Women of Steel (Collection)
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by Camille Anthony
Category: Erotica/Erotic Science Fiction/Science Fiction
Description: The world is at war, facing an unrelenting enemy called the Scarth. Now is the time for all peoples of the Earth to unite against a common foe. Now is the time for warriors with backbones of steel. The Harmon women are such soldiers, Amazons bio-engineered for such a time as this. Three women: Martini, Daiquiri and Thalassic Harmon have made war their life's work. They are warriors, unsurpassed, Women of Steel undefeated on the battlefield. But there's another battlefield called Love. It is here they'll face their greatest challenge...
eBook Publisher: Changeling Press LLC, 2009 2009
eBookwise Release Date: September 2009
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [413 KB]
Reading time: 249-349 min.
"This book has everything I like reading about...a great heroine, great hero, humor, and sex."--PamL, A Romance Review "I loved this launch to the Women of Steel series and have read it more than once. If you like it hot, funny and positively addicting, then this is for you!"--Niniri Theriault, The Road to Romance Praise for Martini on the Rocks "The book captured my attention from the first page and only picked up speed from then on. It is a wonderful read for those who enjoy a good science fiction story."--Laura, Coffee Time Romance "An amusing and touching short story, Martini on the Rocks is the follow up to Marti Gets Her M.A.N....a thoroughly enjoyable tale."--Jennifer Bishop, Romance Reviews Today Praise for Frozen Daiquiri 4.5 stars! "Sizzling with passion and chock full of exciting alien species...as well as the amazingly intense sex scenes that were ripped right out of any sexual fantasy. There is plenty of excitement in this fast-paced novel."--Francesca Hayne, Just Erotic Romance Reviews 4 stars! "Frozen Daiquiri is a story that compels you to read and then delivers a great tale of attraction and lust."--Sheryl, eCataRomance Praise for Some Like It Hot! "Camille Anthony's Some Like It Hot! is an exceptional addition to the Women of Steel series. Thalassic and Darvic are very complex characters that will not soon be forgotten."--Tewanda, Fallen Angel Reviews "Camille Anthony's Some Like It Hot! is a delightful story that I really enjoyed."--4.5 Stars from Chrissy Dionne, Romance Junkies Praise for Strawberry Daiquiri "Strawberry Daiquiri was well written and fun to read." 4 Angels!--Tami B., Fallen Angels Reviews "I am once again amazed at Camille's talent for world-building. She's a master storyteller, crafting characters for readers to fall in love with.... Strawberry Daiquiri is amazing and a must read!"--Sharyn McGinty, In the Library Reviews
"Come on, Marti, you have to think of this as just another mission. You are a leader of soldiers, a decorated war hero ... Your on-file policy is 'Leave no one behind'."
Martini Harmon, a colonel in the Planetary Repulsion Force, muttered to herself as she brought her flitter to a hovering park. "Just pretend this is enemy territory and those people are holding your M.A.N. prisoner. All you have to do is go in, get your M.A.N., and get out!"
Celebrated as the most gung-ho soldier of her day, this current trepidation confused her, shamed her, and pissed her off, royally. She hadn't been this nervous the first time she faced the alien Scarth.
Frowning, she exited the flitter and locked it down, ignoring the 'No Hovering' signs posted along the street. In wartime, military personnel garnered special privileges. No Botcop would issue a tick once it scanned the vehicle and found it active issue.
Stomping the two blocks over to the towering building housing the company that had raised her legendary ire, she rehearsed her mantra, repeating the phrase over and over.
"I will accept no bullshit excuses. I will not be turned away empty-handed, and so help me, Matrix, I will get my M.A.N. today!"
Stopping in front of the street's lone multi-level building, she paused, breathing deeply. In and out, lungs expanding smoothly, body functions priming for a fight, she relegated everything but this present challenge to the back of her mind. Lips curling in a determined sneer, she stepped forward.
The imposing frosted glass doors guarding the lavish offices of M.A.N.-Kind, Inc. sported old-fashioned door handles. Grasping the knobs firmly, she flung the doors open and stalked into the chilled, rarified air of the office suite housing the multi-billion dollar robotics company. Goose bumps immediately blossomed over her exposed shoulders, arms, and thighs.
This time, she would let nothing deter her. Today--if sheer determination had anything to do with it--she would finally get her M.A.N.
Long, lean legs clad in shiny black, over-the-knee leather boots carried her past a second set of glass doors. Powered by her determined strides, her three-inch heels struck the decorative tile, sounding like the sharp, cracking retorts of gunshots. Lips drawn tight in irritation, she swept past the secretary's pristine desk, a cautioning finger cocked and pointing at the sputtering flunky who started to his feet, hands wringing in consternation.
Good, he recognizes me.
"Don't even try to hand me any bullshit, buster," she warned as she circled back to his desk and snatched up a stylus. Pushing the hapless server out of her way, she leaned over, scribbling rapidly.
Straightening up, she tossed the electronic pen and pad into the chest of the startled worker. "There, I've 'penciled' in an appointment with your boss for a major ass whipping. Unless you want some too, I suggest you stay the fuck outta my way. Got that?"
The drone nodded glumly, straightening his chair and sinking back down with a resigned sigh. Obviously ignorant of her enhanced hearing, he pushed a button on his console, speaking two hushed words into the intercom.
"Damn straight, I'm back," she snapped, "and there's nothing wrong with my hearing, dick-head. I'm back, angry at the world, and mad enough to be just a lee-tle bit impatient. All I can say is heaven help anyone who gets in my way."
Like the smarmy salesperson slithering into my path, right now...
"Good morning, gentlefem. Welcome to the main offices of--"
"Out of my way, cretin, I'm gunning for your boss!"
"Well, that is the problem, isn't it?" The drone jerked back, alarm crossing his features when she growled an explicit insult at him. "Everyone wants the boss. He's busy ... uh ... can't be disturbed. No, he's out of the office. Gone for the day--arrgh!" he broke off with a strangled cry, voice high and thin from being forced through the constrictive grip of her steel-hard fingers.
Stopping just shy of truly throttling him, Marti lifted the neuter until its feet dangled four inches from the ground. Voice sounding like jagged shards of glass, she snarled in its face, "Listen up! I am not happy. When I am unhappy, I start taking things apart." Disgusted by the tears leaking from its fear-contorted face, she shook the hapless M.A.N.U. "Shut the hell up before I begin with you. I can't stand it when you Male-Anatomy-Neutered-Units start blubbering. Damn-it-to-hell, snip off a man's prick and he becomes one--a damned crybaby one, at that."
"I ... b-beg your indulgence," the drone gasped between sobs, mopping at his face with a soggy sleeve, "for distressing you with m-my tears, b-b-but you are frightening me."
"Yeah, well, live long enough and you'll find life does that, Bub," she sniped, setting him down more gently than he might have expected. "Frightens the hell out of you if you give it a chance. Now, am I going to hear any more crap about your boss being out of the office?"
A quick, fervent shake of the head answered her. "If you will come this way, gentlefem..." The M.A.N.U. scurried out of her reach before gesturing down the plush, thickly carpeted hallway, eyebrows cresting when it caught her murmured response.
"That's the problem egghead," she muttered in disgust. "I haven't come any way for far too long a time..."