Gahnin, a Ssedez general, hasn't had a woman since his first mate died a century ago. And since his kind can live for a thousand years, he's still bound by traditional mourning. If he breaks mourning, he could lose his position in the Ssedez military. His friends and family. Everything.
That means no falling in love. No lust. No sex. For another century.
Then he's ordered to guard Assura, a human woman and military special operative, on a planet whose atmosphere causes a sexual arousal so fierce, it drives people insane if it isn't satisfied.
Even though he tries to keep Assura at arm's length, he's hooked. Forbidden desire called to life by a human, the same species who killed his first mate. Assura needs his body if she is going to live. But if he gives in to his passion, it could destroy him.
Each book in the Planet of Desire series is STANDALONE:
* Toxic Desire
* Captive Desire
About the Author
Robin Lovett enjoys trips to alien worlds to avoid earthly things, like day jobs and housework. When not reading romance with her cat, she’s busy writing sexy books, which may or may not involve anti-heroes, aliens, or both, but almost always enemies-to-lovers. She’s a big fan of her husband who regards writing romance as far more important than practical things, like paychecks. Her favorite surprise in the world, or the universe, was finding out by some miracle other people want to read the same kind stories she loves to write.
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Robin Lovett is the author of Stranger. She enjoys writing romance to avoid the more unsavory things in life, like day jobs, housework, and personal demons. Reading romance has always been her addiction of choice. When not writing or reading with her cat, she’s busy embracing untamable curly hair or adventuring into the outdoors with her husband. She loves chatting about life and romance on Twitter and Facebook, so don't be shy!
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It hurts — my body burns like it's on fire. I am agony.
Through the haze of pain, I see it. The first break in the trees since I crash-landed on this godsforsaken planet a week ago. I stumble from the jungle, my vision blurring.
Days of no one and nothing but this fever scorching through my veins. It's not a normal fever. I don't know how it's possible, but it makes me want and think of nothing but sex. I'm pulsing between my legs, craving to be fucked, feeling I will burst into flames if I'm not. I'm chafed between my legs from days of giving myself orgasms, trying and failing to relieve the lust raging in my veins, the side effect of some gaseous poison in the air.
I fall to my knees on a stretch of runway. I see buildings, starships, people. Civilization. I start to shake. I can't hold myself up. My will to keep fighting is gone.
I crumble to the ground, writhing in pain.
Voices sound all around me. Whoever is here ... they may be friendly, they may be my enemy, but I'm not capable of finding out.
I'm too exhausted to open my eyes, but someone touches me, cradles my head in their lap. I want to scream at them to stop. I can't bear to be touched; being held hurts like a thousand knives scraping my too-sensitive skin.
"What is your name, human?" The deep voice resonates with a trace of revulsion. My humanity is something he doesn't like. By his accent, heavy on the consonants and slow on the vowels, I think I know what language he speaks. Which means I likely know why he would hate me on sight.
I open my eyes and see nothing but his face — his golden face. His skin shimmers metallic in the sunlight, and the sharp planes of his features glint in its rays. The darker gold waves of his hair nearly sparkle, and his eyes shine a blue so bright, I swear I'm looking into a cloudless sky. He looks divine, like some sort of god descended from a faraway mythical paradise.
I recognize his species. He is Ssedez, and I wonder he hasn't killed me; one of his warriors already tried several days ago. But I'm a special kind of soldier, the kind that's not so easily killed. They attacked and destroyed our ship. I was stabbed, given a wound that still festers in my side. It's his fault I'm stranded on this planet and had to spend a week alone wandering its toxic jungle.
But for a reason I don't understand, this Ssedez is not attacking me, and I have no energy to fight him anyway.
"Your name," he demands again.
There's a ring of authority to his tone, and it makes me want to do as he says. If I'm going to survive, I need medical attention. I need his help. "Assur," I answer, but the word twists my stomach. It's what my commanding officers called me. It's not my real name. "Assura," I correct.
The burn, the fire, surges in my body again, and I can't stop the cry of agony escaping my lips. I fist my hands against the urge to touch myself. It'll only hurt. Breathing the air of this planet infects me with an endless and unquenchable need for release, even past the point of injury or exhaustion.
I feel something swelling under my head in his lap. I turn my cheek and feel a long column of rigid flesh hardening behind the leather of his uniform — his cock.
I don't give a shit if he's my enemy. I'm so desperate to relieve the flames torching my insides, I'll do anything to be fucked, to have him thrusting that into my starved body.
I claw at his thighs, bite my teeth at the leather shielding him from me. I'm moaning hungry sounds and hallucinating about him fiercely pouring his come in my mouth. Then, something is put in my mouth, a tube. It's not a cock, but I'm so hungry for it, I suck on it like it is one. A creamy liquid pours from it into my mouth. I swallow it, starved and praying it will satisfy me, not caring if it's poison meant to kill me. Dying would be better than enduring this any longer.
But it's not poison.
It slides down my throat and cools me from the inside out. The feeling spreads through my chest and into my limbs. I go motionless, the burn blissfully fading away. My breath is heavy with relief, and I glance up into the Ssedez's face again and whisper, "Thank you."
His ethereally blue eyes blanch in surprise and don't look away. He examines my face, and he must see something he likes. Heat infuses his expression, desire contrary to anything that should be possible for a Ssedez to feel for a human.
Exhaustion overtakes me. My eyes fall closed, and he lifts me. My cheek rests on his wide chest, and his inhumanly strong arms support my weight. His voice rumbles beneath my ear, his skin cool against the heat still fading from me.
The contours of his muscles are hard and chiseled beneath my hands. The feel of him is alien, too, smoother than human, refined like aluminum, not forgiving like human flesh. His bare skin has the characteristic impenetrability of his species. He's not soft, and he's cooler in temperature. I burrow my overheated body into his, blissfully chilled by his skin. I shudder, wondering if he's like that everywhere.
All I can do now is rest against him, but later, I will find out. The fever may have faded, but the desire that was ravaging my body still echoes in my core like a dull murmur.
When I wake, I hope he's there to fuck me.CHAPTER 2
I loathe the sight of her.
I touch her because I have orders from my commander to care for her. No other reason could motivate me to do so. And so I am forbidden from killing this Assura.
She cries sounds of erotic need and writhes in my lap. And unbidden and indisputably, my body reacts to her.
I gape at her in shock and search myself again to see if it is true.
As disgusting as it to me ...
I want her.
It is an untenable response. Something that defies every desire I have had since her kind, the humans of the Ten Systems Empire, killed my mate in a brutal war against the Ssedez a century ago. My existence, the drive of every part of my life, has been for vengeance. And yet, I feel a desire that defies my decades of hatred, a need that interrupts what was to be two centuries of mourning for my lost mate a century too early.
I want to satisfy this human, to relieve the planet-driven lust that is paining her. To slake the same lust that is brimming within me, filling and hardening me with a foreign desire for a human that is as unwelcome to me as nails in my heart.
I hold her head, so she cannot rub and provoke my arousal. Tears of agony drip from her eyes, and her nails dig into my forearms with such ferocity, if I had vulnerable human skin, she would draw blood.
But I am Ssedez, and my skin is invulnerable to her pathetic attempts to free herself. What is more shocking, her nails imbedded in and scraping over my skin feel ... pleasurable, as though if I could, I would let her do this to my entire body, and it would provoke my craving for her only further.
It is intolerable. For me to feel such things at the touch of a human is revolting. I don't care if my commander Oten has formed the Attachment, a sacred Ssedez mating bond that is both biological and emotional, with this Assura's General Nemona. It matters not that Nemona and Assura, along with all the humans aboard their ship, the Origin, are in rebellion against our mutual enemy, the Ten Systems. I agree with Oten that it was a mistake to attack the Origin, causing it to crash-land on this planet, and that we must make amends by helping these rebels. I'm aware it is my duty to care for Assura, but no amount of duty can cure my impulse to hate her. I am still appalled at my own body's traitorous attraction to her.
It is undoubtedly due to this planet, Fyrian. The Fellamana, the native species here, say the fever-like state of intense arousal both the humans and Ssedez have experienced here, a condition they call the desidre, is caused by toxins in the atmosphere. They gave me an antidote on landing here, but it must not be working for me. Assura needs the antidote, too. Perhaps it will work on her.
"Assist her!" I shout at the medical attendant. I'm surrounded by the medical team of Fellamana who met us here on their landing platform. My commander left on our ship, leaving me and a team of Ssedez here on the planet Fyrian to establish diplomatic relations with the Fellamana.
One of the Fellamana responds in a language I don't understand.
The male Fellamana beside her, whom they introduced as Koviye, seems to translate my words for her. She registers understanding and rushes forward, pulling a round tube containing the liquid antidote from her bag and placing it between Assura's lips.
The human sucks on it greedily, her cheeks hollowed, and I am besieged by a fantasy of my cock in its place, of her soft pink lips wrapped around my hard, gold flesh, pleasurable moans vibrating from her as I satiate her mouth. I grimace and will the image away, pretending I never saw it. She is a forsaken human.
She relaxes, her body soaking in the relief of the antidote. Her eyelids flutter open, and she whispers, "Thank you," in a rasping voice. I am enraptured by the swelling of gratitude in her eyes.
I want her to give me that look after I have driven her body to climactic ecstasy.
She closes her eyes again, and I am grateful. These lustful notions about her that are permeating my brain must stop now.
Two more Fellamana, their iridescent robes swirling about their legs, come forward with a stretcher, intending to transport Assura to the hospital, I presume. But I shove them off. "I will carry her."
It is unnecessary. Beyond the requirements of my duty, but for a reason I do not want to contemplate, I cannot let anyone else hold her. I lift her in my arms, cradling her to my chest. She drifts into unconsciousness, leaving me embroiled in confusion at myself and clinging to the assertion that it is only this place making me want to touch her.
It cannot be because I actually desire a human.
In the hospital, they uncover an infected wound in her side. It elicits my first feelings of guilt toward this woman. The wound was undoubtedly sustained in the battle aboard her ship. One of my fellow Ssedez warriors stabbed her.
The best I can do to make amends, as Oten has commanded, is help her heal.
The Fellamana medics must reopen her wound to treat the infection. Assura is still unconscious, but I hold her shoulders down in case the procedure awakens her.
I press her shoulders firmly into the mattress that automatically molds itself to her proportions and weight. "Ready," I say and Koviye translates. The medic injects her with an anesthetic then makes the first cut into Assura's side.
She jerks awake and tries to fight me. Terror contorts her features. She does not know where she is or what is happening.
"They are treating your wound," I say in her language, not in my own.
She grits her teeth and grips my arms but does not fight me. She stares at my face, and I give her more words of comfort. "It will be over soon."
Our gazes lock, and I do not know what to call the communication between us. It is as though a temporary truce is met.
The medic finishes, and with the procedure over, Assura slips back into unconsciousness.
I sit in a chair by her door. Day and night.
Only because I communicated with Commander Oten, and he reiterated his order for me to watch over Assura. He may be on a ship en route to our home world, but I must still obey his word as law, given our military chain of command. He is a fair leader, and I trust him. He is on a mission with his new mate, General Nemona, to get supplies that may repair her ship the Origin, which crash landed not far from here after we destroyed their reactor in our attack.
My entire life, I thought of humans as untrustworthy and intrinsically selfish by nature. Humans have warred among their own kind from the dawn of their existence. They cling to violence as a way of life, and their need to conquer other species without mercy is embedded in their genes. Now that my Commander Oten has mated with one, I am faced with the truth that not all humans are thus, but merely the Ten Systems.
It confuses every instinct I have to be here, guarding a human whom I have been trained to kill at first sight.
Which is what we did when the Origin entered our home planet's airspace. Their ship bore the markings of a Ten Systems warship. We did not know that Nemona and her crew had escaped the empire using one of its ships. It was the first Ten Systems vessel we had seen in decades.
I've never actually met a human before, though I have been conditioned by my military training and my wartime experiences to hate them.
Everything about Assura is like the human enemy I was trained to kill, from her hair, dark as midnight lying over her shoulders, to her pert little mouth, pinched with pain. Though her limbs are molded with strength as fine as that of my warriors, her skin is something I have never felt before.
I know her language. I studied it for years in my warrior's training, in my lifelong study of our human enemies from the Ten Systems Empire. But when she writhes and moans in her sleep, she doesn't communicate with words — but the noises she makes seem to me like sexual want. The sound she makes is throaty and resonant and sends a bolt of lust through my body. It is something I should not be able to feel — not so soon after my mate's death. It's been only a hundred years. According to our traditions, I'm supposed to wait another hundred more before my desire for another reawakens, and certainly not for one of the species who killed a million Ssedez and attempted our genocide a century ago. At that time, we feared our annihilation by the Ten Systems so severely, we destroyed our home planet in a catastrophic bombing to fake the extinction of our race. Our plan succeeded, and we've kept sanctuary on a planet unknown to the Ten Systems since. No matter what my commander orders, it doesn't change the fact that the Ssedez lost everything because of humans.
Assura stretches her long limbs in wakefulness, her firm breasts and rounded hip outlined by the thin sheet. Bright daylight streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows and onto her bed, and her eyes open, full of all the desire emanating from her.
Her expression is still lax from fatigue, but her gaze is fully aware. "What's your name, Ssedez?" She mirrors my question from yesterday, and her voice comes out stronger than it did then. It sends a tremor through my limbs. I have to force myself to focus, to not stare at her lips forming the words.
I sit forward. "I am Gahnin."
She breathes in and out slowly, as though her tired mind requires time to speak. "You attacked our ship."
"Why are you here?" Her tone is all skepticism and confusion.
"Because I was commanded to watch over you."
"Why? By whom?" Her soft brown eyes slant, narrowing on me. She does not yet believe I am a friend. Good, she should not.
"My commander charged me to watch over you until they return. Your General Nemona, she is his new mate."
"She?" She eases upward in her bed, growing more confused. "Your translation is wrong. General Nem is male. And he would never mate with a Ssedez."
I sneer at her insinuation that it is my error. "I speak your language perfectly. Nemona knew you. She wept when I showed her the image of you on the communication vid. She believed you dead."
Her eyes widen in confusion and surprise. "Wait, a Ssedez mated with ... her?" At least in this our reactions are similar.
"It is hard to believe that one of my kind would Attach to a human, but yes, it has happened."
She shakes her head, then grabs it like it hurts. "Am I your prisoner?"
"I am in charge of you."
She gives a low growl. "No one is in charge of me." She pushes back the sheet and is startled to find that underneath she is naked. "Where's my uniform?"
I mean to turn away, but the covering slides down to reveal her breasts. I glimpsed her body while the doctors treated her, but I forced myself not to look.
I cannot now.
Her skin looks soft as velvet, and her nipples are round and ripe. And the unabating lust steaming through my veins roars within me. I would take her in my mouth. I would see her beneath me. I would spread her legs and see what she looks like in the place where she is meant to take my cock into her.
"Oh gods!" She is staring at me. Staring at my mouth.
What is ...
I close my eyes. Cringing. She cannot be staring at what I think she is staring at.
But I know she is. I can feel them, elongating in my mouth, the tips pressing into my lower lip. I touch them to make sure I'm not imagining this.
I feel them, fully extended — my fangs. This cannot be happening. I race to the mirror by the door to make sure.
There they are. Two inches of white tooth, twins. I have not seen them in a hundred years. That they have descended, biologically, means only one thing ...
A crash sounds behind me.
I whirl, and Assura is stumbling from her bed toward the door. She's naked and unstable on her feet.
"Wait." I reach for her, not wanting her to fall and hurt herself.
"Don't touch me." She tries to push me away, but her legs give out, weaker than she expected. I catch her before she hits the floor.(Continues…)
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I've received a ARC from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review. I have never read a fantasy erotica before so I decided to dive in and give this a chance. I wasn't too sure what to think of the plot, chapter, etc. but it's overall ok/mediocre (from what I've read up too). Lots of 'fun' times between the characters and if you want to step out of your comfort zone, I definitely suggest giving his a try.
This packed the heat and then some! I'm going to have to read the first book in the series asap but I didn't feel lost not having read it. Captive Desire is erotic sci-fi romance and it kicked off with quite a bang. Assura and Gahnin cross paths once Assura's ship is shot down by Gahnin's team. Are they drawn to each other because they're on a sex planet or because there's something more? The desidre, the toxin in the air which makes everyone want to have sex, can have deadly consequences if you don't have the antidote and it also serves as a handy excuse for them to act on their lust. But there are big barriers in place. As is Ssedez custom, Gahnin has been grieving the loss of his mate for 100 years and has 100 years to go before his period of mourning will end. Moving on any sooner is a huge taboo for his people but to complicate things further, Ten Systems killed his mate and Assura is Ten Systems. He really struggles with knowing what to do, especially when he's so drawn to Assura. It was really gripping to watch him wrestle with his grief and his attraction to Assura. Assura, on the other hand, is torn because, as a Ten Systems rebel, she has done some horrible things to the Ssedez. She wants to make amends but she doesn't feel worthy of anything more. But she also doesn't want to give up her sexy times with Gahnin. It's a quandary and I loved watching these two give into their desires, while also grappling with what the other person means to them and whether they can have a future together. When they weren't fighting each other, they were really good to one another and I especially enjoyed how Gahnin saw the best in Assura once he got to know her. The world-building was well-developed, particularly what makes the Ssedez and Fellamana (who live on this planet) unique. This was a super steamy, fun read! I really enjoyed the ride and look forward to reading more from Lovett. Disclosure: I received an advanced copy from Entangled Publishing in exchange for an honest review.
Gahnin, a Ssedez general, hasn't had a woman since his first mate died a century ago. And since his kind can live for a thousand years, he's still bound by traditional mourning. If he breaks mourning, he could lose his position in the Ssedez military. His friends and family. Everything. That means no falling in love. No lust. No sex. For another century. Then he's ordered to guard Assura, a human woman and military special operative, on a planet whose atmosphere causes a sexual arousal so fierce, it drives people insane if it isn't satisfied. Even though he tries to keep Assura at arm's length, he's hooked. Forbidden desire called to life by a human, the same species who killed his first mate. Assura needs his body if she is going to live. But if he gives in to his passion, it could destroy him. Review: Another super sexy story in this series! This is book two in this series, taking us back to the "Fire" planet. This erotic sci-fi story is full of action and not just the sexual kind. I loved the enemies to lovers story and that it was set out in the universe was very enticing to me. In this story Assura, a human, part of the rebels who crashed on the Fire planet and Gahnin, a Ssedez are of enemy species who have been at war for 100's of years. Gahnin has been asked by his general Oten to look out for Assura leads to an attraction that neither Assure or Gahnin want to happen. Both have their reasons, which I will not give away as to why this attraction should not happen, but both are not capable of fighting it or the planet and it's effect on their sexuality. The story is filled with action, suspense and sexy goodness, to keep the story well-rounded and the reader interested. I really loved this second story, it has a lot of depth besides the sexy goodness. 4Stars *I voluntarily read an advance reader copy of this book provided by the publisher.*
This book. *fans self* Captive Desire is the second in Robin Lovett's Planet of Desire series of erotic sci-fi romances. Each book stands alone and I can confirm that I really enjoyed this one without having yet read the first, Toxic Desire. The premise is that a ship of rebel humans has been shot down and crash-landed on a sex planet. Yes, there's a toxin in the air that makes everyone need to have sex. Without an antidote, the toxin will eventually kill them. On the planet are two groups, the Fellamana and the Ssedez. The Fellamana are native to the sex planet and have very fluid attitudes toward sex and desire and intimacy. The Ssedez are not so open, in large part because they have what they call "The Attachment," their version of fated mates. The hero of this novel, Gahnin, lost his mate 100 years ago when humans killed her and their child. The mourning period is set at 200 years, so he's still in morning when the book begins. The heroine, Assura, is a human who's worked for years as a professional torturer for the human general, Dargrule. (We find out later that she took on the job so she could help the people she was assigned to torture, it's complicated.) True enemies-to-lovers. Anyway, they meet up and she's taken prisoner for a short period. Then she and Gahnin fight, which breaks the Fellamana nonviolence laws. Their punishment? They have to participate in the sex games. By this point, the hero and heroine have already been engaging in all manner of sex-planet-induced shenanigans, and their "display" is intense. There's a lot of sex in this book, some of it rather inventive. While this is an erotic romance, it's still definitely a romance. The two are reluctant to open their hearts, but all of the sex is enthusiastically consensual. There are repeated check-ins and it doesn't feel coercive like some sci-fi romances I've read. There's also a substantial plot involving the spaceship that Assura and the rebels broke off from. I won't spoil it for you, but it was definitely rewarding. My one complaint is that I wanted the book to be a bit longer, with more of an emotional payoff for the central couple. There's absolutely an HEA, but Gahnin gives in to the Attachment pretty swiftly. I have the first book on my Kobo and I plan to dig in this weekend. These are intense (and excellent) books, which means I read until around 2 am and that's not a weeknight activity!