Nothing says Happy Hump Day like a new Alien Sci-fi romance! After a super busy week last week, I saved this baby for a weekend indulgence and indulge I did! Callie’s Catastrophe is #9 in the long-running Ice Planet Barbarian /Ice Home series. What I possibly adore most about these novels is how new reader friendly and series loyalists pleasing they are- one could pick up any book in the series, fall in love and have a bounty of previous releases to revel in. And with Dixon’s high quality, rapid-release schedule- readers are always never, ever too far removed from their next fix.
And a fix it is!
In Callie’s Catastrophe, Callie and her very unrequited resonance mate, M’tok, are front and center. His clan- practically wiped out. M’tok is resolved to decades of solitude until resonance decides he is fate-mated to the human woman Callie. Splendid. Unfortunate for him, Callie is wholly uninterested in having her life and future dictated- especially to a male whom she isn’t in love with- nor has any interest in getting to know. Resonance can seriously kiss her ass!
Callie has lost a lot and misses her family and everything she left behind on Earth terribly. Who has time to fall in love when she is still in mourning? M’tok, well meaning as he is, just doesn’t get it right away and decides to take drastic action to subvert her reticence to mate him properly- a good ole fashioned kidnapping should do it!
What’s a bigger disaster than being stranded on an ice planet with a bunch of aliens, never to return home? Resonating to the biggest jerk of all those aliens, of course. I hate M’tok, and it seems to be mutual. He thinks I’m ugly and unpleasant, and doesn’t understand why I don’t just fling myself at him. In his eyes, resonance has decided, and that’s that.
Problem is, resonance keeps pushing us together. And when that doesn’t make me jump into his furs…he steals me away from the camp. I can’t avoid him if there’s nowhere to go.
I want to hate him even more for that. But I keep finding out that M’tok isn’t who I thought he was. And the man I hate? Doesn’t hate me at all…
I always love these stories. I particularly like and appreciate when the human heroine isn’t immediately sold on ice-planet-fall- in- love- with- a- big- blue- alien- and- make- babies plan. I like when Mr. Bossy Alien dudes get their comeuppance, because come on! This is fiction but not being down with the program from the start is normal! So I was 100% purely #TeamCallie. In fact, I wouldn’t have minded if Mr. high-handed M’tok were made to wait even longer for his HEA!
There are definitely some questionable antics that I shamed him for- for sure- But in the end, the big lug won me over. (Though his road to redemption was steep for me!) Tsk. Tsk.
True to form, Dixon didn’t hold back with the sweets or the steam and I have a little of both to whet your appetite for this sexy romance:
Sweet Admission
“No more lies between us, or the next tunic is going to tell everyone how small and warty your dick is.”
I rock my hips against her. “It is neither of those things and you like it.”
She chuckles, snuggling against my arm. “I do.”
“Because you like me. Admit it.”
“I might love you.” Calida holds her breath as she says the words.
“Do you love me?”
I thought that was obvious, but I remember that humans are different, and they must need the words. “I have loved you from the moment you flung yourself from the outhouse at me, angry and snarling.”
I press another kiss to her hair. “I told myself, there is a fine female, fierce and worthy of being my mate… I like all of her… but I love her spirit the most.”
Sexy Denial
I wake up in the middle of the night for no reason at all. Fighting back a yawn, I strain my ears, trying to determine what it is that woke me up. Howling of the snow outside, maybe? But all is quiet other than the constant thrumming of my cootie. Then, I hear it. A low, choked gasp. The slide of a hand on flesh. A muffled grunt. It’s all coming from a few feet away, where M’tok’s bed furs are laid out opposite mine. Holy shit. He’s jerking it.
He’s jerking it and I’m just a few feet away. What the hell? I remain perfectly still in bed, both titillated and shocked. As he continues, I hear the sound of his hand shuttling over his cock—it has to be that—and I realize he’s not trying to wake me up. He’s trying to do this furtively and failing. Now that the snowstorm has quieted, all I can hear are the motions of his body, the slight rustle of his furs, and the sound of his hand moving up and down his thick cock. I swallow hard. My body’s on fire at that visual image. Thanks to my cootie, everything that deals with M’tok sets my body ablaze.
I completely understand his actions; after living with unfulfilled resonance for a month now, sometimes you just have to get relief, even if it’s only for a few moments. I squeeze my thighs tightly together when his breath catches, and I realize I’m wet between my legs. No, I’m utterly soaked, and my pussy’s throbbing with need.
I don’t want him.
I don’t.
I hate the guy.
Callie’s Catastrophe (along with the entire series, is available now, free on Kindle Unlimited. Treat yourself!
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