~ Nicole Hulst, reviewer for Romance Junkies.

"ROMANCE, humour, the SAS, royalty, outer space--all in one! That combination, coupled with a wicked sense of humour makes this by far the most unusual, entertaining, yet thought-provoking book I have read in a long time." ~ Jo Thomson, reader.

FIVE ANGELS! "This book is long and complex and I loved it." ~ Jean, Fallen Angel Reviews

FOUR STARS. "FORCED MATE is a highly unique, funny and sexy read.  This is an author with a bright future!" ~ Jill M. Smith, reviewer Romantic Times

"This futuristic romance is one that you won't want to miss!" ~ Cy Korte, BookIsle

FIVE STARS. "FORCED MATE is a terrific science fiction tale." ~ Harriet Klausner, sime~gen

FIVE ANGELS. "I laughed so hard I cried." ~ Izzy, Fallen Angel Reviews

FIVE STARS! "Well done and very romantic. . .a true page turner!" ~ Cindy Lynn Speer, Affaire de Coeur.

"HIGHLY RECOMMENDED! FORCED MATE is something any fan of futuristic romance will enjoy." ~ Shelina Emery, reviewer for MyShelf.com

FIVE MOONS! "FORCED MATE absolutely ROCKS!" ~ Brenda Clark, MystiqueBooks.com

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