Complete Set of The Antonello Brothers
by Kayelle Allen
New Release
Synopsis
Snuggle up with the Antonello Brothers. This boxed set contains all five exciting stories in the science fiction romance series, plus links to three bonus books.
A Stolen Heart - This child can steal anything. Including a warrior-pirate's heart... Bro - He can be invisible, but he can't hide from the truth... At the Mercy of Her Pleasure - She's addictive. He can't touch her. But what if he kissed her just once... For Women Only - His secret truth is her people's darkest lie... Crystal Clear Truth - How can you trust when your own truth is a lie...
Three brothers. One missing mother. Not raised together, none of the brothers knows about the other. That is, until fate brings the youngest into the life of a former warrior-pirate. From the moment Luc decides to intervene and save a frightened child, nothing in his life will ever be the same.
If you like science fiction romance on the sweeter side, have an ache for wounded heroes, and admire heroines who don't wait around to be rescued... The Antonello Brothers series is for you.
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Excerpts
#1
- A Stolen Heart
A Stolen
Heart
In this scene, Luc and Senthys
are riding in Luc's hoversine (a limousine that flies right above the
ground). The word arcane conjures up magic and sorcery, but its
definition is "requiring secret or mysterious knowledge."
To Luc, who's an Arcane Master in the Thieves' Guild, those secrets
are the lifeblood of the skill. Here, he explains one of the basic
rules to Senthys, who is three. Pietas is the king, Luc's ex.
The boy swung his feet, which,
on the short rise of the hoversine's safety seat, meant he kicked the
main seat with his heels.
That was already old and it
had just started. Luc leaned down close to distract him. "Let's
learn some thief rules."
"Why?" Senthys
tilted his head. "Don't you already know them?"
Luc stopped himself from
reacting. After all, he was talking to a child, not that different
from talking to Pietas. "Yes, I do, and I'm going to teach them
to you. I told you there would be two rules inside the store and if
you obeyed them, you could pick out a toy."
"Oh. I 'member."
Like Luc, Senthys folded his hands before him. "Ready."
"You are to stay next to
me at all times. You may hold my hand if you like, but do not leave
me to look at things, or to see things unless I give you permission.
Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir."
"Say it back to me."
"Um..."
The boy fidgeted. "All of it?"
Luc decided against counting
for patience--to any number. "Tell me what you understood."
"Stay with you."
"Good! That's perfect."
The child bounced in his seat.
How delighted this boy was to
do well. Luc must encourage that. "The other rule is not to
steal anything in this store. Say it back to me."
"Don't steal in the
store?"
"That's right!" Luc
patted his hands together. "What a good job."
Senthys clapped, grinning.
"I'm going to tell you
something and I want you to always remember it. Honorable thieves do
not steal unless under contract. If an honorable thief cannot afford
something, then he must work a regular job to earn the money."
Luc placed a hand on the boy's arm. "My Deshai
are honorable. They do not take things without a contract.
Understand?"
"Yes, sir. Can I have a
contract?"
"You can have one when
you reach level thirteen. At that level, you can be hired
professionally."
"Are you level thirteen?"
Luc brushed at his sleeve.
"I'm level forty-eight."
"Oh." The boy nodded
as if impressed. "Is that better than thirteen?"
Amusing, however deflating
that might be. "Quite a bit better," Luc told him. "It's
the highest in the Guild. Arcane Master."
Senthys cocked his head. "Then
that's what I want to be. A Arcane Mister."
"Master," Luc
corrected, smiling. "Arcane Master."
"Arcane Master. I want to
be that. Brinn says I can be anything."
True words. Luc held up a
hand, reached across the seat, and Senthys high-fived him. "Your
brother is absolutely right."
#2
- Bro
Bro
In this scene from Bro, Senth
is playing with a new tool he acquired for work as a thief, a cloak
that makes him invisible. And he's about to test it on a room filled
with bullies--his peers.
Senth shook out the midnight
blue cloak. The garment resembled the previous cape he'd worn for
years, and had the standard lining with the Guild symbol, a skeleton
key behind a slashed circle. Supposedly, the cloth inside had the
same ability to view images and video. The back fell straight down
from his shoulders to the ground. Multiple pockets allowed him to
carry equipment and stash items. Hidden sleeves let him wear it as a
coat.
Best of all, it had room for
all his tools and lockpicks.
After slipping it on, he
pulled on gloves of the same material. When he lifted the hood, the
Nightstealth film embedded in the cloth activated.
His body disappeared.
For a moment, he had the
sensation of floating, and threw out his arms to steady himself.
Recalling his training, he closed his eyes to reorient himself, took
a deep, steadying breath and opened them.
The world stabilized.
The cloak had fooled him, but
how well would that sucker work on a group of thieves who'd been
training to use it for weeks?
Senth strode right through the
entrance to the Great Hall and straight to the thieves waiting in
line. Taking care not to disturb the air and cause a breeze where
none should be, he strolled along the crowd, looking each person in
the eye. The thrum of voices continued, unabated. He stepped back,
waved his arms. Jumped up and down.
Nada, zip, zilch, zero.
No one glanced his way.
No response.
No disturbance in the hive.
He'd been erased from the
room.
Senth pumped both fists in the
air.
His professors had droned on
about the layers of nano-reflector-whatevers and the history of its
development. Huge yawner. What mattered was it worked.
If this upgrade fooled copbots
as well as it did people, he'd live up to his guild name, Blue
Shadow. And how perfect was that?
Time to test it in public.
#3
- At The Mercy of Her Pleasure
At The
Mercy of Her Pleasure
In this scene from At the
Mercy of Her Pleasure by Kayelle Allen, NarrAy Jorlan has just met
Senth Antonello for the first time. She's taking it slow, sizing him
up for the job at hand. Usually, men are distracted by her
pheromones, but on this occasion, she finds herself on the distracted
side.
NarrAy crossed her legs,
exposing a good portion of her skin under the short dress. If she'd
been sitting opposite Senth, the length might have been welcome. But
his father lounged in that chair and Senth sat beside her on the
couch. Her position put her a little closer to him.
"Empress Destoiya
murdered my parents," NarrAy continued her story, "as
surely as if she'd been the one who shot them in the back. They were
scientists working on secret technology. When rumors got out that
they were planning to give their findings to the rebellion, the
Conqueror had them killed and then confiscated everything, including
their personal belongings. There was a locket my mother inherited
from my grandmother, which my grandmother inherited from her
grandmother. It's mine and I want it back."
#4
- For Women Only
For
Women Only
In this scene from For Women
Only, Khyff has received a notereader (a tablet-type device) filled
with information about his mother, who died when he was three. More
info is available to him, but at what price?
Khyff flung himself back in
his chair. Every time he and his brother talked, they ended up
arguing. Khyff rubbed his eyes. The pleasant meal they'd started lay
almost untouched and any appetite he'd had was gone.
It had taken seconds to read
the all too short bio of their mother that his brother was perusing.
Sileenya Antonello had run
away from home on Trien at age ten and been arrested for theft at
eleven. While still on probation, she'd disappeared at thirteen and
been arrested at age fourteen for unlicensed prostitution. When her
pregnancy test had come back positive, they'd placed her back on
probation. She'd run away again and been fifteen when she'd given
birth to Khyff.
Two years later she began
living with an armada-enlisted man who transferred to Felidae, taking
Sileenya and Khyff with him, but then he abandoned them. Her next
boyfriend addicted her to drugs and prostituted her to newly
recruited male Kin soldiers eager to spend their first pay to
experience sex with a human female. When she became pregnant, he
transferred off-planet, leaving them to fend for themselves.
An Elder of the Ruh clan found
Sileenya huddled in an alley during a thunderstorm, holding the
nearly lifeless Khyff in her arms. A scant month later, the Tzesar
of the Kin ordered
the halfbreed newborn destroyed, but the elder intervened and sold
Senth to slavers to save his life.
Sileenya and Khyff had been
cast into the streets.
Days later, she was dead by
her own hand and Khyff was a slave. Senth ended up at an orphanage
where he was later adopted by Luc Saint-Cyr.
Senth poked at the
notereader's buttons. "This thing is encrypted. What if the
Empress knows who my father is? Don't I have a right to know that?
You have to talk to her. Find out what she wants. Maybe she'll give
you the key."
"Destoiya's not going to
give me information without demanding a favor. I have nothing left to
give that woman. She's already taken way too much."
"Khyff, that's unfair. I
need this. You can't ice up and go all mental."
"What is that supposed to
mean?"
His brother growled, a
predatory cat sound that made the hair on Khyff's neck stand up. He
scrambled out of his chair and stepped back from the table.
"That"--Senth
pointed a finger at him--"is what I mean. I do anything Kin-like
and you freak. Get hold of yourself, Khyff. You're falling apart. The
brother I knew two years ago would've done whatever it took to find
out who his father was. He would've helped me find mine."
#5
- Crystal Clear Truth
Crystal
Clear Truth
In this scene from Crystal
Clear Truth, Shohn and Joe meet for dinner and to discuss how Shohn's
company, idBot, can help Joe find the person he's looking for.
Though she knew the answer,
Shohn asked, "How many doctorates do you hold, Joe?"
"Three. I always wanted
to research firestorms, so I have one in the new Firestorm Science,
directed by my father, one in Energy-and-Power Engineering, and one
in the old favorite for geologists, Fluvial Geomorphology."
"What is that last
about?"
"Characteristics and
configuration of land forms, and their evolution. My father wrote two
books in that field."Joe scooted his chair closer. "Is it
true that what I say to idBot stays with idBot?"
"It is. Like lawyers and
clergy."
"My father considered
firestorms not as random incidents." He chewed his lower lip,
his bright-blue gaze focused on Shohn. "Kin know when someone's
lying, isn't that right?"
"Yes. Human scent gives
them away. It's not impossible to lie to us without us knowing, but
it is rare."
"You'll know what I say
is the truth, correct?"
What was he getting at? Did he
plan to lie? Odd way to go about it, if so. "I would know
whether you believed something was true."
"Okay." Joe squared
his shoulders. "My father believed firestorms have a personal
agenda."
She considered those words.
"What you're saying is he thought the firestorms themselves were
planning where to strike."
"Yes. I know it sounds
crazy, but when you examine the evidence..." He sighed. "I
don't mean to sound condescending, but you wouldn't understand. There
are only a handful of people who would, and those few are all in the
TCF. But they refused to take him seriously."
If Saint-Cyr could hear this,
he would be cheering. Firestorms did indeed have their own agenda,
but this was the first time anyone other than an immortal had
recognized it.
Gaining Joe's trust might be
the key to carrying out both her missions.
Shohn laid back one ear. "I
imagine the TCF tried to silence him."
"They thought he'd lost
his mind. He and I debated his theory often, and we'd swap sides.
We'd each argue for, then against. We tried poking holes in it, but
it held. It frustrated him that the TCF considered his observations
'metaphysical' instead of scientific."
"They didn't appreciate
the balance between the two?"
"Not one bit." Joe
folded his hands on the table. "My dad literally wrote the book
on firestorms, and knew what he was talking about. They'd never dream
of letting him go, of course, even if they considered his later
theories quackery. I'm more careful about discussing the topic."
"You're saying that,
professionally, you have to be dishonest about your beliefs."
"Yes. At least, inside
the TCF. I don't talk about what I believe, and I document none of
what I do with the TCF. Dad's research was private, but they laid
claim to it when he died, and suppressed it. What they don't know is
that I have copies of everything in a secure location. His final
theories were ridiculed when he was alive, and now that he's gone,
they exist, officially, only in what we shared, what I remember, and
handwritten notes I've locked away."
About the Author
Kayelle Allen writes sci-fi and space opera with misbehaving robots, mythic heroes, role-playing immortal gamers, and warriors who purr. She is a US Navy veteran and has been married so long she's tenured.
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