Hello, everyone! It’s the official release day for Tied up in Customs! I’m thrilled to have a new Department of Homeworld Security novella out. The world could use more short, sexy, scifi 😉
When I finished the first series arc (Gray Card, Resident Alien, and Business or Pleasure), there was one loose end that I was particularly curious about—what had happened when Sorca went to get Eric? It turns out what happened was…a lot.
All I knew when I sat down to write their story was that she would abduct him at some point. I learned more about these characters and the world than I ever thought I would while exploring the rest. I hope you love it as much as I do!
Here’s a little teaser (18+ only, please). Enjoy and thanks for reading 🙂
TIED UP IN CUSTOMS
(THE DEPARTMENT OF HOMEWORLD SECURITY, Book Four)
Copyright © 2017 Cassandra Chandler
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He grabbed her wrists and pulled her against his chest, then rolled both of their bodies a bit further from the edge of the cliff. His intention had been… He wasn’t sure what. But once he was on top of her, seeing her smile up at him with what looked dangerously like hope mixed with excitement, his brain stopped cooperating.
Maybe that tree she dropped on his head had given him a concussion. Maybe this whole thing was some sort of nervous breakdown from working too much.
He pulled out his handcuffs. With her not resisting him, it was probably the only chance he was going to get to stop this weird situation from spiraling any further into crazyland. He rose so he was straddling her, then pulled her hands into his lap.
“Oh, excellent.” She reached for the fastener of his jeans.
“That’s not what—”
He let out a sigh, then snapped the handcuffs on her wrists. She held them above her face, cocking her head to the side as she examined them.
“They’re beautiful.” She beamed up at him. “I accept your gift.”
“Those are handcuffs.”
She stared at him.
“I’m detaining you. Until I have a better understanding of what’s going on.”
“So, we’re not having sex again?” She sat up so that their chests pressed together, looping her arms behind his neck. “Because these could make that interesting.”