Claimed: A ‘Nectar for the Gods’ Novella

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Dreams fill her nights. Nightmares fill her days.

Keelie Johnson was pulled through a rift in space and time to satisfy the addiction of Anterrin males to the nectar a human woman makes between her thighs. Then she’s sold to a tentacled alien who takes her away from the only place with a door back to Earth.

Siridin Sens is on the run, banished from his home after killing his brother’s murderer. Coming across a wrecked space ship with a lone survivor—a human nectar slave—is a complication he didn’t need. She’s disobedient, and when she starts telling stories of hearing a ghost he vows to get rid of her as soon as he can.

But for two people who have already lost everything, the universe seems to have other plans.

An HEA novella with themes of menage, capture, explicit sex, and the spanking of naughty slaves.

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Format

Audio, EPUB (for NON-KINDLE users), MOBI (FOR KINDLE USERS), Paperback

Word Count

20,500

Page Count

79 pages

Publication Date

May 26, 2018

Publisher

Sophie Kisker

Language

English

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For years I wrote and hid capture fantasies and stories of unequal power exchange in the computer, convinced that no one would be interested in the twisted musings of my mind.  When the internet finally showed me that there were others who shared the same dark desires I’d hidden, I decided to come out of the closet.

My men are strong, even when love makes them tender. My women are fierce and independent and will not surrender until they are respected. My stories are about negotiating the often-dark dance of dominance and submission between the two. In the end, though, he always claims her heart.

Right now, I split my time between being mother, wife, overworked employee, and slave to the cat. Most evenings will find me hiding in my office cave to write, where I only care about my internet signal and the strength of my coffee.