Jet Mykles &#187; bondage

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Fox and Dragon is my first foray into futuristic technology. Like the Dark Elves series, it was born from some images that I made which can be seen in my gallery here. Dragon, especially, seemed to catch a lot of interest. This story is also my first obvious multi-cultural story, although in the story itself it’s Drake’s heritage that causes the issues, not either of their skin color.

BLURB:

Drake Ange is a Krystanni, which, in the eyes of most people in the known galaxies, makes him a pirate. Krystanni are known for flouting regulations and stealing from the government. Of course this isn’t true of all Krystanni, but it’s hard to dispel the rumor.

Beth Holliday, callsign Fox, is therefore surprised when Drake applies to join the Emirate Elite. The Elite are the security force of the government that controls the space stations ruling access to the known planets. Why would a hotshot want to join the Elite?

Beth is a professional. She trains for the Elite. She takes on the Kyrstanni as one of her recruits. Much to her dismay, she finds that the Kystanni is not only a genius pilot, he’s also gorgeous. It doesn’t help any that he offers to fuck her. For hours. Of course, she turns him down but she can’t stop thinking about him.

Then accusations of smuggling force Drake, callsign Dragon, to flee – and he steals her ship. It’s not just duty that sends her after him. No, it’s personal.

She has no idea just how personal until the Dragon corners the Fox in his lair. And he’s not letting her go until he gets what he’s wanted since that first offer.

Read an excerpt

Cover art by Anne Cain.

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Nominated for 2008 Best Space Opera Romance

REVIEWS:

Night Owl Romance Reviews – Rated 4.25
- “Fox and Dragon is an entertaining, light bondage, sexy sci-fi story, maybe something like a birthday cake with orange frosting on top. By the end of Fox and Dragon you may decide orange will be your new favorite color.”
- Reviewed by Dee
Coffee Time Romance - Rated 4 cups
- “Fox and Dragon is an entertaining, light bondage, sexy sci-fi story, maybe something like a birthday cake with orange frosting on top. By the end of Fox and Dragon you may decide orange will be your new favorite color.”
- Reviewed by Meme
Fallen Angel Reviews - 4 angels
- “Thanks goes to Ms. Mykles for such an action packed story that kept me on the edge of my seat to the very end.”
- Reviewed by Teresa
eCataromance Sensual – 4 stars
- “Jet Mykles captures the reader’s imagination with the description of the ship and the modification Dragon made to it. Needless to say, the sparks between Fox and Dragon were hot, hot, hot. It made me wish the story had been longer.”
- Reviewed by Racine
Just Erotic Romance Reviews - 3/4 stars
- “Fox and Dragon is a fast paced book that will be over long before you are ready for it to be.”
- Reviewed by Oleta M Blaylock
Love Romances and More – 5 hearts
- “Ms. Mykles is at her best! She delivers with Fox and Dragon a charismatic and captivating story, which is full of action and sexual steam. The world she created as the setting for her story is a fascinating one and this reviewer hopes that she will writes more stories in this universe.”
- Reviewed by Danny
Joyfully Reviewed – Recommended Read
- “Jet Mykles exceeds all expectations and she again brings another one of her fabulous creations to life!”
- Reviewed by Indy
Two Lips Reviews – 5 lips
- “This is one of the hottest books I have ever read and I will be rereading it many times in the future.”
- Reviewed by Tara Renee

Cupid’s Library Reviews – Plot factor = 4.5 Cupids, Pleasure factor = 4.5 Cupids
- “I was left panting for more and was never disappointed”
- Reviewed by Kim

Dark Elves I: Taken

jetmykles — Mon, 28 May 2007 22:06:31 +0000

Released March 22, 2005

Pairing: m/f, f/m/f

Available in print at Amazon

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Available in ebook at Barnes & Noble

BLURB:

Diana is infuriated, humiliated… insanely aroused. Who do these black-skinned, white-haired, sex-oozing devils think they are making her into a broodmare and sex-slave? She won’t do it. Who cares if the damned elves were created as sex toys for a goddess? Or if each and every dark elf that visits her is a well-trained, exquisite lover. Or if Commander Salin makes her mind and body hum with desire and pleasure she’s never before experienced? She won’t submit. She won’t. Will she?

Salin’s men have all had their turn trying to tame the hellcat swordswoman. To a man, they’ve brought her to the heights of ecstasy but they’ve all had to rely on trickery or mystical attraction to bring her to heel. Even now, she refuses to submit and accept her new life. Never has a woman been so much trouble. Never has a woman so fired his blood. He will have her. He must.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be used, pleasured… Taken?

Original cover art by me.

Updated cover art (2009) by Anne Cain.

Read an excerpt

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REVIEWS

Cupid’s Library Review – Cupid Plot Factor: 4.5. Cupid Pleasure Factor: 5.0
- “I was hot and bothered by the first chapter!… This one is a keeper!”
- Reviewed by Luisa

Cupid’s Library Review – 2nd review – Cupid Plot Factor: 4.5. Cupid Pleasure Factor: 4.5
- “Simple but very enticing.”
- Reviewed by Birka

Just Erotic Romance Reviews (JERR) – 4/5 stars
- “I was surprised that Ms. Mykles could turn what I thought would be a pure sex-fest into a touching romance. And damned if I didn’t love that!”
- Reviewed by Dani Jacquel

Just Erotic Romance Reviews (JERR) – 2nd review – 5 stars
- “The love scenes are explicitly detailed and so hot and steamy that I would not have been surprised to see smoke rise from the pages…”
- Reviewed by Susan White

Enchanted In Romance (link no longer available) – Four 1/2 Unicorns
- “Take one hot onyx colored elf who has your every pleasure in mind, a feisty passionate woman who has to accept the passions available to her and you have an exciting erotica offering sure to please the most discerning fan…”
- Reviewed by Rachelle

eCataRomance (link no longer available) – Four 1/2 Unicorns
- “….Ms. Mykles was able to fuel my imagination and leave me gasping for more.”
- Reviewed by Sheryl

The Romance Review Spot – Five stars
- “Erotic, edgy, and innovative…”
- Reviewed by Lisa

Romance Junkies – Blue Ribbon Rating: 4.5
- “….grips you with the first page and keeps you riveted to the very end.”
- Reviewed by Claudia McRay

Fallen Angel Reviews – 4 angels
- “….a delightfully wicked romp through the darker side of sex.”
- Reviewed by Joletta

A Romance Review – 4 roses
- “Mykles is not afraid to push the envelope in order to create a story that captivates the reader.”
- Reviewed by Rho

The Road to Romance
- “…will require something cool to be on hand when reading it.”
- Reviewed by Claudia

Coffee Time Romance – 5 cups
- “Once readers get over the shocking plot, they will love how the story progresses.”
- Reviewed by Anya Khan

Love Romances (link no longer available) – 4 hearts
- “….full of erotically charged scenes full of passion and sensual delight.”
- Reviewed by Dawn

Scarlet Scribe (link no longer available) – 4 Wickedly Hot Licks, a Recommended Read
- “The author has a seductive voice throughout the book.”
- Reviewed by Jade Rivers

Joyfully Reviewed (link no longer available)
- “Ms.Mykles has created an erotic blend of dominance and submission and sensuality that had me turning the pages wanting more.”
- Reviewed by Dee Valentine

Enchanted Ramblings – 6 magical wands
- “Taken is a story filled with compelling characters and a world crafted so well you feel as if you are there…”
- Reviewed by Astraea

The Best Reviews
- “Wow!”
- Reviewed by Barb Hicks

Literary Nymphs Reviews – 5 nymphs
- “Jet Mykles has a wonderful writing style. Those who enjoy the genre will be glad they picked up a copy of Taken.”
- Reviewed by Scandalous Minx

EXCERPT – Fox and Dragon

jetmykles — Sun, 22 Apr 2007 01:01:03 +0000

Inspired by this series of images in my gallery

Also my first (and only to date) futuristic story.

Available in ebook from Barnes & Noble

BLURB:

Drake Ange is a Krystanni, which, in the eyes of most people in the known galaxies, makes him a pirate. Krystanni are known for flouting regulations and stealing from the government. Of course this isn’t true of all Krystanni, but it’s hard to dispel the rumor.

Beth Holliday, callsign Fox, is therefore surprised when Drake applies to join the Emirate Elite. The Elite are the security force of the government that controls the space stations ruling access to the known planets. Why would a hotshot want to join the Elite?

Beth is a professional. She trains for the Elite. She takes on the Kyrstanni as one of her recruits. Much to her dismay, she finds that the Kystanni is not only a genius pilot, he’s also gorgeous. It doesn’t help any that he offers to fuck her. For hours. Of course, she turns him down but she can’t stop thinking about him.

Then accusations of smuggling force Drake, callsign Dragon, to flee – and he steals her ship. It’s not just duty that sends her after him. No, it’s personal.

She has no idea just how personal until the Dragon corners the Fox in his lair. And he’s not letting her go until he gets what he’s wanted since that first offer.

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The clanging alarm jolted Drake out of his light slumber. Dressed only in his skivvies, he bolted from the small bedchamber, down a short hall, and up the steep, narrow stairs into the cockpit. The shieldscreen showed him open space. Whatever threat had set off the alarm was either out of visual range or something internal.

Wiping sleep from his eyes, he dropped into the pilot seat and visually scanned over the instrument panel. Ah! An enemy ship approaching from starboard, fresh from hyper jump. He opened hailing frequencies, determined not to fall into the trap Dana had last month by shooting first, only to learn that she’d taken out a friendly tanker.

But this simulated enemy didn’t hail. It came barreling toward him. His sim-veeby’s alarm beeped, and bright flashes were his split-second warning that he was under attack. A firm grip on the flightstick took him into a roll, letting the missiles flash past. He opened frequency again and took evasive measures as he hailed the other craft, inquiring its purpose. He wasn’t going to let Fox nail him for not trying to avoid the fight before he dove in.

“This one’s just you and me, Dragon,” came a familiar voice over the comm.

His jaw dropped. His blood tingled, and she almost caught him with her next volley. “Fox?”

“Come on, kid. Show me what you’ve got.”

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Stupid! Fox knew this was idiotic. She was Ange’s trainer. She was supposed to be helping him, not fighting him. But after months of guiding him, admiring his natural abilities, and watching him grow, she simply had to know.

This late-night attack was her best opportunity. It was unorthodox, although not entirely out of the realm of acceptability. Ange was in his third night of continual simulation, going through the motions of a week-long mission. It was training regulations for her to throw a sim opponent or two at him at unexpected times. After all, that could very likely happen in real life. It was quite out of the ordinary, however, for her to attack from another sim-cockpit. In normal procedures, she should send a computerized scenario his way. But it was late at night, no one else was around, and she was dying to fly against him.

He twisted out of range of her fire, and she sped after him. She’d watched him enough in the past months to know that there was no way to predict his moves. Part of his genius was that his actions were a constant surprise. Like the one that spun him around and behind her. Cursing, she flipped over and barely evaded his return fire.

They danced. It was as best as she could describe it. She was rusty on the flightstick, but more than held her own. He had a larger craft and a load of cargo to hinder him. But for that, they flew around each other in a tango through simulated sky. He fired; she rolled. He spun and she dove. She couldn’t have told who led this dance, but quickly lost any particular desire to win. This was far more enjoyable, the joy of flight with the danger of destruction.

In fairness, she’d attacked from a regular sim and not from the trainers’ booth. That meant that she couldn’t monitor him. She was as blind to his words and reactions as a true enemy would be.

They danced for hours, it seemed, neither letting up. In actuality, it couldn’t have been more than an hour. Battles just didn’t last that long. But it seemed he was getting as much of a kick out of the flight as she was. At one point, she realized that neither of them were really firing seriously, only doing so to make the other speed away in order to follow.

Her sim’s instrument panel told her that it would soon have to end. She was running out of fuel, and he would have to switch to his next tank. His veeby was better equipped for the long haul, but she hoped he was watchful. He still needed fuel to get him through the next few days.

She geared herself up and fought in earnest, hitting his dorsal wing. It wasn’t anything that would disable him, but it slowed him. When he hit her tail rudder, it took her by surprise. Cursing, she tried to compensate, but his hit had been much more solid than hers.

Laughing in sheer adrenaline joy, she opened the frequency between them. “Good show, Dragon. I’ll surrender this one.” Then took herself into a hyper jump and out of his space.

Because she’d rigged it, her evasion into hyperspace clipped off the simulation. She didn’t need to go through the proper shutdown or docking sequence. She sat back in the pilot’s seat as the pod settled into its cradle.

Incredible! She hadn’t felt like that in years. She did miss part of active duty. Flying like that, for the sheer joy of it, put an ache of remorse in her heart. But the flying wasn’t everything. The fact that she’d left the playing field without finishing him off — or letting him finish her off — perfectly illustrated why she was no longer an active fighter pilot. She lived for flying, not for killing. Unfortunately, in real life, the two went hand in hand.

She left the simpod, glad to see that the pit was still deserted. She gazed across the darkened area at the larger pods that held her recruits during their week-long trials. The third from the right held Drake. She glanced at the training booth. She could go there and see what he was doing. How he was reacting to her surprise visit. Was he cursing her? Was he wasting fuel trying to find her, or had he stayed on course? The trainer in her wanted to check. The woman in her did not. Seeing him right now with the adrenaline coursing through her system would be … bad. Just the fact that she ached to see him, that her sex was wet just from the thought, turned her toward the door and out of the simpit.

Breathing deep in an effort to steady her heart, Beth emerged into the relatively deserted hallways outside of the simpit. It was still a few hours before the “day” began on Rainier, so she made it back to her quarters without seeing hardly a soul.
Alone in her quarters, she didn’t even bother to turn on the main lights. She stripped in the dim blue of the track lights along the ceiling, then flopped back onto her bed.

Her body was keyed up. Her skin tingled. Her palm itched with the want to wrap around a flightstick. She hadn’t flown like that in years. No, ever. Even the real battles she’d fought had been nothing like it. Ange had caught on. Despite the fact that she “attacked” him, he’d danced with her. She really should scold him for not taking her out, for not fighting in earnest. But she wouldn’t. If he told no one, then no one needed to know. Of course, he would tell someone. She couldn’t imagine he wouldn’t. But she couldn’t worry about it tonight.

Closing her eyes, she slid a hand down her bare belly to rest on the neatly trimmed curls guarding her sex. Here, in the dark of her own rooms, was the only place she could give in to the fantasy. She wanted Ange. She wanted to know if that creamy pale skin was as silky as it looked. She wanted to know if he fucked with as much skill as he flew, if he had a natural instinct for that as well. Groaning, she slid fingers into her sex, smearing wetness up and around her aching clit. Would he be as fiery as that blazing hair promised?

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EXCERPT – Dark Elves II: Mastered

Jet Mykles — Tue, 14 Jun 2005 23:35:07 +0000

Mastered is the sequel to Taken. Also was inspired and plotted out through a series of images that can still be seen in my image gallery. Please note that the blurbs on the images are similar to but not the same as what’s in the published ebook.This one’s a bit darker than the first, I think.

Available in print at Amazon

Available in print at Barnes & Noble

Available in ebook at Barnes & Noble

BLURB:

Suzana has lost all she held dear–her family dead at sea, she, a musical mage of noble birth, has been taken by slavers. Alone, bereft, she can do nothing but mourn. But then the traders’ caravan is overtaken in the Dark Forest by the mysterious raedjour who are determined to take the one thing she still calls her own: her body.

Suzana’s capture is cause for celebration amongst the raedjour–virgins are highly prized, and a tournament is held for the honor of taking her maidenhead. And once it is taken, she will be passed to a different warrior every nine days until she finds her truemate.

From the moment he saw her, Krael knew Suzana was his to conquer. Her soft body incites the lust he’s honed over many cycles to pleasure and train women. He’ll have her body, yes, but he has no interest in being her truemate. Until another, Krael’s king, is determined to take her, then Krael grows determined to master her for his very own.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be used, pleasured… Mastered?

Suzana ran. Shadowy branches reached out to grab her and rocks burst forth from the ground to trip her. She fell often, but picked herself up and continued.

Stupid! She railed at herself, even as she continued. She had only the scant clothes on her back, no food and no survival skills. She did not have the key to the belt around her waist. Nor was her body fit for such exercise. She fully expected a huge, wild animal to come crashing down on her at any moment and end her life.

In fact, she welcomed the idea. Her entire family was gone. Everyone she had loved. Gone in a shipwreck she had somehow managed to survive. By rights, she should be dead as well. Deep in the depths of Lir’s watery embrace.

She stumbled again, fell to her face and tasted dirt. Stunned, she lay for a moment, catching her breath. Her fingers dug into the scrabbly grass as she tried desperately to think what to do.

Weight descended on her. She screamed, instantly struggling, but went nowhere. Shadows encased her wrists, pinning them to the ground and a solid mass straddled her hips, imprisoning her without smothering her.

Her screams stopped abruptly when a sheet of white came hissing down from the shadow above her. Shocked, she watched it catch the scant moonlight, glowing faintly blue as it curtained her and the shadow above her.

A dark chuckle sounded over her head. “Caught you, little one,” said a voice that resonated in her very spine. Slowly, she twisted her neck to see his face, which loomed just above her left ear. Even in the meager light, she could see his strong features and she could just make out the lightning tattoo that criss-cut his features. He smiled, flashing white teeth from between ebony lips.

Suzana felt her existence halt. Her entire self lost itself in those eyes, eyes she was suddenly obsessed with seeing in the light so she could know their color. Her body heated and reality faded away. Her nostrils filled with the strangely exciting scent of him, unlike any other male she had ever encountered.

His grin faded, burned away by the heat of his gaze. In one swift, sudden move, he backed up and flipped her over. Before she knew what had happened, the length of her front was pressed against the hard mass of his body. Only her clothes separated them as he was gloriously bare from the waist up. Instinct rolled her hips to rub her aching center against his flat belly, the short tunic riding up her hips. But the horrid metal of the chastity belt covered her pleasure and denied her the touch she sought.

“What’s you’re name?” he demanded, the fingers of his big hands spearing the hair at either side of her head to force her to face him. Not that she wanted to look away.

“Suzana,” she breathed, fascinated by one, short stray lock of white that drifted down from the crown of his head to caress her cheek.

“Suzana,” he rumbled, bending his head to seal their lips.

Suzana had never been kissed. Not like this. Not by a man. Even her suggested suitors back home had only kissed her cheek or hand. No man had ever before crushed his mouth to hers, stolen her breath by inhaling it himself.

He pulled back slightly, “Open your mouth.”

She did, more out of surprise than anything else. Instantly, his tongue plunged in, shocking a groan from deep in her chest. She pulsed upon hearing an echoing purr from him. He took from her and she could only lie and accept. And enjoy. Oh, he tasted good!

Her hands sailed up the slick skin of his arms to find the wealth of hair that hung from his head. Gods of Water, he smelled good! His calloused hands slid from her face, down her sides, to command her hips. His fingers slid in under the metal panel between her thighs, stroking her dripping core. Her gasp was lost in his groan.

“Krael!”

She heard the voice only distantly. Her hands had filled themselves with silky white hair, clutching it near his head as his fingers struggled to enter her body.

“Krael!”

Abruptly, he tore from her. Eyes open, she shuddered at the fierce growl that vibrated in his chest, matched by the snarl on his upraised face.

He was beautiful!

“Krael, you can’t take her like this.”

Again the snarl as he glared at someone over her head. Someone she irrationally hated for interrupting their tryst.

“Leave off, Radin.”

“I can’t do that.”

Krael growled, his lips peeling back from his teeth just like a caged black jaguar she had once seen. Unable to help herself, she whimpered.

Distracted by the sound, Krael’s attention returned to her. He instantly forgot the other man’s presence, again bending his head toward Suzana.

Eagerly, she parted her lips, anticipating his kiss. Unfortunately, she fell unconscious before he could touch her.

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EXCERPT – Dark Elves I: Taken

Jet Mykles — Fri, 25 Mar 2005 23:18:34 +0000

Taken is my very first published work. It was inspired and plotted out through a series of images that can still be seen in my image gallery. Please note that the blurbs on the images are similar to but not the same as what’s in the published ebook.The ebook can be found here: