I thought I'd switch up a little today. I'm happily between cover art and the writing cave at the moment. I'm currently working on a couple of Sci-fi romances in the world of Prince's Courtesan.
The first is called Harem Mistress and picks up with Colonel Jareth Nikolai and the Prince's Harem Mistress, Keliana. Just to whet your appetite, here's a little snippet from the scene I'm working on at the moment. (Warning: This is the story in it's wild format. No editor has been near it!)
A young woman reclined on a low couch in front of one such window, dangling a string for a small kitten to play with. The Imperial Princess Jaida, Sethan’s wife of less than a few months, was a lovely woman. Slender and graceful, she was as kind and loving as she was beautiful.
She also had a mean streak a mile wide, and more than enough life experience after spending five years on the run to kick any man’s ass, her husband included. In fact, she had kicked Seth’s ass when Jareth had run them both through close protection and self defence training. A memory Jareth was incredibly fond of and reminded the prince of on a regular basis.
She looked up and a broad smile spread over her face. “Jareth! I didn’t think you were back yet. Honey,” she called out through the open doorway on the other side of the room. “Get some clothes on, Jareth’s here.”
She looked back at Jareth, her eyes twinkling with amusement and held up the scrap of fur on her lap. The kitten responded by fixing Jareth with a glare, hissing as it swiped at the air with tiny claws.
“He said something Mr.Tygar didn’t agree with. So Mr.T expressed his displeasure in a very fundamental way.”
“Huh?” Jareth was used to women not making sense, and had long since given up even trying to work out what Jaida meant half the time.
“It pissed on me.” Sethan groused, emerging in the doorway naked to the waist with a shirt in his hand. “Imperial Prince of lady knows how many planets and systems…and I got pissed on.”
Jareth shrugged. “Life’s a bitch.”
The prince grinned as he shrugged his shirt on. “Yeah, and then you marr…”
“Sethan Kai Renza, you finish that sentence and you’ll be sleeping on the couch tonight!”