Today please welcome Peri Elizabeth Scott to the blog talking about her new release with Evernight Publishing RULERS CONCUBINE which is also an Editors Pick!
Thank you for having me! Rulerâs Concubine represents two different species attempting a connection, and proves that regardless of distinct differences, love will carry the day.
Title of book: Rulerâs Concubine by Peri Elizabeth Scott
Released: September 2, 2016
Word Count: 66,204
Meridia is headed for extinction, unless a compatible species can be found. The backward planet, Earth, the one the Meridians stripped of technology now holds the only promising species in the Galaxy. As Ruler, Lysett Daboort will do his duty and choose a royal concubine from those women âliberatedâ from Earth, but that is all it will beâuntil he meets Celeste Raynor.
Celeste is barely subsisting on Earth and isnât enamored with becoming one of Meridiaâs concubines, despite the esteem afforded their females. But there is nothing left for her at home and she isnât averse to having a child to love, not to mention a caring, supportive partner. Until she meets the Ruler himself.
The Ruler resists Celesteâs appeal and she refuses his arrogant approach, yet they must somehow come to terms. Lysett rules supreme, or does he? Because love has the most power of all.
This isn't happening. This is not happening. If she kept repeating those words then surely it would be true and sheâd miraculously wake up from this erotic nightmare and in her own bed. Except it wasn't a nightmare and she most certainly wasnât in her assigned bedâor even on her own planet. Although her imagination was fertileâand sheâd seen pictures of himâit was unlikely to manifest the enormously good looks and incredible physique of the alien male who was stripping right before her very eyes. Yes, stripping. Removing all of his clothes, not five feet from where she lay on a bed constructed of some otherworldly material that both cushioned and restrained her. Had it only been yesterday when Bast told her today would be the day? No wonder she hadnât slept well, thinking about this. And why did this Ruler look even better in person?
Once heâd overcome his reticence to speak so frankly with her, Bast had prepared her with stories of his Masterâs need, of his sexual prowess and all the pleasures he would bestow, not to mention that cup of elixir sheâd swallowed down.
Being assured it was the planetâs best aphrodisiac had her quaffing the liquid as though it were a life saver. Its effects were marked almost immediately as she cataloged an increase in her body temperature and a definite aching in her private parts with embarrassingly obvious lubrication accompanying the throbbing. Even her breasts had ached, the nipples tightening and beading in reaction to the potion.
But the effect had worn off because Lysett had been detained for a considerable period. The delay had given her too much time to reflect on her decision and the strange glowing feelings throughout her body had diminishedâuntil he walked through the door. His good looks stole her breath, and when he began to take his clothes off, she wanted to do shocking, sexual things with him. The emotional and physical swings made her stomach lurch.
Her uninfluenced sexual-self recognized the potency of such a male, and to say she wasnât naturally aroused would be untrue. Her body acknowledged a male suited to her, awash with chemistry and basic animal instinct. It was simply the circumstances that brought her here, and the stark implications of the contract that spoiled their first interaction. Why hadnât he deviated from so-called royal tradition and spent some time with her beforehand? Surely Bast had relayed that even an initial chat would be optimum.
Celesteâs heart rate doubled, then tripled, when Lysettâs erection sprang forth as his lower garments were yanked down, and dark spots swam in her vision. That part of him was a duskier gold than the rest of his burnished skin, and freaking huge.
âShhh, Lady.â Bastâs caramel tones spoke soothingly in her right ear, and one of his hands tentatively patted her shoulder. Sheâd very nearly forgotten he was still in the room with herâwith her and his Master, although he had handled the process clinically and indicated he would leave beforeâ¦ âYou are prepared for this union, as we discussed. It will be over before you know it, and if you get with offspring this first time, there will be no need for further joinings. Unless you wish them. And to beget other children.â
Well, didnât that make her feel special? No pressure either. Merely a vessel out here in space, far away from home, to be used. She blinked away the tears that welled in reaction. Where was her voice? She could still say noâ¦
The Ruler paused in his approach to the bed and glared at Bast after he spoke, though that look encompassed her as well. Celeste had never felt so nakedâor so vulnerable. She knew what was supposed to happen. She thought she was ready. Not. And to think sheâd scoffed at the wait, chuckled about others procreating before this man. No one would dare. Shocking need warred with apprehension.
âYou assured me she was prepared, Bast.â Lysettâs perfect features set in angry lines and those remarkable green eyes now appeared as cold and frozen as that small pond at her home place in the winter months. She tried to use the memory of Earth to distract her, and it caused a homesick shudder to take over her entire body, the gentle clasp of the bedâs fabric undulating to keep her in place.
Lysettâs attention snapped fully to her in an instant, his orbs now glowing with green fire as the vertical slash of his pupils elongated. His gaze raked her body, lingering on her breasts and the apex of her thighs. Despite her limited experience with men, let alone alien men, Celeste recognized lust and desire and her body responded. Or maybe it was apprehension.
âShe is prepared, Master. I do assure you. It is merely that a period of time has passed since we expected you to attend her, and it is no surprise that your concubine is experiencing a trifle of anxiety.â
Even with the translator chip, Bastâs wording felt off to her, and she decided to add her own voice. This was going to happen, this attending to her, no matter how she second-guessed her decision, and she believed Bast when he promised sheâd be safe here. Having sexâjoiningâwith his Master until she conceived was something she could do. Women did it all the time, had done it over the eons. It wasnât like she was being forced or anything. And she wasnât a prostitute, although that profession got a bad rap as far as she was concerned when one considered women had to survive somehow.
She was, according to the contract, a revered commodity, a virgin concubineâwho wasnât going to be a virgin much longerâa concubine who would bear a child for the alien ruler, right? And if the baby was female, she too would be cherished and Lysett would try again to beget a son. And againâ¦ All of Bastâs teachings slipped through her brain with lightning speed. Celeste shivered and quit thinking about all those possibilities and focused on what sheâd been promised.
She would want for nothing, be well taken care of, and ultimately, kept safe. The presenterâs words and those of Bast rattled around in her head. Given her past circumstances, it was a no-brainer, and she couldnât go home. Her body was up for it, and her mind had accepted it was the best out of all her choices. So it must be her heart throwing up the roadblock, looking for romance, all because of his pictures and the wonderful things his first servant had said about him.
That was nonsense. Just look at the agony love caused a person. Her stupid heart must be masochistic. This was the best deal sheâd get and it was time she said something. There was no way she could go through this process again. Humiliation drowned her common sense. She moistened her lips and addressed Lysett, who was busily engaged in a staring contest with Bast.
âI am prepared, sir. Sir. Ruler. I wonât give you any trouble.â
His eyes froze through to their depths again and his dark brows drew together. She noted his erection didnât flag at all, though. He might be annoyed, but it didnât affect his arousal. The wide head glistened in the well-lit chamber, with his natural lubricant beading at the tiny slit. She had timidly asked if her deflowering couldnât take place in the dark, but Bast refused, saying that tradition didnât allow it. Spread eagle as she was, there was little left to the imagination, and she flushed again with embarrassment and no small shame. Lysett was superbly made, muscled and lean, with broad shoulders, long thick legs, and narrow hips. She was â¦ well, she was short, and small and round, now that sheâd had enough to eat. So not like the remaining Meridian females on this planet. And certainly not the cream of the crop of the human females either.
âYou were not given leave to speak.â
Celeste didnât much care for the way he snarled at her, Ruler or not.
Peri Elizabeth Scott lives in Manitoba, Canada. She recently closed her part time private practice as a social worker and child play therapist. Her love of children extends to the animal world, and her most recent rescue includes a one-eyed cat with an Elvis smirk.
Peribeth and her husband have a seasonal business and pretend to work well together, so she will always have a job.
Writing for years, mostly short stories and poetry, she has published dark erotica under another pen name and reads everything she can lay her hands on.
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