Hiya peeps! We have M.A. Church stopping by today with the fabulous cover to her upcoming release In Enemy Hands, not only has M.A. brought along her stunning cover but she tells us a little about the book, she lets us have a peek at an excerpt and she’s having a fantastic giveaway! So peeps, check out the post and leave a comment to enter the giveaway! ❤ ~Pixie~
In Enemy Hands
Two very different civilizations—one bathed in bright sunlight, and the other veiled in shadow.
Bad decisions, declining resources, and a king on the brink of madness force Prince Varo Kutchif, third son of the royal family and a starship captain, to attempt the impossible: barter for Black Phospolrock, an energy source the mysterious Helkan kingdom has in abundance. Varo opens a line of communication with Adlar, an intriguing Helkan who seems to reciprocate Varo’s interest. He hopes so, because if negotiations collapse, Varo has orders to attack.
The Helkans preside over a planet shrouded in perpetual darkness. Several species have tried to exploit its natural resources through trade with them, but all have failed. Adlar Mondur is the older brother to the Helkan ruler. An assassin of the highest order, he’ll do anything to protect his king and his people—including tracking down the Yesri prince who crash-lands on their planet, leaving an ugly scar across its untouched beauty.
Thus begins a journey where two men from disparate civilizations grow from enemies to lovers.
Hey, everyone! My name is M. A. Church, and I’ve stopped by MM Good Book Reviews to do a cover revealed for my upcoming novel, In Enemy Hands, which is based on two very different civilizations—one resides in the shadows, and the other exists in the bright sunlight.
The Helkans rule over a planet mostly shaded in darkness with a diverse landscape containing everything from mountainous regions to lush jungles. Pale skinned with long pitch-black hair and pointed ears, they embrace the night. Gorgeous creatures who only wish to be left alone, they sit upon a treasure trove of highly desirable crystals called Black Phospolrock. Many throughout the stars are well aware how important the crystals are as an energy source.
Adlar Mondur, oldest brother to the Helkan king, is a trained assassin. A true and loving family member, he serves his people faithfully as he trains the D’noir—ten assassins who protect the king.
The Yesri are creatures who dwell in sunlight. Greed, the age-old motivator, drives this race relentlessly. Bad decisions, declining resources, nearly empty coffers, and a king one step away from madness leads the Yesri to attempt to negotiate the Black Phospolrock.
Prince Varo Kutchif, third son of the royal family and a starship captain, has been tasked with this insurmountable objective. Failure is not an option, because if negotiations fail, the Yesri king has informed Varo to attack the planet. The objective is to murder the king and his brother, then invade Helkan and take over. Varo finds himself in an unimaginable position.
Thus starts a journey where two males from vastly different species and ways of thinking go from enemies to lovers.
Adlar settled on the ground, Dar sitting next to him. He held Varo in his arms so he could monitor his breathing and restrain him if needed.
But even he wasn’t fooled by such a flimsy excuse. He was attracted—had been attracted from the first moment he laid eyes upon him. Adlar let his fingers wander over the soft skin. So, so pretty. The deep, rich skin tone fascinated him. It was such a contrast to his paleness. He suddenly removed his fingers. This was not the place to examine his prize.
A low moan came from Varo.
“Come on, then, open your eyes.” Adlar lowered Varo to the ground.
Varo’s eyes twitched, then he slowly blinked them open. “Who… who…?”
Adlar saw the confusion. His grin was as sharp as a knife’s blade as he stared into brown eyes—big, beautifully rich brown eyes. There was no doubt now this was the same Yesri he’d spoken with earlier during negotiations. By some odd twist in genetics, the males of the ruling Yesri family had brown eyes. They were the only ones. All other Yesris either had green or blue eyes.
Adlar waited until Varo focused on him. “Greetings, Prince Varo Kutchif of Yesri.”
“Wh-what? Why am I lying down? You’re using the Universal Language Standard to speak to me, right? You sound funny. Or is it me? And how… how do you know my…. You look like…. Who are you?”
“I’m Adlar Mondur, leader of the D’noir and older brother to King Omori, ruler of Helkan.”
“Helkan? But… how’d I get here?” Varo sat up.
Adlar grasped Varo’s chin. “My dear princeling, you crash-landed on my planet, remember?”
“I… I… yes?” Varo clenched his eyes shut and then opened them again. “Yes, that’s right. I had to make…. Oh goddess! You! I remember you.”
“Excellent. I claim you as my prisoner.”
“P-p-prisoner?” Varo stuttered.
He watched as the confusion cleared and… was that fear in those eyes? How delightful. “I’m sure you know my people do not release our prisoners.”
Adlar smiled at Varo, letting his fangs show. He’d prepared himself for many reactions; he wasn’t ready for Varo to headbutt him. The force of the blow rocked him backward, breaking his grip on Varo.
“Oh frack!” Adlar yelled as he sprawled on the ground. Pain exploded in his face, spreading quickly.
Varo was on his feet and running.
From off to the side, he heard a rolling chuff. He lifted his hand and gently touched the tender, swollen area. He bet a bruise was already forming. He glared at Dar. “Too busy laughing at me to help, I take it?”
Dar yawned, showing off huge canines. He licked his lips, his whiskers twitching as he stared in the direction Varo fled. Then he laid his head between his paws.
Well, he had his answer. “Fine!” Snarling, Adlar launched to his feet and stumbled slightly as he followed Varo. Maybe his head wasn’t as hard as he thought.
M.A. Church is a true Southern belle who spent many years in the elementary education sector. Now she spends her days lost in fantasy worlds, arguing with hardheaded aliens on far-off planets, herding her numerous shifters, or trying to tempt her country boys away from their fishing poles. It’s a full time job, but hey, someone’s gotta do it!
When not writing, she’s on the back porch tending to the demanding wildlife around the pond in the backyard. The ducks are very outspoken. She’s married to her high school sweetheart, and they have two grown children.