CLAIMED is the third book in the best selling Sci-fi/Futuristic/Ménage erotic
romance series, set in the year 3013!
book is very special to me since I fell in love with Commanders Jax Spartan and
Sullivan Archer while I wrote 3013: MATED. I knew I wanted them to have a woman
who could hold her own against them, and Serra Lysander is strong enough to do
characters that are flawed, who bring their own issues into a relationship
because it makes them real. With that said, I’d like to think everyone can
relate to the characters in my story, despite the fantastical settings of the 3013
world. Whatever happened in the past or how many obstacles life throws in
anyone’s path, everyone deserves love and a chance to find their own happily ever after. Just as I was able
to give Jax, Archer and Serra their happy ending, I wish that for all of you.
Happy reading, and thank you for joining me on a journey into the future…
As one of Earth’s greatest leaders, Commander
Jax Spartan lives his life by a strict code. Dedicated and alpha to the core,
he is the epitome of what every Elite solider aspires to be. Second-in-command
Sullivan Archer rules by his best friend’s side, and together they form an unstoppable
force that few are foolish enough to challenge. Jax and Archer have always
known they’d share their chosen, but their hearts have already been claimed by
the woman they’ve vowed will belong to them.
Alliance scientist Serra Lysander is a genius
who has kept the planet safe with her inventions. She’s lived a sheltered life,
separated from society by her brilliant mind and her overprotective mother. The
only time Serra has truly ever felt accepted is with the two men that will cost
When danger leads Serra straight into the arms
of Jax and Archer, they will do anything to keep her safe, even claiming her
despite the fact she is off limits. With the future of the Alliance on the
line, will their love and dedication be enough to save them, or will they be
too late to stop the growing threat from destroying them all?
Regent Spartan’s eyes narrowed.
“Who have you called in?”
“Director Stryker and
With a satisfied nod, Regent
Spartan said, “They are the best. If she’s innocent, they’ll clear her. The
information we have is that the sale for the new stealth technology is set to
be held on New Vega in a few weeks. Serra Lysander is booked on a private
shuttle for New Vega before the deadline. That is highly suspicious. Even you
have to admit that.”
“And why is she back on Earth
now?” Regent Marks asked. “She hardly ever comes back on planet, so why has she
decided to come check out the drones we’re testing the stealth tech on? We
aren’t set to add it to the fleet for another three months, so why is she here
now? She arrived here in the Capital. If she is here to examine her creation,
why didn’t she arrive in Light City where the testing site is? We need to know
what the hell she is trying to hide!”
Jax stared at the regents,
knowing the older men saw the hard edge that gleamed from his own eyes.
“Archer,” he snapped.
Knowing what Jax was asking
for, Archer stepped forward. “Serra Lysander comes back to Earth every year for
a two week period this time a year so she can attend the Freedom Day Gala.
She’d never fly into Light City unless she has to, because that is where her
fathers are stationed. Since they’re more interested in spending their free
time with their mistress instead of seeing their daughter, Serra doesn’t bother
with them. Tania Lysander-Dobbs is sure to stay clear of Earth if Serra is
going to be anywhere near her fathers.”
“Why would Serra have handed
the technology over to the Alliance if she just wanted to sell it?” Jax asked.
“If you’ve looked at her accounts, you know she doesn’t care about credits. She
hardly spends anything, and has more than she could spend in a lifetime
anyways. All her time is focused on work.”
“Still, that doesn’t explain
about the timing of the sale,” Regent Marks argued.
Jax turned to glare at the
regent. “It’s not her, and you’re wasting time thinking it is.”
Regent Spartan sighed. “Jax, we
are doing what we have to in order to protect the Alliance. Hell, to protect
Earth. This new stealth program Serra has created far surpasses everything we
have to date. Christ, even our systems can’t pick it up on scans. Can you
imagine what would happen if one of our enemies had that tech? They could get
within range to destroy our shields before we even knew they were there. There
is too much at stake for us to simply let her go because you believe her.”
“Our people are working on a
system to detect the stealth mode, but they’ve hit a wall and can’t figure out
how to do it.” The irritation in Regent Mark’s voice was clear. “We have to
figure out who is selling our tech and track the buyer so we can shut it down
from that end. We need information, and that woman is the key!”
The grin that crossed Archer’s
face was anything but amused. His amber eyes had a dangerous gleam to them that
warned everyone in the room that he wasn’t a man to cross. “We’ll figure out
who is behind this. Believe me.” He jerked his head toward the door. “Jax.”
Jax nodded then pulled the door
open, striding out into the hallway. The two regents scurried out of the room
after them, their protests falling on deaf ears. Jax simply glared at the
soldier standing guard in front of the closed door to the interrogation room
and watched with satisfaction as the poor man shifted to the side with a hunch
of his shoulders as if trying to escape notice.
“Jax! Stop ignoring me. You
can’t go in there,” his father growled.
“Damn it, have some sense! You
have no authority in this!”
“Oh, but I will. Anything that
has to do with Serra is our business, and therefore gives us the authority to
act on her behalf.” Jax’s smile was feral. “She belongs to us. Consider her
Serra sucked in a harsh breath
as she admired his strong, beautiful body. He was like sculpted marble, all
hard muscle and sinew covered with golden flesh. She loved the hard contours of
his body, and the large cock that jutted out proudly from between his thighs.
She was fascinated by the
differences between their bodies, and wanted to look at him, up close and
personal. He reminded her of a large jungle cat, and she was mesmerized by the
way his muscles moved as he stalked forward. Lust mixed with curiosity when he
sat down right in front of her. She drank him in, studying the rigid shaft that
had filled and risen so it slapped against his hard abs.
Positioning herself between his
legs, she hesitated before she set her hands down on his hard thighs. The solid
muscle beneath her fingers flexed as she slid her hands up slowly. Tearing her
gaze away from his straining flesh, she looked up into his eyes, needing to ask
him for what she wanted. As if he knew she was holding back, he frowned at her.
“What do you want, Serra? Ask
me and it’s yours.”
“I…I want to study you. Is that
“Go ahead, baby. But I have to
warn you, I’m already riding the edge. It won’t take much to push me over. I
want you too much, and having you stare at my dick isn’t helping.”
She looked back down at his
hard flesh and saw his shaft jerk under her gaze. “It seems to like the
attention,” she murmured.
He choked back a laugh. “You
are going to be the death of me, woman.”
She glanced back up at him and
smiled, knowing he could see the emotions swirling in her eyes. “No, Jax. I’m
going to be your life, as you will be mine.”
“Serra,” Jax growled low in his
throat. “Finish your inspection before I take you right here on the damn
Hearing the strain in his
voice, she decided to stop stalling and get on with her experiment. She knew he
was holding onto his control by a thin thread from the tension all but
radiating from him. Looking at him like this was an experience unlike any other
she’d ever had. She wasn’t just a scientist studying a subject. She was a woman
learning her lover’s body.
Serra had often heard other
women talking about their sex partners. She’d heard men’s penises often
described as being odd looking, or even strange and ugly. Now, seeing Jax with
her own eyes, Serra knew they were wrong.
Jax was beautiful…every single
inch of him.
His hard cock was large and
thick, with heavy veins pulsing under the skin of the shaft. The mushroomed
head looked soft, almost supple, and she was utterly enthralled as a drop of
liquid appeared at the tip from the tiny hole at the end. Pre-cum. She knew
what it was, but had never seen it before.
And she wanted to taste
Jax leaned back on his hands,
letting his head fall back as he let her do her thing. It was a kind of
torture. To sit there patiently and let her study him, when all he wanted to do
was throw her on the ground and pound himself into her until he got rid of the
damn hard-on he’d been packing for days. He knew about her need to understand
everything around her, and he struggled to give her that. Jax not only wanted
her to be comfortable with his body, he also wanted her to be able to ask him
for anything she needed.
It had been difficult for him
to leave her earlier, allowing her time with Archer so she wouldn’t feel
overwhelmed or unsure about their commitment to caring for her. He’d seen too
many other bonding units run into issues if both men claimed a woman together
the first time they introduced her to the pleasures they could give her, and he
didn’t want that for Serra. Stepping back had been hard as hell, but he hadn’t
been lying when he said he would do anything for her.
Shit, he’d kill for her…waiting
a few hours to fuck the hell out of her wasn’t even in his top ten list of
difficult tasks he’d do for her. He let his mind drift as he closed his eyes,
trying to relax, but they popped back open as he let out a hoarse shout when he
felt her tongue lap at the pre-cum dripping from the head of his cock.
Holy galactic sonic boom, she
really was trying to fucking kill him!
Serra hummed in her throat as
the taste of him exploded on her tongue. His flavor was rich, almost earthy,
salty with a hint of sweetness she hadn’t expected. She was encouraged by his
throaty growl, and engulfed the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking
lightly on the spongy head as she swirled her tongue around it to collect
another pulse of pre-cum.
“Sweet God, baby! Fuck, that’s
good. Suck it. Suck my cock for me.”
Laurie Roma lives in
Chicago and mainly writes contemporary, romantic suspense, and sci-fi romance. She has always loved immersing herself in a good book and now enjoys
the pleasure of creating her own. She can usually be found tapping away on her
keyboard, creating worlds for her characters while she listens to music. Of
course her playlist depends on her mood…but then again, so does her writing.
An avid reader of the romance genre, nothing bothers
her more than annoying characters. Seriously, who wants a happy ending for
someone that pisses you off? She loves tough alpha-male heroes and strong
heroines that have brains as well as beauty. Her novels are filled with both
passionate romance and down and dirty lust-driven interludes, as she believes
both are essential to a good love story. She loves to hear from her readers and
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weekend I actually got away from the computer and went outside. Yep,outside,
where the big flaming ball of fire in the sky could beat directly down on my
pasty white skin. If it weren’t for sunscreen, I might have been incinerated…
I actually have this on a t-shirt ....
thing about being a writer is that we tend to live inside our heads. After all,
that’s where the stories are, not to mention that when a story is working and
the story is flowing, it provides a high as potent as any drug. Between my full
time job and the writing, I can forget the outside world exists for the most
part, and that’s not a good thing. The
winter “blech” was hard to shake this year, and it affected everything from my
diet to my writing.
I took the weekend off** from writing. I caught up on some television, read a
book, walked in the sun, and even saw a movie with friends. I feel like the
last of the winter blues has finally slipped away, leaving me recharged and
ready to dive into the fray again. Fresh veggies in the diet, fresh word
document open and waiting for me to start writing, and I caught myself singing
in the shower this morning.
I’m back! (still off-key, but back.)
did the long winter affect you, and what are you doing to get your groove back
now that the sun is coming back?
in this case means I only wrote a few hundred words, finalized details on 3013:
STOWAWAY, proof read a fellow author’s next release and stalked my inbox
waiting for an acceptance/rejection letter from Evernight for Wilde Edge.
Tessa Banks is a cat burglar, in more than
once sense of the word. A leopard shifter with a talent for taking what doesn’t
belong to her, she braves the wintery cold of a RockyMountain
resort town in a quest for vengeance.
Reformed thief and tiger shifter, Doyle
Frost, uses his unique talents to steal from the bad guys instead of for them.
Known as one of the best, a simple retrieval for a client should’ve been easy,
but in the game of chance, things hardly ever go according to plan.
Plans go off the rails when the two thieves
discover that Fate has a twisted sense of timing. Will they be able to keep
their hands off each other and stay out of trouble long enough to pull off the
heist, or will one of them be left to take the fall while the other takes the
Here's the official excerpt for Tiger Trap - Finders Keepers #1
The first whiff
of her scent hit him as he left the treeline. Doyle’s stride lengthened, going
from an effortless lope to a sprint as he chased that elusive fragrance right
up to the door of the estate.
Of all the times
to find his mate, it had to be now? Doyle raised his muzzle to the falling snow
and snarled in frustration. Somewhere in that house was his mate, and the Monet
he’d been sent to retrieve. For the first time in his career, Doyle was going
off target. Nothing would stop him from finding his mate. Nothing, and no one.
He wanted to
charge in, to seek her out and claim her. His mate’s scent was rich,
tantalizing enough to cloud his human mind and allow his tiger to dominate. It
was only by sheer will that he reined the beast in, reminding it that there
were still security measures in place. He had to speak to the wolves, get them
to deactivate the barriers so he could find his mate.
He shifted to
human and the bitter chill helped him focus. Made him more human, but even then
Doyle could feel the beast pacing just beneath the surface of his mind. In this
form his sense of smell was lessened, but he could still taste her perfume
lingering on the air. His cock surged to life despite the cold, hard enough he
could have battered the door with it. Not that he needed to. Someone had left
the goddamned door open. Doyle tore open the pack, the biting cold numbing his
fingers and slowing him down as he fumbled for the Bluetooth style earpiece. He
got it into his ear at last and flicked it on with a shaking hand.
Deactivate everything, right fucking now!” he snarled, the tiger coming through
in every word he uttered. His mate’s scent was everywhere. He needed to find
her. Fuck her. Claim her for his own.
dude. We’re on it,” one of them replied, he couldn’t tell which one.
understand. My mate. She’s here. Now. I have to find her.” Doyle was hauling
clothing out of the pack as he spoke, dressing as quickly as he could in the
black jogging pants and T-shirt that he found inside.
“Holy fuck. Did
you say your mate is there?”
“Did I stutter,
pup? She’s here. Now get me the fuck inside.”
“Uh, yeah. About
that. Someone’s already deactivated the sensors from the main panel.”
Fuck. So either
his mate was another thief, or she was involved with the owner. After more than
a hundred years, the gods had picked a hell of a day to go screwing with not
only his sex life, but his career. He stamped his feet into the cheap shoes
he’d found at the bottom of the bag and sprinted into the house. His mate’s
scent was stronger here, saturating the air and showing him the way.
Doyle took the
stairs two at a time, then three, ignoring the twins’ questions as he tore
through the ornately decorated house. He hit the landing at the top of the
stairs and followed the alluring fragrance of his woman down the long corridor,
fighting to keep his tiger in check with every step he took. He wanted to know
her name and her taste. What she would sound like when she laughed? When she
cried out his name in pleasure? He wanted to know everything about the woman
he’d never expected to find. Above all else, though, he wanted to feel her body
beneath his as he took her and claimed her for his own.
he passed the doorway to what his intel indicated would be the main display
area for Christophe Heinz’s collection of stolen goods. Normally, Doyle would
have paused to reflect on the beauty all around him, but not this time. This
time he only had eyes for the captivating creature who was staring at him from
the far side of the room.
she was gorgeous. Petite and curvy, with a tumbling mane of golden blonde hair
that framed her face and set off the startling green of her eyes. Eyes that
were currently wide with shock.
The word bounced
around the inside of his skull as lust seared his veins. He snarled, baring his
fangs. She curled her lip in answer, her eyes widening as her nostrils flared
and understanding dawned in those beautiful eyes. “No!”
wasn’t a word Doyle heard very often.
mate hurriedly crammed something into a bag and set it down by her feet. A
quick scan of the walls showed him exactly what was in the bag, one of a series
of paintings of water lilies. His mate was a thief, and she was stealing the
same damned thing he was here to retrieve.
As far as he was
concerned, there was only one possible explanation for this state of affairs.
Fate was a fickle bitch with a wicked sense of humor.
“My name is
Doyle Frost, and I believe you have two things that belong to me, love.” His
brogue was back, proof that his control was slipping, badly.
“And what might
that be?” she asked, her voice somehow managing to be both sensual and full of
challenge at the same time.
“Well, for one
thing, that’s my client’s painting you have in your bag. I’ll be having it
back, if you don’t mind.”
darkened and she shook her head in denial. “It’s mine. You can’t have it. Not
the painting, and not anything else you might be thinking to claim.”
“Is that so?” he
challenged and prowled across the room, doing his best to ignore the steel rod
that had replaced his cock and the demanding roar of his tiger who wanted
nothing but to take what was his.
She held her
ground until he was only two feet in front of her, but then her gaze lowered to
his very obvious erection and she took a step back. “No.”
“You keep saying
that word as if it’s going to change anything, my beauty. It won’t.” He lunged
for her, grabbing her and hauling her roughly into his arms. He couldn’t wait
any longer. “You’re mine.”