Get ready for a thrill ride today with Sasha's Calling by T.C. Archer, a super sexy sci-fi story full of fast-paced action and memorable characters. Joining me on this tour are a great group of bloggers who will give you even more insight into this story. Keep reading to get my impressions of this book and fill out the form below for your chance to win an e-copy of this book......
EXCERPT:
A man waiting for an elevator came into view up ahead. Sasha slowed. A nervous flutter closed around her heart. If the Pinks got too close, she might be able to use this man. His golden hair cut precisely at the nape of his neck gave him a surgical look that didn’t—couldn’t—detract from broad shoulders emphasized by the fashionable lime green Nauru jacket he wore. He stood a head taller than her one and three-quarter meters. A triwheeled robot like those ambassadors used as aides waited two paces behind him.
The man shifted and Sasha slid the bodysuit zipper down another fraction of an inch as he turned. The bot followed suit, stupidly mimicking the movement. The man’s gaze met hers and her breath caught. The ambassador either wore contacts or had surgically implanted chrome irises, but the polychrome eyes that followed her approach didn’t disguise the intense stare. Despite the fact her breasts strained against her suit, his gaze never wavered from her face. Damn her luck. She’d encountered the only male on Centor who had morals.
The footfalls of the Pinkertons behind her grew louder and more footfalls sounded from around the curve ahead. She flicked a glance down the corridor. No doors or branching hallways were visible, only the elevator that hadn’t yet arrived. Her pulse spiked. Trapped.
Sasha slowed to a stroll, the ambassador’s gaze still fastened on her. She could almost see herself in his eyes. Centorians were known for being loose. She was about to test just how loose. Sasha stepped up to him, seized his lapel-less jacket, and pulled him down so they were face-to-face. If nothing else, she was an opportunist.
Lips crashed onto lips. His were firm, hers demanding. She pressed closer, her pistol nestled out of sight of any passer-bys, and drove him back against the intersection between the elevator and the wall. His tongue touched the seam of her lips. She startled. Well, well, her savior was an opportunist too, and not so moral after all. She thrust her tongue into his mouth. Moist warmth tasted faintly of anise and green tea. Desire rippled through her.
A low groan rolled from his chest and straight into her sex. His erection stirred against her belly. Oh yes. She rose on tiptoes, and he bent. Undulating her hips, she envisioned his solid cock sliding between her legs. Firm hands cupped her ass, and her breath caught when he lifted her more intimately against the promised goods. Lust pooled in her belly.
A formation of ten uniformed Pinkertons rounded the curve as five more came running around the other side. Watching the reflection in the ambassador’s chrome irises of the scene behind her, Sasha saw none of them wore battle armor. They weren’t the ones looking for her, but were probably running to some other emergency. They rushed past without giving her and the ambassador—Hey! The ambassador was staring back at her.
She narrowed her eyes, not breaking the kiss. He clenched her ass and pulled her tighter. The feel of his hard cock sent waves of warmth pooling between her legs. Gods, he knew how to kiss. She pressed closer. The Pinkertons passed out of sight an instant before he closed his eyes, and another moan reverberated through his chest. That was more like it. Now if she could just keep him busy until—
The elevator dinged. The ambassador released one hand but kept a tight hold on her with the other. The elevator doors began their slide open, wedging her body deeper into the corner between the door and the wall. Sasha ripped away from his grasp, her breath coming in heavy gasps. He jerked upright, her gun gripped in his right hand. The elevator doors slid open to reveal an empty interior. They were alone, and he had her Omegatron leveled on her, his mirror eyes expressionless.
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MY IMPRESSIONS OF THIS BOOK:
From the very beginning Sasha's Calling caught my attention and never let go through a series of steamy interludes and fast-paced action sequences. It's an exciting thrill ride set in a colorful outer space universe with a memorable collection of aliens and scientific technology. The author vividly depicts this futuristic world in a way that draws you into the story even further. The sights and sounds are palpable and create the same vibe as your favorite sci-fi tv shows.
From the moment Dirk and Sasha meet the sparks fly and things only get hotter from there once she becomes a stowaway on his ship. The sexual tension is strong as their verbal foreplay commences to discover what each is hiding. Sasha's in debt to a nasty criminal in hopes that she'll discover the technology to save her father and home planet, while Dirk is an agent for a group whose motives aren't always clear. But after meeting her he's on her side and will put his life on the line to see her safe. The interactions between these characters is delightful both in and out of the bedroom. Their sexual interludes are super sexy yet playful as Sasha is no wilting flower and Dirk is the very definition of charming. As they work together to get the scientific information to save others, trust has finally been created between them and they use their physical and mental strengths to keep each other safe as they race through a dark and dangerous planet chased by those wanting them dead.
This story was a fast-paced rollercoaster ride that kept my heart pounding as our protagonists race to an exciting and satisfying conclusion. T.C. Archer has created a story reminiscent of Indiana Jones with the story's overall tone providing what the best sci-fi does.....entertainment.....
My rating for this is an A.
*I received this book from the author in exchange for my honest opinion.
AUTHOR INFO:
T. C. Archer is comprised of award winning authors Evan Trevane and Shawn M. Casey. They live in the Northeast. Evan has a Ph.D. in electrical engineering, and Shawn is a small business owner. Their collaboration began on a lark with the post WWII film noir story The Pickle My Little Friend, and has evolved into nearly a dozen works, which includes their new series The Phenom League, and Daphne Du Maurier winner the romantic thriller For His Eyes Only.
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