One of my favorite heroines from the Clans of Kalquor series has stuck mostly in the background of the first two books, Alien Embrace and Alien Rule. I always thought Israla, leader of Plasius, deserved her own story. She finally gets it.
Bold and commanding, Israla likes things on her own terms. She chooses young, inexperienced men to find pleasure with ... and there's nothing wrong with that! But when Colonel Tyler Carter comes to negotiate the fates of some Earther criminals, she finds herself wondering what a man seasoned with a little more age might do for her:
Everything about the man entranced her. His exuberant masculinity, not as overwhelming as a Kalquorian’s but much more evident than the thin wispiness of her own kind, had Israla wanting to press her body against his. She wanted to wallow in his very male scent, its muskiness as intoxicating as the leshella she’d drunk. It made her wonder how Tyler would taste.
He was laughing at something she’d said, the gravelly sound rolling pleasantly over her, when the Saucin’s well-documented control disappeared. She seized his food tray, still half uneaten, and tossed it uncaring to the nearby table where it clattered, sending bits of food across the surface. Before Tyler could react, Israla clambered onto his lap, straddling his thick thighs with her willowy ones.
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