Captured by Sam Burns & W.M. Fawkes

A big welcome to Sam Burns & W.M. Fawkes as part of their release of Capture.

An alien prince, a threatened throne, and the human mate who can help him save it…

Lucas: Sure, my life isn’t going exactly according to plan—I have a degree that led nowhere, a crappy job as a closing-shift barista, and an ex who has everything I want and got it . . . by dumping my sorry ass—but that doesn’t mean I’m willing to give up on living yet! And holy crap, when I’m plucked off the sidewalk of my rural Colorado town on the very night of my ex’s wedding, I’m pretty damn sure I’m about to lose my life and a whole lot more.

If you’ve never tried flying, I do not recommend the first time be when you’re drunk and alone at two in the morning. But there I was, dumped in a cage on a spacecraft, surrounded by barbarous, giant blue aliens. And the only thing that might keep me safe is there’s one huge, intimidating warrior who can’t keep his eyes off me.

Kaelum: I am the true-born son of the King Xyren the Imperator, but as a Thorzi-human hybrid, my path to the throne of Thorzan is far from clear. My father’s people are enormous and foreboding, their skin is the deep dark of twilight when our planet’s twin stars set. I am not. My enemies think I am small, soft, incapable, and they dog my every step.

If I am to take my rightful place, I must focus on saving my people. But my mother was born on a far-away blue planet called Earth. In my bones, I know the answer to my problems hides out there beyond the stars.

By popular cowriting duo Sam Burns & W.M. Fawkes, Captured is an M/M SciFi alien romance with a warrior prince, a resourceful human at the end of his rope, an intergalactic war that could keep them apart forever, and true love that’s entirely out of this world! This book is first in the Star Marked Warriors series, but each book can be read as standalone.

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Kaelum kept his arm around me as he led me through the garden, his whole body tense and steps almost too fast for me to keep up with. I wanted to keep up. Wanted to lean into the touch, pressing my whole body against his like Donna Meowble when I’d been at work all day and she wanted to be petted so much she acted like she’d die without it.

It had been a long time, and he was seriously fucking hot, okay? Plus, like . . . cats were cute, right? We fed and housed them because we thought they were adorable. It couldn’t hurt to ingratiate myself to the big guy to make sure I wasn’t, you know, probed.

But at the same time, he was really tall, with a much longer stride than mine, and his planet was too damn hot. No, not like they were all sexy, even though the guys who had saved us certainly had been. Yes, even the asshole who apparently worked with Crux. But hot like we were in the freaking tropics, and I was sweating and wearing clothes appropriate to a Colorado autumn.

“Slow down,” I muttered to him. “I can’t keep up and I wanna look at the flowers.”

He turned an expression on me that said I was nuts, before understanding dawned. He glanced behind me, then pulled me hard against him as something rustled behind my back. Okay, that had kind of been what I’d wanted. He was hard everywhere, but not with tough armored skin, like Ree told us Crux had all over. His skin was soft and smooth, but the hard muscles beneath were . . . well.

His definition of hard up was going to become a problem pretty quick if he didn’t let me go.

“I forgot,” he whispered, his tone pained instead of turned on, and that managed to kill my mood. “How could I be so careless? I could have gotten you killed.”

Whoa, wait, what? I pulled my head away from him, looking up in alarm. “Killed?”

Slowly, he turned me around in his arms, till my back was facing his chest, and we were both facing a huge burgundy flower that looked like a cross between a lily and an orchid, with two bright yellow stamen poking out of its center. “The aleri. One of the first Thorzi on this planet was killed by one of its ilk.”

I jerked in his grip, pushing back into him, away from the—the killer flower? “How?”

He pointed to the ground beneath it, covered with a plethora of turquoise leaves that looked like an oversized monstera. “The plant is sticky. It attaches, then pulls you in. Then—” He pulled something out of his pocket that looked like beef jerky, and tossed it toward and above the flower. One of the bright yellow stamen shot out almost a foot from the blossom, latching onto the jerky and pulling it in. Maybe not stamen after all. The hissing sound and burned sulfurous smell didn’t bode well for the poor jerky either.

Holy shit. This wasn’t a garden, it was a death trap. I huddled even closer to Kaelum. “How many of the plants in this place want to kill me?”

His breath ghosted across my ear, warm and soft, making me full-body shiver, somehow in delight and terror at the same time. “All of them.”

About Anne Barwell

Anne Barwell lives in Wellington, New Zealand. She shares her home with a cat with “tortitude” who is convinced that the house is run to suit her; this is an ongoing “discussion,” and to date, it appears as though Kaylee may be winning. In 2008, Anne completed her conjoint BA in English Literature and Music/Bachelor of Teaching. She has worked as a music teacher, a primary school teacher, and now works in a library. She is a member of the Upper Hutt Science Fiction Club and plays violin for Hutt Valley Orchestra. She is an avid reader across a wide range of genres and a watcher of far too many TV series and movies, although it can be argued that there is no such thing as “too many.” These, of course, are best enjoyed with a decent cup of tea and further the continuing argument that the concept of “spare time” is really just a myth. She also hosts and reviews for other authors, and writes monthly blog posts for Love Bytes. She is the co-founder of the New Zealand Rainbow Romance writers, and a member of RWNZ. Anne’s books have received honorable mentions five times, reached the finals four times—one of which was for best gay book—and been a runner up in the Rainbow Awards. She has also been nominated twice in the Goodreads M/M Romance Reader’s Choice Awards—once for Best Fantasy and once for Best Historical. Anne can be found at
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