~Rowena Cherry~ Where heroines get more than they bargain for (when they take an alien to bed)
Once called a cow by HRH Prince Phillip, Rowena Cherry is a self-described lifelong lurker and fact magpie.
Rowena’s youth was spent on the tiny British island of Guernsey: a mystical, idyllic setting with its prehistoric earth-goddess statues, Tudor Martello towers, underground gun emplacements, and legends of faery men.
A school chess champion and winner of the Duke of Edinburgh’s Gold Award, Rowena went to ancient Cambridge University for her four-year combined honors degree in English and Education, after which she taught at an exclusive boarding school in Dorset.
In school vacations, she spent summers in a friend’s castle folly near Marbella, Spain, and once dined off gold plate with an Arabian princess on a sheik's yacht.
Eventually Rowena relocated to London, where she met and married her auto designer husband, who whirled her off to Germany to live the glamorous corporate life. Reassigned to America, she once rode in a pace car at Indy 500; has flown in corporate jets to exotic locations; stayed in multi-bathroom suites at the world's best resorts... fantastic inspiration for romance novel scenes and alien-world building.
Rowena lives in Michigan with her husband and six year old daughter.
Helispeta wanted to marry well... but not THIS well.
What is an ambitious young princess to do when she finds herself irrevocably married to the wrong god? What is her jilted fiance to do?
Prince Devoron-Vitan, supreme commander of the Tigron Empire's star forces, wants to go home and find out what the star-blazes is going on. In one short gestate, his twin brother Djohn-Kronos has killed their father, taken the throne, nullified all existing royal betrothals, and started a war.
Then, rumors reach Devoron-Vitan that Djohn-Kronos intends to catch Devoron-Vitan's fiancee, Helispeta, in his MATING NET.
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MATING NET--awarded Four Stars by Romantic Times
This prequel to Forced Mate pits brother against brother. Both want to mate with the lovely Helispeta. By rights, she is pledged to Devoron-Vitan....This is a well-wrought and fast-moving tale.~ Donna M Brown, Romantic Times. FOUR STARS.
“She’s a fighting Saurian Knight.” He put a slight emphasis on “fighting” and smiled self-deprecatingly. “Getting her into bed is more work than turning a Gravity-class war-star.”
“Are you telling me that she fought you? You?”
“My Imperial Machismo forbids me to confirm or deny something so damaging to my reputation,” Tarrant-Arragon replied with a mocking twist of his lips.
“I will admit, she doesn’t know what she’s up against. I’m conducting an experiment to see whether I can get a virtuous girl to love me—not the next Emperor, but me—for my sweet nature and sense of humor.”
His half-sheathed-weapon smile became a sudden chuckle.
“My fierce little Saurian would probably try to castrate me if she knew who I am. She cheerfully toasts my impotence.”
Madam Tarra knew the toast to which he referred. “How very provocative of you to choose one of the Saurian Dragon’s Knights for your carnal experiments,” she replied.
“I didn’t take her because she’s a Knight.” He threw back his head, half closed his eyes, and tapped his upper lip with two fingers. No doubt the wicked boy was deciding how much of the truth to tell her. “Ah . . . I think I’ve fallen in love.”