Perhaps I’m dating myself, but there was a time when vampires and werewolves were things to be feared. There was no Team Edward or Team Jacob. There were no humans having incredible sex with the living dead or stinky dogs; humans ran in fear of these mythical creatures. They didn’t clamor to get in between the sheets with them!
Let’s face it: romance is all about escaping, whether it be to a different time or place, or indulging in fantasies of being special enough that a super hot mythical creature would take interest in you, swoop you up from your mundane life to love, worship and cherish you. Maybe even give you a little nip on the neck.
What is the first thing that comes to your mind when you think of aliens? Most likely it is the creatures from the movies Alien, or E.T. or the guy they supposedly caught in Roswell with the huge black eyes, big head, and long, skinny body.
It doesn’t exactly make a girl want to jump in between the sheets with one!
My aliens are beautiful creatures in their natural form. Their bodies consist of swirling smoke, each with their own distinct color. In their human form they are also nice on the eyes: big, hard strong bodies, good looking, intelligent and all have some alpha in them, although some more than others. In fact, it is impossible to tell that they are anything but human, except when the sun goes down and their eyes begin to glow their alien color.
Their stories are very human. They are alpha males in human bodies, yet they all have their vulnerabilities and insecurities. And when they find the human women they love, they worship and cherish them.
So if women can swoon over a stinky dog/human hybrid, or one of the many versions of vampires out there, I think there is room for some hottie aliens. Don’t you? 🙂
Growing up in a small Northern Arizona town, Faith Cloudfoot’s life was spent playing in the forests surrounding her house under the protective eyes of her father, and learning about the legends of her Native American heritage.
Yearning for more out of her life, she moves to Phoenix, Arizona at the age of twenty-three where she is kidnapped and almost killed.
Rayner has a special ability, one that weighs on him like a curse. He can see spirits trapped in between life and their final resting place. Because he can’t do much to help them, he studiously ignores them. He concentrates, instead, on working with his fellow warriors to right the wrongs caused by the evil criminals from his home planet.
When Rayner sees Faith in her spirit form while investigating a lead in Phoenix, his attraction to her is immediate, yet he follows his own personal code and ignores her cry for attention. When he realizes that she may be a stepping stone to getting him home to his own universe, he engages Faith and begins to use her as a means to an end: going home.
As the attraction grows stronger, Rayner finds himself breaking all sorts of self-set rules, as well as the code of ethics set by him and his fellow warriors. When Faith nears death, Rayner realizes that he must do everything in his power to save her, because if he doesn’t, he may just lose himself.
Carly Fall lives in Arizona with her incredibly supportive husband, their son and their dog.
She enjoys the weather in Arizona, and when she isn’t writing, you can find her spending time with her family, or lazily floating in the pool.
Carly has spent twenty years writing business materials, and Shackled to the Night was her first foray into fiction.
For more information on upcoming books as well as freebies and giveaways, visit her website at www.CarlyFall.com