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The Rogue Captain by K Webster & Nicole Blanchard

January 29, 2020

The Rogue Captain by K Webster & Nicole Blanchard

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🎶 Thin line between love and hate 🎶
I've been waiting patiently for Theron's story because I thought it just might be the funniest of the bunch. He's a tad narcissistic, a wee bit arrogant, and a whole lot of lovable male. This alien easily won me over and I was eager to watch his happily ever after unfold. He was definitely worth the wait!


The Rades has attacked the prison and they need the help of the only mort left who seems to understand the disease. Theron and Willow undertake the task of travelling to the facility to get him and along the way, amidst her hostility, his determination, and a lot of miscommunication, they found love. It was angsty and emotional, sexy and intimate, and there was even some suspense thrown in to drive things up a notch.


I am so in love with these morts!! Oz's story is next and we get a sweet preview at the end. I'm so excited to get my hands on it. If it's anything like the rest of this series, I'm guaranteed to love it!!

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About the Book
I’m the master of my world.
A ruler from the skies of a lost planet.
The ship captain who watches from above.
Until an alien invades my heart and everything changes.

She’s from another world and doesn’t want saving, for she’s on a quest of her own.
Feisty and fiery, she burns bright like the sun.
I crave to capture her and keep her.
To hold the sparkling female in my arms forever, uncaring if I get burned.

A chance mission given by my commander has us sequestered on the Mayvina all alone.
I only have a few solars to prove to her how good we can be together.
It’s simple to me: handsome mort plus lovely alien equals mates forever. Right?

Wrong.

Nothing I say or do has an effect. She’s as stubborn as I am good looking.
She’s the one thing I can’t control. A star shooting across the sky, never meant to be caught.

But I will catch her heart.
It’s written in the stars.

We can be more than a space fling.
We can be everything.

I just have to convince her first.

Excerpt

Prologue - Theron

Da-dum-dum-dum!

Da-dum-dum-dum!

Da-dum-dum-dum!

I pound on the control panel with a metal rod I found hanging from the ceiling in the supply closet of the Mayvina, loving the way it echoes. Molly says that the beat I like to make is called music. I’ve never heard of music, but I’ve heard of singing. Both Molly and Aria do it all the time. Sometimes, I think up beats to go with their pleasant words. Sometimes I feel like I belong to Earth II instead of this decaying planet.

My ship purrs beautifully as we coast above the clouds with the great unknown above us. I admire the sparkly stars against the black backdrop and wonder if there are other planets besides this one and Earth II. Other women…

Because, the one that makes my cock weep like a fussy mortling whenever she’s near, hates me. Loathes my very existence.

It’s rather confusing.

Everyone loves me.

I’m Theron.

The Rogue Rekking Captain.

Master of the skies. Mate of the Mayvina. Handsome mort with the best hair and the best laugh and the best—

“Oh, God. Not again.”

I drop the metal rod and Willow all-too-happily kicks it into a corner before dropping into the co-captain’s seat.

“What?” I ask, lifting a brow as I rake my gaze down her front, lingering on the way her ample breasts strain against the fabric.

I tried.

Rekk how I tried to be attracted to one of the other humans.

Zoe offered to gouge my eyes out if I even thought of looking her way. Lyric found something pleasing within Hadrian—though I can’t imagine what. And the other humans there were simply terrified of my existence.

It didn’t matter.

My eyes were for only one.

Flaming red hair. Pale, speckled skin. Light blue eyes that harden whenever I’m near.

“I like that shirt,” I say, trying to be amicable.

“Of course you do,” she mutters. “Because you can almost see my tits. I’m surprised you stopped staring at your own reflection in the glass long enough to consider someone else besides yourself.”

“You can almost see them,” I state. “I’d probably stop looking at me if you showed me more of you.”

“Gross,” she grumbles. “Does this pickup line work often? Seriously, ew.”

“I’ve only really tried it on you,” I offer.

“Doesn’t make it any better. You’re like those guys back on Earth II who think they’re the bees’ knees.”

I’ve heard Molly say this before.

Grinning, I nod. “I am, in fact, the bees’ knees.”

“Ugh,” she groans. “You’re a hyperactive frat boy goofball with a license to drive a spaceship, who thinks his balls are the biggest on the planet. Over it.”

Energy thrums through me now that she’s actually speaking to me. We’ve been in the air for one solar of our projected four solars’ travel, and all I get are hisses and grumbles. This feels like progress.

“If you’re referring to my sac, I imagine it is the largest and most appeasing to the eye.” I waggle my brows at her before spinning in my chair and stopping again to face her. “I could show it to you so you could properly make that determination yourself.”

“You’re disgusting.”

I laugh and shrug. “Been called worse.”

“Like idiot? Dumbass? Player?”

I check off the first two with my fingers and then frown at the last one. “What’s a player?”

“You, Theron! I saw you flirting with every woman with a pair of tits. It’s gross. Here I almost bought into the whole ‘the morts were lonely and dying and looking for mates’ BS my mom and everyone else who’s been drinking the Kool-Aid spouts. Hell, even Lyric of all people has fallen into that line of thinking. But I see you, douchebag. You’re a player who given the time, you’ll sleep your way through the entire prison just because you can.” Her breasts jiggle after her long-winded rant. “Seriously, can you not look at my tits for like three seconds?”

I look away.

One…two…nope.

Rekk, her breasts are lovely.

“You know, screw it. You want them so badly. Have them,” she says, emphasizing her words by grabbing them and making my cock lurch in response. “Back home people have casual sex all the time to scratch an itch. Then, they can move on to their real matches. It’s called kissing a few frogs to find your prince. Who knows, maybe my prince is waiting for me at the Facility. I’m into the nerdy quiet type. Got anyone like that?” Her face is red from fury and she’s never looked more beautiful.

“You want to mate with me?” I ask, astonished.

It must be my dazzling smile that finally wore her down.

“Stop cheesing at me like that, goober.”

“Like this?” I grin, baring all my teeth.

A laugh escapes her, making my heart skip a beat. “I feel like this is my own personal hell. What did I do to deserve this?”

“Am I supposed to answer that or is it a ridiculous question?”

She snorts. “Not ridiculous—although yours was—it’s called a rhetorical question. And you’re not supposed to answer.”

I test her breast theory again, looking out the window for one, two, nope. Can’t do it. Rekk, that’s difficult.

“Take your pants off, Captain. Let’s get this show on the road. You need to fuck me out of your system and I need…I have my own needs.” She stands and puts her hands on her hips. “Where’re we doing this?”

I rise to my feet, eager to mate with her. Finally. All my dreams since I laid eyes on her have been about this moment.

“And you better use the pull-out method so help me or I’ll murder you,” she warns. “Y’all may not have rubbers because you’re into procreation and whatnot, but I’m not about to let a one-night stand knock me up.”

I don’t understand any of what she said, but she’s taking off her shirt.

Mortarekker!

Her breasts are—

“Come on,” she orders. “I don’t have all night. Get naked already!”

I strip out of my suit as I stalk her. She peels off clothes, backing away from me until her rump hits the metal wall, making her shriek. Her eyes are wide when I free my cock and take it in my hand. It’s most certainly the most impressive one on this planet, I am sure.

“Okay, so,” she starts as I pounce. She lets out a squeal when I grab her rump and lift her. Her blunt claws dig into my shoulders. “We do this and we’re done. Understood?”

Negative, lovely red-haired alien.

I don’t think I’ll ever be done with you.

She whimpers when my cock rubs against her pussy—that’s what I’ve overheard the girls back at the Facility giggle and call it before. I think it feels good for her because she rocks her hips, seemingly eager for the friction. We go at it like this for several moments until she shudders wildly. I nearly spill my seed all over her stomach but barely refrain.

“Oh, God,” she cries out.

I don’t know exactly what’s happening, but she’s blissed out and happy. I did this. The only mort who can make her do this. I am certain. With my cock in my grip, I slide into the wet channel between her thighs. One hard thrust and I’m deep inside her warmth. Her slick muscles contract around me, making me nearly black out from pleasure.

Rekk-rekk-rekk-rekk!

“Now, remember,” she barks out, “oh my God, you didn’t just c—”

Her words die out as the toxica hits her bloodstream, rendering her useless. I pull her against my chest, holding her rump with one hand and stroking my claws through her silky red hair with the other one.

“It takes longer when it’s my hand,” I explain away my quick release as I walk her to my room on the ship. “Next time maybe it won’t happen so fast.” My heart rate stammers in my chest. “Rest now, red-haired alien. You’re my mate and I’ll take care of you now.”

A hiss of air escapes her as I slide her off my cock that drips with my seed and lay her down on the bed. Curling around her, I inhale her scent, admire her lovely breasts, and then meet her stare.

Fire.

Fury.

Flames.

I found a mate who blazes like the sun.

I’m a lucky mortarekker.


About the Authors

K Webster

K Webster is a USA Today Bestselling author of over seventy-five romance books in many different genres including dark romance, taboo romance, contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her supportive husband and two adorable children, she's active on social media connecting with her readers.

Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.

Can't find a certain book? Maybe it's too hot for Amazon! Don't worry because titles like Bad Bad Bad, This is War, Baby, The Wild, and Hale can all be found for sale on K's website in both ebook and paperback format.


Nicole Blanchard

Nicole Blanchard is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of gritty romantic suspense and heartwarming new adult romance. She and her family reside in the south along with their two spunky Boston Terriers, two chatty cats and a hamster with a Houdini problem.

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