Rhyker’s Key
Orion’s Order, #2
M.C. Solaris
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: M.C. Solaris LLC
Date of Publication: 12/21/20
ISBN: 9781952655050
ASIN: B08MZJJRZM
Number of pages: 740
Word Count: 220,000
Cover Artist: Mayhem Cover Creations
Excerpt
Words. She needed
to find words so she could respond because that was how conversations went. But
words eluded her at the moment because she was still trying to recover from the
debilitating tease from a moment ago when his lips were… Wait, you need to respond. But what did he say again?“What do you use
the second bedroom for?” he asked again in that curious feline way of his as he
walked back toward her from the hall.What do you use the second bedroom for? She had to slowly
repeat his question in her mind in order for her brain to get with the program
and understand what he was even asking. My
second bedroom? Oh god, do I tell him what’s in there? She bit her lip in
slight hesitation and he noticed, of course.“What? Is that like
your secret sex dungeon or something?” His lips turned up at the corners in a
very feline way.“Sex dungeon?” She
laughed. “Of course that’s immediately where your mind goes.”“Well, where else
would it go when I’m with you.” He took a step closer to her. “In your home.”
He closed the distance between them so they were separated by mere inches.
“Alone.”Her pulse quickened
to a hummingbird’s pace and suddenly, she was back to being in the scorcher of
desire.Noticing her
reaction, his mischievous grin transformed into his irresistibly sinful smirk.She knew he was
just playing with her but before he could continue, she broke the erotic
tension between them by taking a step back and saying, “Here’s my sex dungeon.”
And she didn’t mean for it to come out as husky as it did.She opened the door
to the second bedroom and he peered inside. His brows shot up in surprise
before refocusing back on her in a silent question.She laughed. “No,
this is not my sex dungeon. This is my therapy room.”“Therapy. Is that
what they’re calling it these days?” he drawled, walking over to the pole.
Without warning, he gripped the pole and lifted his body effortlessly so he was
completely parallel to the ground. He gave her a wink and she laughed. As soon
as his feet touched the ground, he climbed up the pole with just his arm
strength.“Good thing I had
that installed for the highest weight class or else you may have fallen flat on
your face,” she quipped, trying not to notice the way his biceps flexed and
tantalized her feminine essence.“Don’t insult me. I
always land on my feet.” As if in emphasis of his point, he let go of his grip
at the very top of the pole and landed softly on his feet with feline grace.“So not fair.” She
shook her head, still smiling. “I’ve trained for years and yet here you go showing
me up.”“I’ll gladly be the
judge of that.” He stepped aside and held his arm out to the pole in invitation
for her.
About
the Author:
M.C. Solaris’s life took an unexpected turn during the super blood moon eclipse on January 20, 2019. She woke up and began writing bios for her imaginary friends that she met that day.
As soon as the pen hit the paper (or fingertips to the iPhone), she couldn’t stop. It was kind of like one of those fire hydrants, spewing copious amounts of water all over the place. The characters and their stories just flowed out of her. She is honored to be the scribe, getting to share her friends’ stories. You can read all about her gifted friends in the Orion’s Order series (Book 1 is Calypso’s Heart).
On a personal note, M.C. Solaris is actually the pseudonym of Marina Schroeder, women’s health enthusiast and lover of all things paranormal romance (PNR) and happily ever after (HEA). When she is not curled up on the sofa with her partner’s oversized hoodie, a PNR novel, peppermint tea, and one of her three cats, you will find her either at the ocean with her toes in the sand or in a forest hugging a tree. Well truthfully? There is one more place you might find her: trolling the aisles of Whole Foods for a satisfying combination of salty and sweet while hiding in her partner’s hoodie… like any proper PNR-writing introvert.
Intellectually, I know that picture of a man grabbing her hair isn’t a man beating a woman (the sponge, the quote). That’s still what I think of when I see it though. Book looks interesting otherwise.