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Spaceport: Highest Bidder – The Book Trailer!

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on June 25, 2008 by Lexxie Couper

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Spaceport: Highest Bidder AVAILABLE NOW!!!

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on May 1, 2008 by Lexxie Couper

It’s here! Available now! My entry into the Changeling Press Spaceport series, Highest Bidder.

Here’s a snippet to whet your appetite…

Spaceport: Highest Bidder
Lexxie Couper
All rights reserved.
Copyright 2008 Lexxie Couper

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God, she didn’t want to get married.

Naya Kistara stared out at the congregation, ignoring the enrapt expressions on the faces of the massing hundreds. Was it too late to take off? To steal a ship and disappear into Allied Planet space?

Reverent hands lifted her ceremonial robes from her shoulders and she let out a wry sigh. Definitely too late.

The cool air of the temple kissed her flushed, naked body, rippling her scented flesh into a mass of tiny bumps. She resisted the urge to run her palms up and down her bronze-dusted arms. She might be cold, but any moment now, the Sub-Priests would begin their mellifluous chants, the door to the temple would open and in would walk her future husband. Gloriously unclothed. Proudly aroused. Ready to take her prized virginity there and then on the Altar of K’Ryst.

What he first laid eyes on could greatly influence what she’d become after the ceremony.

Saving the people of Old Earth — her people — from annihilation was all very well and good, but she didn’t want to become a sniveling wimp in the process. If her husband saw a woman with dignity, spirit and strength, perhaps that’s what he’d think of — lust for — during the “Joining.”

Suppressing another sigh, Naya lifted her chin. She could only hope.

A commotion outside, like the smashing of a thousand panes of ancient Earth crystal, suddenly shattered the worshipful silence of the temple. A high-pitched wail came from outside, piercing and terrified, only to be whipped away and silenced by the roaring wind. Around her, the congregation began to shuffle, shooting glances at each other. Nervous.

Naya frowned. She’d yet to meet her future husband, but surely he didn’t require destruction to announce his arrival?

There was another wail from outside — louder and torn with agony — and as one the congregation gasped. Naya’s eyes widened. God save her, what kind of man was she to —

A shattering boom rocked the hushed temple, showering the Joining congregation with disturbed marble dust, rat shit and bird lice from the ceiling. Naya flinched, raising her arm to shield her eyes. Fine particles of grit fell on her shoulders, in her hair, and she brushed at her flesh, smudging the iridescent bronze dust coating her body. A swift intake of breath to her left made her start, and she turned her head, frowning at the attendant standing beside her. The man gazed at the strip of newly exposed flesh on her shoulder, and Naya couldn’t miss the sight of his pulse suddenly hammering in his neck.

Deviant!” the High Priest snapped, barging between Naya and the gaping attendant. “Do not look upon the reiphia’s flesh!”

Naya started, giving the scowling High Priest a stunned look. He looked her in the eye for a split second and his face filled with heat before he turned away, stepping past the altar and raising his arms. “Do not be concerned.” His deep voice boomed throughout the cavernous room, bounced off the grimy walls. “All is well. The Joining will –”

With a sudden eruption of splinters, the Great Doors burst open. Naya squealed, ducking as flying debris flew all around her.

For a still second nothing happened, and then an icy Earth wind gusted through the gaping hole, lashing at her naked, vulnerable body, pinching her deeply bronzed nipples into rock-hard nubs of flesh.

Naya didn’t take any notice.

Because right at the very moment, ten massive men covered in armor and furs stormed into the temple. Ten men with intricately scarred faces and wicked weapons.

Ten men looking at her.

Naya’s heart leapt into her throat. Mentuan slavers. Mentuan sex-slavers.

By the Old God, she was in trouble.

An Update, A Thank You and A Possum

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on April 28, 2008 by Lexxie Couper

Yes, I’ve been MIA. I’m very sorry ’bout that. Anyone miss me?

What’s been going on? Well, Chickpea has been quite ill. She has been diagnosed with chronic asthma which in itself is worrying, but on top of that diagnosis, she caught a bronchial infection. She is on the mend now, but still requires quite a lot of my time… much to Peanut’s dismay. She has also decided she likes being cuddled all through the night and we are now trying to convince her that she has to sleep in her cot again. This is proving to be quite difficult. Despite being sick, she is trying to crawl. To this end, she is faceplanting herself around the house, bum up in the air. It’s rather cute to see, especially when she does it mid-nappy change.

So, what else is going on?

I received my newest cover today from the very talented Zuri. What do you think? It’s for my next release, available next Friday, called Spaceport: Highest Bidder.

Here’s the blurb –

Ezelain Dream-Invader Dreylan Tarq was once the IAC’s most decorated Peace-Keeper —

until he found his wife in his boss’s arms and his boss’s hands on his wife’s ass. Dreylan’s world changed and now he works only for himself — or for whoever’s brave enough to pay him the chits.

Sent to Spaceport Adana by the one man he despises the most, Dreylan must buy the Terran slave, Naya

Kistara, whatever the cost. Naya is a reiphia, a rare and valuable empathic mesomorph who permanently and irreversibly becomes her first sexual partner’s ideal mate in every way. She is also Old Earth’s only hope of becoming a member of the Interplanetary Alliance Council. Without her, the planet’s vulnerable, neglected people will surely perish.

What Dreylan finds on ’Port Adana, however, is not just a virgin being sold into slavery, but a woman of fire and passion and strength. A woman who stirs his body like no other. A woman with a secret.

Revenge is powerful motivator. But then, so is desire.

Dreylan is a very intriguing character. Probably the most dangerous I’ve created, in fact. The ability to invade dreams and control them make for a very powerful weapon and Dreylan wields that weapon with a deadly skill. He is also the most tormented hero I’ve created. When a tormented deadly hero meets a damsel in distress – a damsel he somehow knows despite having never met her… well, suffice to say, Highest Bidder isn’t a light and fluffy read, but boy, does the sex sizzle!

I’m currently working on an paranormal/horror romance originally called Shadow Whispers. Shadow Whispers tells the story of a Sydney journalist, Tallara – Lara – Darcy who moves to a quirky and somewhat menacing outback town called Kangaroo Creek. Shadow Whispers was originally released as a novella by Changeling Press, but I am reworking it into the full-length novel I always wanted it to be. I’m having lots of fun for a couple of reasons – one, I’m really getting to know the characters better, and two, I’m really, really upping the creep factor. Yes, this one is gonna be scary. Wanna snippet?

She raised the photo of she and Adrien from her lap, refusing to look at it. Its existence defied explanation. It shouldn’t be here. It shouldn’t be anywhere. Withdrawing the cigarette lighter from her pocket she’d found in the kitchen drawer on moving in, she lifted it to the photo’s corner. After she set it alight, it –
A whisper came from her bedroom.
Indistinct. Someone saying…
Blood feeling thick in her veins, Lara rose to her feet. She folded the photo and shoved it into her back pocket again, feeling its stiffness pressing to her butt cheek through the denim. Peering down the hall, she strained to detect what she thought she’d heard before.
And what was that, Darcy? Your name? Again? How many times do you think you’ve heard it since moving here? You’re losing your mind.
Grinding her teeth, she walked down the hall into her bedroom.

I’m delivering the finished mss to my Samhain editor (Hi, Heidi *waves*) mid May after which I will continue work on Death, The Vamp and His Brother with the aim to get it to Heidi by the beginning of October. Shall keep you all posted 🙂

Ellora’s Cave are still considering a mss I submitted to them way back in Feb. I’m keeping my fingers crossed on this one. If you don’t suffer arthritis I’d love you to cross your fingers too. I’m hoping to hear any day so now that Chickpea is kinda giving me more time, I’m checking my email constantly.

I’ve received heaps of reviews for Savage Retribution and Shifting Lust – The Collection in the last few weeks, so I’ll blog about those in the next few days. Shifting Lust – The Collection received FIVE Angels from FAR. FIVE!! Wow!!

What else? I watched a great movie the other day which really made me laugh – Run, Fatboy, Run. It stars Simon Pegg, from Hot Fuzz and Shaun of the Dead and is a wonderful, understated rom-com that I highly recommend. Oh, and the newest season of Dr Who has started on the BBC and thanks to the power of the internet, I’ve been drooling over new David Tennant….. isn’t he yummy!

Oh, and we have a possum! A possum has decided to make our back balcony its home at night. Its a bushtail possum and he/she comes around 8pm every night. It started eating the wild bird seed bell and has moved on to apples and bread and bikkies and whatever else we put out there for him/her.

So, that’s it for the moment. I want to say a very grateful thank you to everyone who sent me wishes for Chickpea’s health. They made me smile and feel warm when the days were long and Chickpea was at her worst. Thank you all so very very much.

Until the review onslaught…