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I’d like to announce the launch of my very own newsletter in which you’ll find sexy excerpts, free short stories, competitions and, by popular demand, Breaking News stories from Holly Barberossa, the award winning reporter, who’ll be giving us some interesting tidbits about life on Spaceport Adana whenever the temporal downlink is functioning.

You’re welcome to join at:

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/mikalasmissives/

Oh, stay tuned for details of a super members only competition to kick off Mikala’s Missives with a bang.

Enjoy!
cheers from down underMikala AshSpaceport: Trash & Treasure, A Holly Barberossa Adventure out now from Changeling Press“… a damn great story,” says Nicole Harvey of Paranormal Romance about The Body Politic, out now from Changeling Press“Rauni’s Mistress is one of the better SF romances I’ve read so far this year!” (5 Angels from Jean at Fallen Angel Reviews)“Science Fiction meets Queen of the Damned in Mikala Ash’s latest erotic paranormal.” Rachelle, Fallen Angel Reviews about Slave To Lust from Changeling Press“For a great Shape Shifter novella, with a dash of the unusual and a bit of spice, I recommend Eden's Reprise.” (4 Angels from Elizabeth at Fallen Angel Reviews)“A rich and erotic shapeshifter story” Christine, ParaNormal Romance about A Political Animal from Changeling Press (4 Angels from FAR)http://mikalaash.blogspot.com
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/mikalasmissives/

Midnight Fantasies Out Now in Print!

Midnight Fantasies from Whispers OUT NOW! … In PRINT!

Join me, Mikala Ash and Amanda Carell, Yolanda Sfetsos and Maggie Wylder for romantic adventure in the most exotic (and erotic) places on Earth!

In the deepest oceans, the driest deserts and from ancient ruins and modern cities, passions are mimicked and desire burns, destiny awaits and thirsts are quenched.

Amanda Carrel: The Way to Olympia
Yolanda Sfetsos: Selkie Skin
Maggie Wylder: Transcended
Mikala Ash: Deep Encounter

The Midnight Fantasies anthology hit the stands on May 23rd and is available from
Whispers;
http://www.whispershome.com/coming_soon.html



Deep Encounter won the Wonders of the World contest for 2008.
Here is an excerpt;

Deep Encounter is out now and can be found at Whispers Press:http://www.whispershome.com/book_pages/deep_encounter.htmlThe story:A kilometer beneath the surface, in the cold, dark ocean depths, world renowned exo-biologist Samantha Price and ex-lover Mike Leigh, pilot of a deep-sea submersible, come face to face with the Mimetai, a creature that knows nothing of humanity.Hurled to the sea bottom, their submersible incapacitated by the Mimetai and with air running out, Samantha and Mike rekindle their love and by doing so, give themselves an unexpected chance at happiness and maybe even survival.ExcerptWe fell for an hour before either of us spoke, to each other, that is.Mike, of course, was in constant contact with our controllers a thousand meters or so topside, speaking in the unintelligible techno-speak that pilots and astronauts adore.Sitting beside him in the co-pilot’s seat, I was trying to figure out why the hell I was there.“Well, is it a spaceship?” I asked eventually.“What?”“Is that why I’m here?”He looked at me with that cute, puzzled hound dog expression I used to adore. Still do, truth be told.I turned away to gaze out my port at the darkness through which we were plummeting. The black scene was lit by countless flashes of bio-luminescence from tiny, and not so tiny, undersea creatures hunting and being hunted in the dark killing field of the deep Pacific Ocean.“A movie from last century,” I explained. “A spaceship is found at the bottom of the sea, the military calls in the scientists to study it. It turns out disastrously, of course, but that’s Hollywood for you.”“What are you talking about?”I was babbling. I blamed it on jet lag, not having breakfast and on the pheromones Mike was pumping into the confined atmosphere of the submersible.When I’d first seen him leaning against the bright yellow sub, my heart had leapt into my throat. It hadn’t occurred to me he’d be there. I’d thought he was still in Antarctica exploring underneath what was left of the polar ice shelf.“No spaceship,” he said.“Then why am I here?”“I asked for you especially.”It was just as I’d thought. “Listen, Mike—”He held up his hand. “Sssh. It’s not what you think.”I glared at him. “And what do I think?”“That I’m rekindling an old flame.”“Don’t flatter yourself.” The edge in my voice was colder than the sea water outside. I hadn’t meant to sound like that and instantly regretted it. He grinned and, damn-it-all, a little flutter started somewhere just below my breastbone and skittered its way through my belly and collided with the juncture of my thighs.“You’re here because you, My Love, are the world’s top exo-biologist.”“Flattery will get you absolutely nowhere.”“I wouldn’t dream of hitting on a married woman.”The little gasp I gave at that point was because in six, or was it seven hours from now, I wouldn’t be married any longer. I checked my watch; a novelty cartoon watch Mike had bought me many years ago to celebrate our first month anniversary. For some reason I’d never gotten around to throwing it away. The second hand no longer moved, but the others did just fine.To be exact, I had six and a half hours of married life yet to endure. Rico, my soon to be ex-husband, had promised to deliver the duly signed paperwork to my lawyers. I’d phoned him after threatening to do bodily harm to the Naval officers who’d been hustling me out of the Capital Building. Nothing was going to stop me from getting divorced, not even being kidnapped by the military. I was sure Rico would deliver the papers early, so eager he was to be shed of me.I glanced at Mike. He was busy with the controls, testing the manipulators that stretched out in front of our sub like thin skeletal arms; with elbows, hands and two clasping metallic fingers.Mike couldn’t know about my impending divorce, I was sure. His reference to marriage had just been a throwaway line...Enjoy!cheers from down underMikala AshSpaceport: Trash & Treasure, A Holly Barberossa Adventure out now from Changeling Press“… a damn great story,” says Nicole Harvey of Paranormal Romance about The Body Politic, out now from Changeling Press“Rauni’s Mistress is one of the better SF romances I’ve read so far this year!” (5 Angels from Jean at Fallen Angel Reviews)“Science Fiction meets Queen of the Damned in Mikala Ash’s latest erotic paranormal.” Rachelle, Fallen Angel Reviews about Slave To Lust from Changeling Press“For a great Shape Shifter novella, with a dash of the unusual and a bit of spice, I recommend Eden's Reprise.” (4 Angels from Elizabeth at Fallen Angel Reviews)“A rich and erotic shapeshifter story” Christine, ParaNormal Romance about A Political Animal from Changeling Press (4 Angels from FAR)http://mikalaash.blogspot.com

The Romanace Studio gives Political Expediency 5 hearts!

The wonderful Dee Daily from the Romanace Studio gives Political Expediency 5 hearts!!!

Political ExpediencyMikala AshParanormal erotic romanceAvailable from Changeling PressISBN: 978-1-59596-992-7April 2008

For decades the Wolfen Council has been trying to set up a coup that will give them control of the world.

The election of Serena as Prime Minister threatens to thwart their plans.

Ms. Ash gives us an interesting story of political intrigue. She takes a lot of the hot topics of today such as global warming, nuclear power and political coups and gives it to the vampires and werewolves to deal with. Ah, if only we could do that!! But, this is fiction and darned good fiction.

Sometimes Ms. Ash just lets the sex pheromones help determine how history will be shaped!

Serena, Jack, Kelvin, Catriona are all such well done characters that it doesn’t seem too hard to believe Serena and Catriona could help to bring down the evil forces. Kelvin is well done as a globe trotting peacemaker who indulges in a lot of introspection about his relationships when he isn’t having hot sex with someone or several someones. Jack takes his job as spouse of the PM seriously and helps her cope in interesting ways.

I think this novel does a great job of telling a story that can either just be an escape from reality or tongue in cheek bit of reality about the world around us!

Overall rating: Sensuality rating: Explicit
Reviewer: Dee DaileyMay 8, 2008

The climax of my Lupus Populus series is out now from Changeling press and can be found at:


http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=845


Story Summary:

In a landslide election, engineered by political mover and shaker Catriona Molyneux, Serena Plim becomes Australia's first female Prime Minister. Of course, the electorate doesn't know she's a werewolf.
The rise to power has not been without cost and Serena has sacrificed much. Her glorious ménage with Jack Wolfe and Kelvin Waters is broken.
Apart from keeping a thriving democracy going and battling global warming, she has to contend with the Wolfen Council, whose agenda is far more dangerous than rising sea levels and a climate gone mad.
The nefarious Wolfen Council doesn't appreciate her disruption of their plan to subjugate humanity, and they mean business, deadly business. Events are boiling over, and in a bold political move with the fate of humanity at stake, Kelvin Waters acts as an envoy and approaches the arch enemy of the wolfen; the vampires.
Will the vampires help Serena in her war with the Wolfen Council? Will the sultry Catriona Molyneux finally ensnare Kelvin’s affections or will he fall for the vampire seductress Commander Ling?


Excerpt:

Political ExpediencyMikala Ash
All rights reserved.Copyright ©2008 Mikala Ash
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Catriona pushed past the media scrum and entered the hotel’s foyer as if she owned the place. Five minutes later she was in her penthouse apartment. Maia, her personal assistant, who had gone on ahead, met her at the door with a martini.
“Thank goodness,” she said, taking a sip and leaning back against the closed door. “I needed that.”
“He’s here.”
Catriona took a deep breath. “This should be interesting.” She took another sip and handed the glass back to Maia. “See we are not disturbed.”
Maia, a slightly built Thai werewolf Catriona had turned on her last trip to Phuket, nodded and glided back to the kitchen.
“Kelvin,” Catriona said as she swept into the living room. “How are things with the Council?”
The hunk sitting on the couch didn’t rise. Kelvin Waters, the former Deputy Prime Minister, was a very beautiful man. He was athletic and strong, not only in body but in mind as well. She’d earmarked him to be where Serena was now, holding the reins of power, and except for a domestic scandal beyond her control, she would have succeeded. She sighed at the remembered disappointment. Instead Kelvin had fallen and a weird chain of circumstances had thrown Serena into the arms of Jack Wolf. Kelvin, who’d always loved his press secretary, yet never touched her, took his new freedom seriously and had become the third apex of a very hot triangle.
Catriona broke up that sultry little arrangement in order to survive and bring the Wolfen Council to heel. Kelvin had not yet forgiven her for doing it. Not that she blamed him too much. Both Serena and Jack were desirable wolfen. She’d been attracted to both, still was, in fact, but one had to have one’s priorities straight and exercise some discipline.
Kelvin’s disdain was tangible in the set of his strong jaw and steady gaze. Her heart caught suddenly in her chest. Did his eyes pause for a moment on her cleavage? Could he be warming to her? Was it possible? She sniffed the air discreetly. Yes! The scent of arousal was in the air. A frisson of excitement pulsed through her belly and she was delightfully aware of her hardening nipples.
“You’ll need a better bodyguard than that little girl you brought back from Thailand,” he said. His voice was gruff and edged with something she couldn’t quite place. Not desire but something encouraging.
“She’ll surprise any assassin, let me tell you.”
She bent at the waist to kiss him on the cheek. He hardly flinched, which was better than last time they met, and her heart gave another hopeful flutter. She lowered herself into a lounge chair opposite him and crossed her legs, allowing him an encouraging view of her tanned thighs bared by the slit in the skirt. She leaned forward, exposing her cleavage, and considered him closely. “How did the Council take the election result?”
“They’ve finally gotten over their apoplexy and are now planning your early demise.”
She was surprised. “They’re openly talking of killing me?”
“It’s a done deal.” His neutral expression chilled her deep in her chest. “If I were you, I’d resign from public life, find an island somewhere with friends who will protect me, and lay low for maybe a century.”
“I think,” she said slowly, putting a long manicured finger to her glossy lower lip and keeping her gaze fixed on his stony face, “you actually are concerned for me.”
“Don’t misread my warning as concern. Your death, though no great loss to the world, would only embolden the Council and put Serena in more danger.”
Bloody Serena! She calmed herself. Catriona had been pleased with the way she’d engineered the political deaths of a dozen wolfen candidates on both sides of the political fence, with Kelvin’s assistance, by the strategic leakage of embarrassing material to selected journalists. She’d successfully put an end to the Wolfen Council’s plan to take over the Australian government and had placed a person of her choosing into the political hot seat.
“Apart from planning my murder, what else are they doing to deal with the loss of their political power?”
“It’s put their plans for this country back three years. Short of turning members of parliament into werewolves during the term, they are back to square one.”
“I bet that put a few noses out of joint. How’s the international scene?”
“Nothing has changed.”
“Then that is where we need to act next.”
“I’m heading to Beijing tomorrow to meet with our contact in their nocturnal intelligence agency.”
“Oh goody, I’ll come with you.”
“I don’t think so.”
“I think it best if I was on the move.”
“Then move in the opposite direction to me.”
She smiled seductively. “Kelvin. You need to accept two realities. The first is Serena is lost to you forever. The second is, I still like you very much and will help you all I can and,” she batted her eyelids, “in whatever way it pleases you.”
He scowled at her. “You are not going to China.”
Catriona smiled and flashed him a coquettish smile. “Wanna bet?”

***


Here’s what was said about the first two parts of the Lupus Populus saga:

“… a damn great story,” says Nicole Harvey of Paranormal Romance about The Body Politic, out now from Changeling Press

“A rich and erotic shapeshifter story” Christine, ParaNormal Romance about A Political Animal from Changeling Press (4 Angels from FAR)


Enjoy!

cheers from down under

Mikala Ash
Spaceport: Trash & Treasure, A Holly Barberossa Adventure out now from Changeling Press
“Rauni’s Mistress is one of the better SF romances I’ve read so far this year!” (5 Angels from Jean at Fallen Angel Reviews)
“Science Fiction meets Queen of the Damned in Mikala Ash’s latest erotic paranormal.” Rachelle, Fallen Angel Reviews about Slave To Lust from Changeling Press
“For a great Shape Shifter novella, with a dash of the unusual and a bit of spice, I recommend Eden's Reprise.” (4 Angels from Elizabeth at Fallen Angel Reviews)
http://mikalaash.blogspot.com

Update on Deep Encounter !

Deep Encounter will appear in the Midnight Fantasies anthology from Whispers press and is scheduled to release in May 2008.


Deep Encounter is out now and can be found at Whispers Press:

http://www.whispershome.com/book_pages/deep_encounter.html


The story:

A kilometer beneath the surface, in the cold, dark ocean depths, world renowned exo-biologist Samantha Price and ex-lover Mike Leigh, pilot of a deep-sea submersible, come face to face with the Mimetai, a creature that knows nothing of humanity.
Hurled to the sea bottom, their submersible incapacitated by the Mimetai and with air running out, Samantha and Mike rekindle their love and by doing so, give themselves an unexpected chance at happiness and maybe even survival.


Excerpt


We fell for an hour before either of us spoke, to each other, that is.
Mike, of course, was in constant contact with our controllers a thousand meters or so topside, speaking in the unintelligible techno-speak that pilots and astronauts adore.
Sitting beside him in the co-pilot’s seat, I was trying to figure out why the hell I was there.
“Well, is it a spaceship?” I asked eventually.
“What?”
“Is that why I’m here?”
He looked at me with that cute, puzzled hound dog expression I used to adore. Still do, truth be told.
I turned away to gaze out my port at the darkness through which we were plummeting. The black scene was lit by countless flashes of bio-luminescence from tiny, and not so tiny, undersea creatures hunting and being hunted in the dark killing field of the deep Pacific Ocean.
“A movie from last century,” I explained. “A spaceship is found at the bottom of the sea, the military calls in the scientists to study it. It turns out disastrously, of course, but that’s Hollywood for you.”
“What are you talking about?”
I was babbling. I blamed it on jet lag, not having breakfast and on the pheromones Mike was pumping into the confined atmosphere of the submersible.
When I’d first seen him leaning against the bright yellow sub, my heart had leapt into my throat. It hadn’t occurred to me he’d be there. I’d thought he was still in Antarctica exploring underneath what was left of the polar ice shelf.
“No spaceship,” he said.
“Then why am I here?”
“I asked for you especially.”
It was just as I’d thought. “Listen, Mike—”
He held up his hand. “Sssh. It’s not what you think.”
I glared at him. “And what do I think?”
“That I’m rekindling an old flame.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” The edge in my voice was colder than the sea water outside. I hadn’t meant to sound like that and instantly regretted it. He grinned and, damn-it-all, a little flutter started somewhere just below my breastbone and skittered its way through my belly and collided with the juncture of my thighs.
“You’re here because you, My Love, are the world’s top exo-biologist.”
“Flattery will get you absolutely nowhere.”
“I wouldn’t dream of hitting on a married woman.”
The little gasp I gave at that point was because in six, or was it seven hours from now, I wouldn’t be married any longer. I checked my watch; a novelty cartoon watch Mike had bought me many years ago to celebrate our first month anniversary. For some reason I’d never gotten around to throwing it away. The second hand no longer moved, but the others did just fine.
To be exact, I had six and a half hours of married life yet to endure. Rico, my soon to be ex-husband, had promised to deliver the duly signed paperwork to my lawyers. I’d phoned him after threatening to do bodily harm to the Naval officers who’d been hustling me out of the Capital Building. Nothing was going to stop me from getting divorced, not even being kidnapped by the military. I was sure Rico would deliver the papers early, so eager he was to be shed of me.
I glanced at Mike. He was busy with the controls, testing the manipulators that stretched out in front of our sub like thin skeletal arms; with elbows, hands and two clasping metallic fingers.
Mike couldn’t know about my impending divorce, I was sure. His reference to marriage had just been a throwaway line.


Enjoy!

cheers from down under

Mikala Ash
Spaceport: Trash & Treasure, A Holly Barberossa Adventure out now from Changeling Press
“… a damn great story,” says Nicole Harvey of Paranormal Romance about The Body Politic, out now from Changeling Press
“Rauni’s Mistress is one of the better SF romances I’ve read so far this year!” (5 Angels from Jean at Fallen Angel Reviews)
“Science Fiction meets Queen of the Damned in Mikala Ash’s latest erotic paranormal.” Rachelle, Fallen Angel Reviews about Slave To Lust from Changeling Press
“For a great Shape Shifter novella, with a dash of the unusual and a bit of spice, I recommend Eden's Reprise.” (4 Angels from Elizabeth at Fallen Angel Reviews)
“A rich and erotic shapeshifter story” Christine, ParaNormal Romance about A Political Animal from Changeling Press (4 Angels from FAR)
http://mikalaash.blogspot.com

The wonderful Haley at Fallen Angel Reviews has awarded Trash & Treasure 4 Angels!

Here’s some of what she had to say about Trash &Treasure

“…Holly is a very headstrong independent woman, unfortunately for her that doesn’t always equate to a good thing. She is so determined to get the story that she often forgets to protect herself. Maxim is sexy, mysterious, and a bit of a bad boy and that just makes him all the more attractive. When the two first become aware of each other the sparks are immediate, especially since it’s when Holly walks in on Maxim and his male lover engaged in sex. The tension between the two continues to build until it is palpable. The addition of a good mystery and intrigue to the plot make Spaceport: Trash & Treasure a fine addition to the Spaceport series.” Reviewed by: Hayley


The full review can be found at:

http://fallenangelreviews.com/2008/February/Hayley-Spaceport_TrashTreasure.htm

Trash & Treasure, a Holly Barberossa erotic adventure, out now from Changeling Press!

Join Holly, investigative journalist extraordinaire, as she investigates the darker side of life on Spaceport Adana, the hottest den of iniquity in the galaxy.

Holly’s adventure can be found at:

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=787


Story Summary:

Award-winning reporter for the Adana Observer Holly Barberossa finds herself once again in her natural environment, hot water.
Antagonizing the Dollavera "brothers," a family of clones who run the Amalgamated Spaceport Guild of Scavengers, with a series of damaging exposés was bound to drop her into a cauldron of trouble but when a dismembered body, an abused robot and a scared alien entity are thrown into the mix then Holly is really in the soup.
Then there’s Maxim Dollavera who, she hopes, is not like his "brothers." A man with his smoldering good looks just can’t be a bad guy, can he? Trying for a surprise interview Holly walks in on him and his male lover, Felis Panthera, a randy Leonine with equally attractive attributes. Forget the story, she hopes there’s room for one more in Maxim’s erotic world.
But she can’t forget a story, that’s her problem, and her greatest strength. Will Maxim’s brothers allow Holly to walk all over them in the media without retribution? Will Maxim welcome her into his world when she is trying to destroy his brothers? And just who are the bad guys, really?
These and other questions boil over in Spaceport: Trash & Treasure, a Holly Barberossa erotic adventure.


Excerpt


I need a beer. With an emphatic click, Holly Barberossa snapped off her smartcam while K. Dollavera was still flapping his jaws, the bombastic Guild executive ever eager to have the last word. Asshole! It had been a helluva day. She’d lost her cool and she knew it. Vinnie would gripe about it in the morning, give her the old lecture about getting more with sugar than… hell, she couldn’t remember how that homily ended even though she’d heard it a thousand times. I need a beer. The Haze was only ten minutes away. She could almost taste the amber fluid, not to mention the plate of ribs she’d have to go along with it. The image of her favorite meal, dripping with that mouth watering Altaran sauce the cook at the Haze used, filled her mind and worked its magic on her salivary glands. Her empty stomach gave a sustained and hopeful cheer. She hadn’t stopped for lunch, running from one end of Adana to the other; interviewing idiots and assholes, fending off the groping hands of hopeful pedestrians trying to cop a feel, being kidnapped and fucking led around blindfolded by amateurs on the run (as if they really thought I couldn’t figure out where they took me, geeze! ), gassed by a flatulent Fedoran, given the cold shoulder by the fucking head of ’Port Security (I’ll put her on a fucking spit and roast her slow), and to top it off that fucking asshole Dollavera trying to wheedle out of not spilling the beans about the gang war brewing right under his and his goddamn brothers’ fucking noses (brothers, there’s a misnomer for you, fucking brothers my ass, fucking clones). Clones. She took a deep and sustained breath. Good looking clones, sexy clones who boiled her juices every time she was within ten meters of their athletic bulk. Bastards. She ordered her thoughts and skipped through the interview with Riz Gitto, the retired head of ’Port Security and CEO of Adana’s newest private security firm. She could tell he wanted her badly, his pale gray eyes undressing her six times during the five minutes she talked to him. He wasn’t bad looking for an old guy and would be a useful contact, so she’d fluttered her dark lashes back at him and deflected his request for a date with the usual stop kidding around, I’m working line and jumped into the interview with that asshole K. Dollavera. At least Riz hadn’t made a grab for her tits. Exactly why she let Dollavera get under her skin she couldn’t fathom. It wasn’t just that he was a slimy asshole. No doubt it had something to do with the fact that she’d dated (a couple of times) his “brother” Zweep, the Sentient Resources Controller of the family monopoly, the Amalgamated Spaceport Guild of Scavengers. She’d dumped Zweep at the first inkling of his suspicious business dealings. No way could she compromise her journalistic standards by seeing the man at the center of what could be the biggest scandal in Adana history. The fact that she let him go not ten minutes after she met their “brother” Maxim might, she conceded, have had something more to do with it other than being a breathtaking coincidence. Maxim, the New Year’s Eve hero who had risked his life to save others from a terrible disaster, was something special. There was a guy who knew how to boil the juices, and what made him yummier was that he didn’t even know he did it. The thought of Maxim being caught up in a shady family business was giving her sleepless nights. He’d been away, supposedly scavenging, for the last month, more likely avoiding the hundreds of fans attracted to his celebrity, so she hadn’t been able to talk to him about it. Not that they were on speaking terms yet; he probably didn’t know she even existed. I’ll have to change that little detail. If nothing else, her publicly nailing his two brothers would bring her into his orbit soon enough. What worried her was that Maxim seemed smarter than his “brothers,” and even in the brief moments she saw them interact, they seemed to defer to him. Her worst fear was that he was actually in charge of the operation while posing as a loner, supposedly scavenging the asteroid belt for junk. It would be the perfect cover, playing the dirt smeared grunt collecting trash while secretly pulling the strings behind the ’Port Authority. There was a tug at her trouser leg. A grubby face with enormous eyes and a mess of yellow hair looked up and gave her a gap toothed smile. “Hello, sweetie,” Holly said. “Got something for me?” The little angel, one of Adana’s many corridor kids, nodded and cupped a tiny hand near her mouth. Holly knelt down beside her and turned her head, brushing aside her raven hair so the little girl could whisper in her ear. Holly’s heart jumped at the message. “Thank you, sweetie,” she said. “How much?” The girl put up three fingers, indicating there were two others involved in the chain of observers that had brought her this longed-for news. Holly dropped four credits into her small palm and was rewarded with openmouthed astonishment. She always paid more than the going rate. It guaranteed preferment in the Adana rumor mill. So, Maxim Dollavera had returned. He was in customs at this very moment and if she hurried she’d catch him. And then what? She bit her bottom lip and snapped shut her oversized equipment bag. I have no idea, but I’ll think of something. I always do.



Enjoy!

cheers from down under

Mikala Ash
Spaceport: Trash & Treasure, A Holly Barberossa Adventure out now from Changeling Press
“… a damn great story,” says Nicole Harvey of Paranormal Romance about The Body Politic, out now from Changeling Press
“Rauni’s Mistress is one of the better SF romances I’ve read so far this year!” (5 Angels from Jean at Fallen Angel Reviews)
“Science Fiction meets Queen of the Damned in Mikala Ash’s latest erotic paranormal.” Rachelle, Fallen Angel Reviews about Slave To Lust from Changeling Press
“For a great Shape Shifter novella, with a dash of the unusual and a bit of spice, I recommend Eden's Reprise.” (4 Angels from Elizabeth at Fallen Angel Reviews)
“A rich and erotic shapeshifter story” Christine, ParaNormal Romance about A Political Animal from Changeling Press (4 Angels from FAR)
http://mikalaash.blogspot.com

Deep Encounter awarded 4.5 Hearts

The Wonderful Samantha Ann from Night Owl Reviews has awarded Deep Encounter, 4.5 Hearts and given it Reviewer’s Top Pick.

This is some of what she had to say about the Winner of Whisper’s Seven Wonders of the World Writing Contest:

“…The author pens such wonderfully scorching sex the reader may forget the hazards going on around her characters. But Mike and Sam want more than just these few moments…will they get them?”

The full review can be seen at:

http://www.nightowlromance.com/nightowlromance/reviews/Review.asp?ReviewId=1331

Deep Encounter is now from Whispers Press:

http://www.whispershome.com/book_pages/deep_encounter.html


A kilometer beneath the surface, in the cold, dark ocean depths, world renowned exo-biologist Samantha Price and ex-lover Mike Leigh, pilot of a deep-sea submersible, come face to face with the Mimetai, a creature that knows nothing of humanity.
Hurled to the sea bottom, their submersible incapacitated by the Mimetai and with air running out, Samantha and Mike rekindle their love and by doing so, give themselves an unexpected chance at happiness and maybe even survival.


Excerpt


We fell for an hour before either of us spoke, to each other, that is.
Mike, of course, was in constant contact with our controllers a thousand meters or so topside, speaking in the unintelligible techno-speak that pilots and astronauts adore.
Sitting beside him in the co-pilot’s seat, I was trying to figure out why the hell I was there.
“Well, is it a spaceship?” I asked eventually.
“What?”
“Is that why I’m here?”
He looked at me with that cute, puzzled hound dog expression I used to adore. Still do, truth be told.
I turned away to gaze out my port at the darkness through which we were plummeting. The black scene was lit by countless flashes of bio-luminescence from tiny, and not so tiny, undersea creatures hunting and being hunted in the dark killing field of the deep Pacific Ocean.
“A movie from last century,” I explained. “A spaceship is found at the bottom of the sea, the military calls in the scientists to study it. It turns out disastrously, of course, but that’s Hollywood for you.”
“What are you talking about?”
I was babbling. I blamed it on jet lag, not having breakfast and on the pheromones Mike was pumping into the confined atmosphere of the submersible.
When I’d first seen him leaning against the bright yellow sub, my heart had leapt into my throat. It hadn’t occurred to me he’d be there. I’d thought he was still in Antarctica exploring underneath what was left of the polar ice shelf.
“No spaceship,” he said.
“Then why am I here?”
“I asked for you especially.”
It was just as I’d thought. “Listen, Mike—”
He held up his hand. “Sssh. It’s not what you think.”
I glared at him. “And what do I think?”
“That I’m rekindling an old flame.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” The edge in my voice was colder than the sea water outside. I hadn’t meant to sound like that and instantly regretted it. He grinned and, damn-it-all, a little flutter started somewhere just below my breastbone and skittered its way through my belly and collided with the juncture of my thighs.
“You’re here because you, My Love, are the world’s top exo-biologist.”
“Flattery will get you absolutely nowhere.”
“I wouldn’t dream of hitting on a married woman.”
The little gasp I gave at that point was because in six, or was it seven hours from now, I wouldn’t be married any longer. I checked my watch; a novelty cartoon watch Mike had bought me many years ago to celebrate our first month anniversary. For some reason I’d never gotten around to throwing it away. The second hand no longer moved, but the others did just fine.
To be exact, I had six and a half hours of married life yet to endure. Rico, my soon to be ex-husband, had promised to deliver the duly signed paperwork to my lawyers. I’d phoned him after threatening to do bodily harm to the Naval officers who’d been hustling me out of the Capital Building. Nothing was going to stop me from getting divorced, not even being kidnapped by the military. I was sure Rico would deliver the papers early, so eager he was to be shed of me.
I glanced at Mike. He was busy with the controls, testing the manipulators that stretched out in front of our sub like thin skeletal arms; with elbows, hands and two clasping metallic fingers.
Mike couldn’t know about my impending divorce, I was sure. His reference to marriage had just been a throwaway line.

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