Temporarily Out of Luck by Vicki Batman #newrelease #mystery #romance

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Great job. What man? And murder.

Newly employed at Wedding Wonderland, Hattie Cooks is learning the industry from an expert planner. When her former brother-in-law is found dead in his luxury SUV, all fingers point to Hattie’s sister who is planning her own “I dos.”

Detective Allan Wellborn is caught between a rock and a hard place—Hattie’s family and investigating the murder of a well-connected Sommerville resident, the same loser who was once married to Hattie’s sister. Determining who’s the bad guy—or gal—isn’t going to be easy and sure to piss someone off.

Can Hattie beat the clock to uncover who murdered Jonson before Tracey is charged and her wedding is ruined?

Book 3 in the Hattie Cooks mystery series is a full of twists and turns and wedding-style murder and mayhem!

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About Vicki Batman

Funny, sweet, and quirky, Vicki Batman’s stories are full of her hallmark humor and romance and will delight all readers. She has sold many romantic comedy works to magazines, several publishers, and most recently, three humorous romantic mysteries. Along the way, she has picked up awards and bestsellers. Avid Jazzerciser. Handbag lover. Mahjong player. Yoga practitioner. Movie fan. Book devourer. Chocaholic. Best Mom ever. And adores Handsome Hubby.

Five Things You Didn’t Know:
1. I was Miss Oak Lawn Moped
2. I am the oldest of four sisters
3. None of my sisters have the same eye color or hair color as me.
4. I love Jordan Almonds and Candy Corn.
5. My cat lived to be 23.

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Claimed for the Alien Bride Lottery #excerpt #newrelease #alienromance #scifiromance #BookHooks #MFRWauthor

I thought I’d escaped being given to an alien warrior. I was wrong.

I was one hour away from washing out of the Alien Bride Games.

None of the Khanavai warriors had chosen me, and I was scheduled on the next shuttle off the filming station.

But then a bright red alien passed me in a hallway—and the next thing I knew, we were all over each other.

Bad enough that my name had been drawn in the Bride Lottery.

Now, even though they’re supposedly over, I’m back in the Games. And not the usual ones, either—a whole new set of challenges, just for me.

Guess it’ll make for good television back home.

I just hope I can resist him long enough to get back to Earth, to the people I love.

And that I can keep him from learning my most desperate secret.

The odds aren’t looking good, though…

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EXCERPT from Claimed for the Alien Bride Lottery

My name—the one I have now—never should have been drawn in the Alien Bride Lottery. 

The back-alley surgeon who replaced my ID chip promised me it was clean, loaded with the information that I had already been through the Games.

I guess that’ll teach me to trust the word of someone who made a living as a criminal, illegally replacing the chips our world government required all humans to have implanted.

But the night I was transported up to Station 21, I wasn’t at all worried. 

I was, however, hot, sweaty, and irritated.

“If you needed unbuttered toast, you should have noted it in the order,” I snapped at Kitty, the waitress on the other side of the passthrough to the kitchen—the one who was currently glaring at me over the plates under the heating lamps.

Noted it in the order?” she repeated with a sneer, one hand on her hip. “Who talks like that?”

I rolled my eyes and snatched the toast off the plate under discussion, replacing it with unbuttered toast. “There.”

Turning away without waiting for a response, I moved back to the grill. Kitty took the plate with a huff, and as soon as she was gone, I inhaled deeply and blinked away a tear. 

I shouldn’t be here at all. I trained at L’école de Cuisine du Chef, the single most prestigious culinary school in Paris. I should have been in a five-star restaurant in New York or London or Las Angeles, astounding patrons with my delectable, edible creations.

Instead, I was in a crappy diner in Atlanta, slinging hash browns and frying eggs.

But it beat the hell out of the alternative.

Yeah—this is infinitely preferable to what I ran from.

As I finished plating the last meal from the grill, voices rising from the dining room caught my attention. Wiping my hands across my apron, I made my way out to the front room to see what was going on.

“It’s the new Bride Lottery,” Kitty announced excitedly, clasping her hands under her chin as she stared up at the television.

I frowned. “Those poor girls.”

Kitty raised one eyebrow. “What do you mean, those poor girls? They are so lucky. They never have to work again. All they have to do is sit and be beautiful for their alien husbands.” She struck a pose. “Can you imagine how wonderful it would be to do nothing but spend all day being waited on hand and foot?”

“You don’t know what happens once the cameras are turned off,” Wanda, one of our regulars said. 

I moved over to pat her soft, wrinkled hand. “That’s right, Wanda. I don’t think we know nearly enough about the Khanavai. I bet they’re not as perfect as they pretend to be on TV.”

“I remember the first time they showed up,” she said—not the first time we had all heard the story, but I paid polite attention, anyway.

“The Prince sure was pretty,” she reminisced. “And for the first couple of years, him and his princess were all over the news. It was like a fairytale. Then they just up and disappeared. Hardly ever heard anything at all about their prince again.”

“So you think we shouldn’t trust them?” Kitty asked the old woman.

“Not even a little bit.”

“But it’s not like all that many women end up with Khanavai husbands,” Joey, our busboy reminded us. “A whole lot of women get chosen every year in the Bride lottery, and then a whole lot get sent back down to Earth.” 

“Some of them don’t,” Kitty countered. “Some of them gets swept off their feet and taken away to live happily ever after.”

I managed to contain my snort of derision, but only barely.

Happily ever after doesn’t exist. It’s a trick designed to convince women to give up their entire lives for somebody else.

At least, that was my experience.

“Ooh. Vos Klavoii is about to draw another name!” Kitty called out.

I decided to take a seat in the dining room. After all, no one was going to be ordering anything much until the drawing was done. I might as well take a break. I was practically dead on my feet. Working the 3 a.m. to 10 a.m. overnight shift well into the morning was good, because it meant I could get Josiah to bed at Rebecca’s and then be there when he woke up from his morning nap the next day. We might have to change that once he started school, but for now, it meant that we were home together for most of the day.

That didn’t leave me much time for sleeping, though.

But we were safe.

Someone would have to be watching us pretty closely to be able to tell where we lived. And if they found that out, they’d have to be watching even closer to figure out where Josiah spend his nights.

I stifled a yawn as Vos Klavoii, the bright green game show host who ran the Bride Lottery and Bride Games, continued his mindless chatter about this year’s crop of brides. 

Crop. He might as well come out and say it—he thinks human women are grown to be brides for Khanavai males. Like we’re not worthwhile on our own.

This time, my jawbone cracked as I gave a giant yawn.

Sitting down probably hadn’t been a good idea. I was about to drift off to the sound of everyone enjoying the Bride Lottery drawings when the sound of my own name—the one I used now, anyway—jerked me awake.

“Mia Jones,” Vos repeated, flicking his fingers toward the eboard behind him as he waited for the bride’s picture to be flashed on it behind him.

No. It can’t be me. This is not a terribly uncommon name. There must be at least twenty others with the same name, I reassured myself.

“We seem to be having some technical difficulty,” Vos said, his game-show host demeanor not breaking for even a moment. I wondered if he slept with that smile pasted on his face.

All around me in the diner, everyone began jumping up and down and shouting. 

“It’s you, Mia, it’s you!” Kitty grabbed my hands with both of hers and pulled me up out of the chair as if we were suddenly best friends.

I tugged my hands out of hers. “You can’t know that. It might not be me at all. Anyway, I’m not eligible for the lottery.”

My coworker stopped her silly dance. “Why wouldn’t you be?”

My breath stuttered to a halt in my chest. How can I answer that? 

No one here knew I had a child, and I was not about to tell them.

For that matter, I wasn’t even Mia Jones. I was just playing a part: Mia, a little shy, a little talented in the kitchen, trying to get by as best I could.

That’s all they needed to know.

Wanda peered deep into my eyes as if reading everything there, then turned to the others. “That’s none of your business,” she announced. “Maybe her name was already drawn before.”

“Nah. She’s lying,” Kitty decided. “She just doesn’t want a hottie alien husband. Because she’s insane. Clearly.”

Vos was still on the screen, his green skin glowing almost a neon color as he chattered away about the history of the Bride Games in an attempt to fill time while they sorted out their technical difficulties.

“Oh, here we go,” he finally said. “It looks like we are getting the feed through, finally. I hear they’re sending it over right … now.”

My entire world narrowed down to that one moment, the eternity in the second between Vos announcing the picture was on the way and the picture actually showing up.

When it finally came on the screen, I wished that I could have stayed in that second forever.

It was me.

Somehow, the Bride Lottery registration had gotten my name and new ID number and had drawn me in the Lottery.

Cold washed through my limbs and my vision flickered in and out.

I have to get out of here, have to run. A drumbeat started in my head. Get back to Josiah. Get us out of here. Save him.

The transportation technology picked me up when I was halfway to the door, dashing across the room and ripping my apron off as if it held my tracker. I don’t know where I thought I would go. There was no one on Earth who could save me, no place I could hide. I was acting on pure instinct.

The very last thing I saw as I was transported to Station 21 was the outline of Vos Klavoii’s face fading until only his smile remained.

Like an evil, green, Cheshire cat.

About the Author

USA Today, Wall Street Journal, and New York Times bestselling author Margo Bond Collins is a former college English professor who, tired of explaining the difference between “hanged” and “hung,” turned to writing romance novels instead. She now writes urban fantasy, paranormal romance, and science fiction romance. Sometimes her heroines kiss aliens, sometimes they kill monsters. But they always aim for the heart.

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Entered in the Alien Bride Lottery #FREE through Dec. 13

There are a million ways to end up in the Alien Bride Lottery. But it takes only one.

Every unmarried female human over the age of 21 gets entered once a year. You can also accept extra entries for legal infractions—instead of paying a parking fine, for example, you can request an extra entry. Lots of women do that. I mean, why not? The chances are astronomical that your name will get chosen to be one of the hundred or so women who get shipped off to space every year.

And even if your name is drawn, the odds are slim that you’ll match up with an alien who’s looking for a mate.

Most of the lottery-drawn women come back to Earth every year and resume their lives as if nothing changed.

But some don’t.

And no matter what, getting drawn in the Lottery means you have to compete in the Bride Games.

Guess that’s where I’m heading now.

I only hope I can avoid catching the eye of one of the giant, rainbow-hued brutes whose mission is to protect Earth—and who can claim me as a mate.

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What’s a reluctant woman to do when her name is drawn in the Alien Bride Lottery and she has to go join the Bride Games?

Play to lose, of course!

There are about a million ways to end up in the Alien Bride Lottery.

Every unmarried female human between the ages of twenty-one and thirty-five gets entered once a year. You can also choose to accept extra entries instead of dealing with the courts for various legal infractions—instead of paying a parking fine, for example, you can request an extra entry. Lots of women do that. I mean, why not? The chances are astronomical that your name will get chosen to be one of the hundred or so women who get shipped off to space every year.

And even if your name is drawn, the odds are slim that you’ll match up with an alien who’s looking for a mate.

Most of the lottery-drawn women come back to Earth every year and resume their lives as if nothing changed. But some don’t.

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Plenty of human women are thrilled by this idea.

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Midnight’s Assassins (Ilsa Deverell Book 1)

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Captured for the Alien Bride Lottery #newrelease #SFR #scifiromance #excerpt #alienromance

I refused to be in the Bride Lottery—so now I’m a runaway bride.

Somehow, I knew my name was going to be drawn in the Bride Lottery—the hellish agreement that Earth’s leaders had made to sell us to the aliens who protected our planet.

I’d grown up with the propaganda. It was our civic duty. Men registered for the draft, women registered for the Bride Lottery.

No way in hell was I going to be handed over to some giant man to be brutalized into bearing his children.

Instead, I cut out my bio-tracker and walked away from everything.

I should have realized they’d send one of those hulking, brightly colored aliens to track me down and bring me back.

Never did I expect that he’d be devastatingly attractive. Or that we’d have to go on the run from the evil Horde trying to destroy both our planets.

Now that we’re together, can I ever run away again?

And could he really hand me over to the Bride Games to be taken by another warrior?

Because I think I might be falling in love…

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EXCERPT

My choice to run to Chicago had been impulsive and last-minute, so there shouldn’t be anything to lead them to me. Whoever they might be.

But as soon as I stepped off the bus, I knew exactly who they were.

They was an enormous, surprisingly gorgeous, hot-pink-skinned Khanavai male with dark hair and overly developed chest muscles—which I could tell because he was shirtless. Possibly because no one on Earth made shirts big enough to fit him.

Startled, I glanced down the rest of him. Apparently, we didn’t make pants big enough, either. He wore what we had all come to recognize as a traditional Khanavai warrior’s uniform. A kilt-like skirt with a belt and a cross strap made out of some kind of leather, decorated with various symbols of prowess in war.

That was another reason I hadn’t wanted to get involved with the Khanavai—they were too warlike. I had been to war zones when I traveled briefly with Doctors without Borders, and I’d seen what war did to people.

I was a healer, not a fighter. I did not want to be involved with anyone who wielded weapons. In fact, I wasn’t even willing to date police officers here on Earth.

No. If I were ever to get married—which I wouldn’t—I wanted someone gentle and kind.

I couldn’t have spent more than two seconds taking in his appearance. But I completely froze during those two seconds, and apparently, that was enough to catch his attention.

Even worse for me, it was enough to catch the attention of another set of multicolored aliens scattered around the station as if they were trying to blend in. Like that was possible, given their size and colorations.

All four of them began to converge on me, apparently tipped off by my reaction to them—which seemed odd, since I certainly wasn’t the only Greyhound passenger staring at the aliens in our midst.

For all I knew, the big pink guy—presumably their leader, given all of the pins and medals and other symbols he wore on his leather cross strap—gave them orders to capture me by any means necessary.

“Shit,” I muttered to myself, ducking into a women’s bathroom directly inside the entrance to the bus station building and hoping it would be enough to keep them from following me.

It wasn’t, of course.

Seconds later, I was surrounded by leering aliens in all the colors of the rainbow.

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Midnight’s Assassins by Margo Bond Collins #99c #ebook #preorder #urbanfantasy #kickassheroine #werewolf #giveaway #win

A monster-hunting assassin teams up with a reluctant werewolf to take down the organization that employed her—assuming they don’t kill her first.

Midnight is the poster child of The Organization.

Or she would be if anyone outside The Organization knew about it.

Ten years ago, The Organization plucked Ilsa Deverell out of the latest in a series of terrible foster homes, trained her up to become the perfect monster assassin, and gave her a code name. Ever since then, they’ve had Midnight’s complete loyalty.

Until now.

Faced with an assignment she can’t bring herself to complete, Midnight begins to question The Organization’s goals and motives—and her own role in fulfilling them.

But no one leaves The Organization. Especially not their best monster-hunting assassin.

In order to go up against the very people who trained her, she must reach out to the monsters she’s spent years hunting.

Eventually, she will have to face the monster she’s become. Assuming she survives the assassins her former employer sends after her.

For now, she’s in a race to uncover the one magical item that can take down The Organization—and she’s running out of time.

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Tiny and Fierce #excerpt #reverseharem #scifi #alienromance #MFRWHooks

Welcome to this week’s Book Hooks blog hop, sponsored by Marketing for Romance Writers! For my part of the hop, I’m sharing an excerpt from Tiny and Fierce: Her Alien Crew Book 1. Check it out below, then follow the link to the rest of the hop for some great romance books!

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In a galaxy where humans are considered the least of all races, she’ll build a crew that adores her strength and style.

When Lise Klein took over her family’s deep-space salvage company, she never expected to stumble through a wormhole into a whole other galaxy full of strange alien races ruled by a cruel empress.

She learns she’s not the first human to wind up there—but the others were captured and sold as slaves. She’ll have to fight to survive.

All she wants is to find a way home. But when she takes on a crew of alien conmen, she finds something truly worth fighting for.

Now, to stay alive, they may have to free the entire system. Luckily for all of them, Lise may be little, but she’s tough.

Her Alien Crew is a slow-burn sci fi reverse harem romance featuring a fae prince with a giant ego and a smart mouth, an insectoid Chilchek warrior with a sensitive soul, and a mysterious, brooding fighter with the wings of a dragonfly—plus an illegally enhanced AI ship captained by one tiny human with room enough in her heart for them all.

Fans of Ruby Dixon, Anna Zaires, and Rebecca Royce will love this hot new whychoose sci-fi romance.

EXCERPT

“You’re a cheat and a liar!”

I didn’t turn to find the source of the voice. It had nothing to do with me.

After a heartbeat, I realized the translation running from The Bluebird to the communication device implanted behind my ear didn’t come with its usual delay.

“Way to go, Blue,” I whispered. “You’re getting better at this.”

My ship’s AI snorted in my ear. “I didn’t translate that.”

Frowning, I spun around on my too-tall barstool, designed for creatures much larger than any human. In the corner of the spaceport bar, a Chilchek warrior unfolded himself to his full height—easily seven feet, not counting his pincer horns. Those added at least another three feet to his height.

Even in the dim lighting preferred by most of the bar’s patrons, the royal blue of the Chilchek’s chitinous body gleamed, the color a sure sign that he was male. The facets of his eyes twirled in shades of blue and green. He lifted all four of the legs—arms?—attached to his thorax and pointed them at the man he was facing off against.

Man. As in human male.

I gasped, my eyes widening. No wonder Blue hadn’t had to translate his speech.

A series of clicks and snaps came from the mandibles around the Chilcheck’s mouth. A heartbeat later, Blue’s translation came through. You dare dishonor my colony name? I will squash you like the tiny bug you are.

Bug? That was a bit rich, coming from a Chilchek. I bit down on a giggle and leaned in closer to watch the drama unfolding before me.

The Chilchek leaned forward over the table, looming over the man, who glanced around nervously before taking a step back, giving me a clear look at his face.

And oh, my hot, heavenly stars, he was gorgeous.

Not just because he was the first human I’d seen in months and months.

No, he was flat-out handsome. Dark hair, wide luminous eyes, full lips, high cheekbones.

Quit it, Lise, I scolded myself. No matter how long I’d been stuck here, I wasn’t in this freakshow of an alien bar looking to get laid. I needed a crew.

The Chilchek dropped all four forelegs onto the table, scattering the cards and currency that presumably made up the game they had been playing moments before.

Taking another step back, the human finally replied, raising his own arms as if to ward off the alien warrior. “Fine. If you say you weren’t cheating, then there’s no problem. I don’t want any trouble.”

Most of the players had pulled back from the table and were now, along with the rest of the bar’s patrons, focused on the confrontation.

Any second now, one of the two combatants would lunge for the other and the whole place would erupt in fighting. Time to get out.

I tossed some coins on the table to pay for my drink—Blue had translated its name as a Galactic Blaster—and dropped off the stool to stand on the sticky metal floor beneath. But as I turned to leave, I noticed one of the players step in closer to the table. This one looked more human than not, but built on a bigger scale. And with beautiful, multicolored metal wings on his back. He wore an eyepatch over one eye. With his single good eye, he shot a glance at the human, who gave an almost imperceptible nod.

What was going on here?

With an audible screech of his mandibles, the Chilchek scuttled across the table, employing all six of his appendages as legs, his pincer horns snapping closed inches from the man’s face.

Cursing, the human picked up a nearby chair and swung it toward the Chilchek.

The rest of the bar exploded, everyone drunk and itching for a fight.

The butterfly guy, though, took advantage of the distraction and swept all the currency off the table and into a bag.

Another alien staggered back from a blow someone had landed on its face and bumped into me, almost sitting in my lap. I pushed it off me and focused on the two who had started this bar brawl. They were still lunging, but neither had made contact.

This was a setup. They planned it all.

Without stopping to second-guess myself, I ducked and wove through the reeling crowd until I reached the back-entrance butterfly guy had slipped out through.

If my guess was right, I might have just found the crew I’d been looking for.

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Tiny and Fierce by Margo Bond Collins and Eli Constant #NewRelease #reverseharem #alienromance #sfr

Tiny and Fierce releases Monday, October 5!

When Lise Klein took over her family’s deep-space salvage company, she never expected to stumble through a wormhole into a whole other galaxy full of strange alien races ruled by a cruel empress.

She learns she’s not the first human to wind up there—but the others were captured and sold as slaves. She’ll have to fight to survive.

All she wants is to find a way home. But when she takes on a crew of alien conmen, she finds something truly worth fighting for.

Now, to stay alive, they may have to free the entire system. Luckily for all of them, Lise may be little, but she’s tough.

Her Alien Crew is a slow-burn sci fi reverse harem romance featuring a fae prince with a giant ego and a smart mouth, an insectoid Chilchek warrior with a sensitive soul, and a mysterious, brooding fighter with the wings of a dragonfly—plus an illegally enhanced AI ship captained by one tiny human with room enough in her heart for them all.

Fans of Ruby Dixon, Anna Zaires, and Rebecca Royce will love this hot new whychoose sci-fi romance .

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