Syn Sinclair is one of the women taken from Earth to Sarran to replenish the fem population. While still en route on the Brightstar, Syn meets the Sarran Elder, TeZaron and thinks he looks down on her because of her checkered past. Upon landing, Nafer, TeZaron and TeBron’s offspring, recognizes Syn as his “Mommie,” something the Elders didn’t realize because of the mind blocks they had placed on each other to ensure the success of the mission to Earth.
Syn, a former prostitute and drug addict, left home at sixteen because she was sexually abused by her father and his friends. She made it out of the gutter and into the halls of higher education, getting her Masters in Psychology with a specialization in PTSD. Now she’s afraid her WarriorPair won’t accept her because of her past. As soon as they bring her to their home, she works to gain their respect.
Supported by her WarriorPair and their son Nafer, Syn settles into her new household with grace and energy. She is happy, very happy, except for one niggling doubt. Although she knows her Warriors have accepted her, she worries how others will view her new social position on Sarran. In particular, a fem from Syn’s past lets everyone know she’s unfit to BondStir with the High Lords. Madeline Dixon-Howard sees Syn as a blight on the new society.
Additionally, an even deeper evil is hiding in the Sarran government. Someone has sold information to the roach-like Zyptz, someone who planted a bomb and listening devices in the homes. Someone doesn’t want Earth women to mix into the Sarran genepool. Syn’s insights as a psychologist combined with her new Psy powers just might help her Warriors find out who the traitors are and devise a plan to capture them.
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::It is our duty to prepare our fem for the evening. Back in the days before the Clan Wars there were fem who took care of the bonded of princes and Elders. After the Clan War, the Goddess Ulna declared that all Warriors must serve their fem in every way.::
“You don’t have to do that for me.” Syn said, her voice small.
“Yes, Pa Chette, we do.”
“This is the main suite of the house. We were not going to move here until after the bonding, but circumstances … ” Bron shrugged.
“After Nara passed, we couldn’t bear to be here. Now we can start fresh and make new memories. All the bedding, hangings, pictures and mirrors have been replaced. Everything is new for you, our Syn.”
Zaron began to rifle through the clothing the armoire. She knew she had no clothing this morning. At least nothing that fine. She heard water running; since Bron disappeared she assumed he was running the bath.
“Where did all this clothing come from?” She joined Zaron and peeked in at the rows and rows of gowns in fabulous fabrics in all colors.
“Is it customary for Warriors to pick out clothing for their fem?” Syn picked through the gowns.
“In the sense that we love to dress you in the finest material we can afford. The styles are all Sarran. We had the tailor make some up using your clothing as a guide to size. We would like you to have some Earthen gowns as well, but we are not aware of the styles and therefore must find the styles with which you are comfortable although we had some made up from a catalog.”
::And they’ll fit Mommie, I promise,:: Nafer added.
“Naffie, this is a ritual that we do for Mommie. It is not your place to be here. You should be with Garlance getting ready.” Zaron tuned, giving him a stern look for which he earned a pout.
“She’s my mommie too!” Naffie stormed.
Syn knelt down in front of him. “Zadda and Poppie want to teach me Sarran customs. This is the first time and I think they want to be alone with me for the ritual dressing.” She cocked an eye at Zaron.
“This is true, offspring.”
Naffie looked even sadder.
“However,” Syn said, “I have some jewelry from my grandmother and maybe Zadda and Poppie might let you help with that.” Little eyes brightened.
“May I?” he asked, eyes begging to be included.
::Yes, you may,:: both of his sires answered.
“You are very good with him, Pa Syn,” Bron said with sincerity in his golden eyes.
“He is an intelligent, exuberant boy who needs a female … uhm, fem to soften him and make him more responsive to requests.”
::We all do, Pa Chette, we all need your gentle touch. Allow us to pamper you. To us you are a gift from the Goddess, one we needed but never expected to receive. To have you with us gives us, including Naffie, great joy.:: Zaron stepped out of the bathing chamber.
“May we undress you?” Each Warrior put a hand on a shoulder. Bron kissed her in the hollow below her chin, while Zaron caressed the back of her neck. Syn shivered. She never felt such love and care.
“Yes,” she murmured as her whole body became sensitive to their touch.
Zaron lifted her T-shirt over her head. Bron knelt and unfastened the button of her jean shorts and struggled with the zipper.
“What is this contraption? Is it designed to inhibit lovemaking?” Bron asked, exasperation clearly apparent in his voice?”
Syn kissed his head. “No, it is a familiar Earthen device to keep pants closed.” She showed him how to pull down the zipper.
As he pulled down her jeans, he noticed a scar just at her hip. “How did this come about?”
Syn smiled sadly, “My father, you would call him my sire, did this to me when he threw me out of the house.”
“Does he still live?” Zaron’s voice adopted a menacing tone.
“Yes, I think so, but he is of no concern. He hasn’t been in my life for the last twelve of Earth’s years.”
“The man needs branding as a torturer of fem,” Zaron growled. “A Warrior who harms a fem commits the worse crime on Sarran, followed only by abuse of an offspring and murder.”
“… and treason,” Bron added.
Syn sighed, “That is not the way of Earth.”
Bron kissed the scar. “We shall have the healer fix it, if that is what you wish. You should have no reminder of such horror.”
A tear slid down Syn’s cheek. “I swear I have cried more tears of happiness on Sarran with you in six hours than ever before in my life.”
“That is how it should be.” Bron took off her sandals and she lifted one small foot at a time to allow him to remove her jeans. Zaron unfastened her bra and took the straps off her shoulders. “What are these marks?”
“Uh, I am overly endowed and the bra straps cut into my shoulders.”
“You are perfect.” Bron reached up to palm her breasts, kissing each tip. He rolled down her panties and took them from beneath her feet. He stood, and asked Zaron, “May I have this privilege.” Bron looked at his bonded.
“Yes my Dearest. The rest we do together.”
About A.C. Katt
I live in Rio Rancho, New Mexico, The Land of Enchantment. We moved here from New Jersey five years ago and we love it. I live with my husband and a cat who seems to be attached to my leg. I spend my days on the recliner with my laptop on my knees and the cat laying on my legs.
We have four children and nine grandchildren, all back east. I started writing six years ago and although it’s tough sometimes to get those words on a blank page, I persist because I love it.
Also by A.C. Katt
The Sarrans, Book 1, The Sarran Plague, Book 2 Living With Syn – JMS Books
Indiscreet: A Matter of Trust, Jack’s Back, Cisco’s Boy and Bull’s Whip. MLR Press
Shattered Glass, Flowers and Chocolates – MLR Press
Interview with Holly Hewson
HH: AC, thank you for talking with us at The Romance Studio. Your featured book is Living With Syn. Where did you get the idea for this sizzling romance?
AC: Syn was a secondary character in The Sarran Plague. She needed her own story I saw where Syn was going while writing The Sarran Plague.
HH: What do you like best about Syn and why will readers like her?
AC: Syn is a fighter. She beat back sexual abuse from her father and ran away from her pimp and kicked her heroin habit cold turkey. After this she went to school and got a PhD in psychology. Syn is beautiful. She looks like Marilyn Monroe but has no sense of her own self worth.
HH: What do you like best about her warriors and why will readers love them?
AC: TeZaron comes from a line of princes and TeBron comes from the blacksmith’s forge. It seemed like a very strange pairing but Bron is a brilliant engineer and earned his title as High Lord just as Zaron had to do. The two and their offspring, Naffie, lost their fem and a femspring plus a bebe all of whom died of the plague. Instead of getting time to mourn their dead, they were only in their early thirties and had to run the planet and the war, there was no one else who had their expertise. Both Warriors are astounded that they were able to bond again and have a stronger bond with Syn then they had with their fem Nara. They attempt to pamper Syn from the moment they know she’s theirs and Syn doesn’t know how to deal with kindness.
HH: What makes this work different from your other stories?
AC: Most of my work is m/m. This and The Sarran Plague are true Triads, m/m/f. All of my other stories are contemporary, this story is science fiction/fantasy.
HH: What else do you have in store for lucky readers?
AC: Another novel in the Indiscreet Series Gary’s Choice is coming out in May. I am also working on the third novel in The Sarrans Series.
HH: What do you enjoy most about being an author?
AC: I enjoy working with my laptop on my recliner sitting in my monkey pajamas. What other job can you have where you can do that.
HH: What experience or experiences in your writing career have defined you to this point?
AC: My first novel was The Sarran Plague which turned into a series and my second novel A Matter of Trust turned into the Indiscreet Series. I never thought I would get past the first novel and now I have eight published novels. I’m floored.
HH: What goals have you set for yourself at this point in your career?
AC: I want to write another standalone novel like Shattered Glass.
HH: What do you enjoy reading?
AC: I really take a busman’s holiday by reading quite a bit of m/m fiction. I also read popular novels and science fiction.
HH: Where can readers find you online?