Bio:
Marteeka Karland is an ordinary woman with an overactive imagination. Thank God for a computer, or tape recorder, or pen and paper… whatever she can create a story with! Her husband sometimes thinks she's nuts and asks her every time she gets frustrated with her latest deadline, "Is it really worth all this?" And every time, she answers, "HELL YES!"

Apart from writing, Marteeka's alter ego has worked in the Emergency Room for more years than she'll admit. She has a loving husband, who still chuckles when he tells a buddy exactly what that Goddess of Water T-shirt is all about, and a son who is blissfully ignorant to anything other than he's not allowed to "push buttons" on Mommy's computer.

Marteeka welcomes mail at mkarland@gmail.com, and you can visit her website at http://www.marteekakarland.com/.

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Bite Blurb:

The last thing Dryson expects when he takes his latest shipment of smuggled goods to Spaceport Adana is to end up with a Rajian sex slave, Sasha. Sure, he planned a little R & R, but the impulsive buy is proving to be more than he bargained for. Sasha is a force to be reckoned with, and her bite is definitely worse than her bark.

Something else Dryson doesn't expect is to find himself face to face with an assassin sent to kill him. Belin, the large and very experienced killer, has other plans. Instead of killing Dryson, Belin wants to recruit him to smuggle much-needed goods to his home planet. Unfortunately, the Interplanetary Alliance Council has strong objections to letting Dryson live.

When Dryson is taken hostage, Belin and Sasha must keep their cool and use all their cunning if they're going to rescue him. Keeping a level head is not something a Rajian is capable of when her mate is in danger.

Either of them.

Bite Excerpt:

Sasha had forgot about the damned locater chip her "master" had implanted underneath her skin when he'd first bought her. She yanked her chains in annoyance. It was her own damned fault she was naked and back on the auction block this soon. So much for a nap. She really liked naps. Naps were good. Unfortunately, naps also made one vulnerable. She'd awakened when Mathum had dragged her out by her hair. From there, he'd at least cleaned her up before bringing her here. Not that she minded, but it was damned embarrassing to have been caught by a SOP like Mathum.

Blowing an errant strand of hair out of her face, Sasha glanced at her master, sitting on the side of her display wall. He stared at her, absently flicked a wicked looking barbed whip back and forth over his legs. If Sasha knew him, he was trying to figure out how he could get away with flogging her in public without diminishing her value. If he whipped her with that flogger, there wouldn't be much left of her skin. That would diminish her value considerably.

As it was, he could get top dollar for her if he knew what he was doing. Her grayish blue skin and distinctive tattoos marked her as Rajian. Her species was known for being highly sexual and rarely formed attachments. Most people thought that made them ideal sex slaves. Unfortunately, those same people didn't stick around to hear the rest of it. They were ideal sex slaves…

Until they got bored. If one wanted to keep a Rajian, it was always best not to let them become bored, but very few people knew how to accomplish that. The very nature of a Rajian meant they tired of sex partners quickly unless one could figure out what he or she liked best. It was worth it, though. Few races knew the art of pleasuring quite like a Rajian.

Again, Sasha heaved an exaggerated sigh. She could almost hear Mathum grinding his teeth in frustration. She'd only been with him about three weeks, but it didn't take a mate to know he always ground his teeth when she wasn't properly impressed with him. He looked exactly the same way when she didn't bat an eyelash at his Cosmetic Regeneration enhanced dick. Yeah, it was long and thick, but she already knew he didn't know how to use it.

Unlike that blond beefcake walking toward her. A man wearing only black pants, heavy combat boots, and a gun belt with a wicked looking pistol sitting snugly in the holster caught her gaze. Just the way he carried himself bespoke his confidence in himself and his abilities. He stopped at Master Hayden's block and looked at several women, but none seemed to catch his fancy.

Master Hayden. Now there was a man who'd know what a girl needed. He'd tried to tell Mathum he was wasting his time with Sasha, but the stupid man couldn't see past her race and foolishly thought sucking his cock would keep her occupied. Master Hayden had only shrugged and gone on his way. Now, he spoke with the blond man at length and after a couple of minutes, they both looked in her direction.

Sasha's heart rate increased, and she was anything but bored now. She stood up straighter and looked the gorgeous man in the eye. This man might think he wanted a slave, but no man with that much confidence and air of authority would want a woman as weak-willed as Mathum wanted. No. He'd want an equal. Maybe he'd be able to physically overpower her, but he'd want someone who could hold her own with him. Oh, yes. This was someone she could have fun with for a few months.

They stared at each other for several heartbeats. Nothing else seemed to matter. The lust sparking between them was almost palpable. When he started toward her, he didn't even look at anyone else, including Mathum.

"I want her." His rich, deep voice washed over her and sent a shiver through her cunt. A warm drop of her own intimate moisture fell onto her inner thigh and trickled slowly down her leg. "How much?"

"Ten Thousand." Mathum didn't miss a beat, apparently betting he'd get that much simply because she was Rajian.

"You're kidding. Right?" The man smiled. "Word is you've not tamed this little hellcat. Word is, she bit you in spite of your efforts. While I don't mind paying top dollar for what I want, I'm not paying for someone else's fuck up."

Sasha's mouth twitched, and she would have laughed out loud if this man's gaze hadn't been so all-consuming. She felt like he could see to her very soul, like he knew everything her heart desired and was perfectly capable of giving it to her. If he chose to.

"Eight. Not a credit less," Mathum growled. "Fuck up or not, she's worth at least that."

"I'll give you five," he said. "Rajians never make good slaves. A fact anyone in this business already knows." He shrugged. "Everyone else will learn from Master Hayden."

Mathum's normally pasty skin turned a very unflattering shade of pink. "I'll kill you both!" he exploded and leapt from his place at the foot of the dais Sasha was chained to. He would have been on top of the newcomer if Master Hayden hadn't yanked him out of the air by the collar of his tunic. The newcomer didn't even flinch, as if he'd known what Master Hayden would do.

In the blink of an eye, Sasha's man moved to slam Mathum against the wall. "It's always best to know your enemy before you attack." Her man slowly let Mathum go and backed away from him, flashing a wicked smile. "Fortunately, I don't feel like killing you just now." When Mathum would have advanced, Sasha's man stopped him with a look. "Though I could change my mind easily enough."

The two men stared at each other for a few heartbeats before Mathum lowered his eyes. "Five then. Deposit it to my account by cycle's end." Mathum pitched Sasha's man the identikey to her chains, turned, and stomped off.

Sasha's heart raced, and she couldn't get her breath. Her man was one who would take her! He wouldn't stop at his pleasure, either. Unless he meant to give her greater pleasure later. This was a man who at least partially understood her kind and everything she required. This was a man she couldn't resist, at least for now.