REAL LOVE is another novella in the Candy Hearts series. This one is a little different; it's a sweet futuristic romance. At just 52 pages it can probably be consumed in one sitting, which is a good thing since you probably won't be able to put it down!
Since it's Clothes Make the Character Monday, Charlotte wants to tell us a little about her character's unusual garments. REAL LOVE releases today, January 18, 2016. Happy release day, Charlotte!
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Monda picked up a small triangle of thin black cloth. Made of fine fabric and full of tiny holes, the beautiful workmanship could not possibly offer any warmth or protection.
“What is this?”
“That’s a thong. Underwear. You wear it under you pants.”
Monda examined the item. “Do you wear thongs like this?”
“My undergarments have a little more to them. Winnie pays a lot more for her undergarments, and gets a lot less.”
Near the end of REAL LOVE, our heroine, Monda, changes from her traditional ankle-length tunic and cowl into a sheer blouse, sexy leggings, and the undergarments above. A difficult and uncomfortable change for many of us, I feel her ability to adapt speaks to the idea that in Monda’s old life it would have been expected for her to be willing and open to the traditions and desires of her new master.
The discarding of her old-world tunic and cowl¬—a decision of her own choosing—is a metaphor to the shedding of her old life.
As a young girl, Monda was placed into the tutelage of Mistress Teevac. Trained to use her empathic skills and educated in the ways to please a man, Monda is on her way to her new mate and master when her spaceship crashes. Rescued by a handsome space lieutenant, who literally makes her heart race, Monda’s eyes and heart are opened to new possibilities.
When Lieutenant Patrick Lancaster looks at the exotic Monda, he sees beautiful not alien. With an instinct to protect her and the desire to have her, he’d be honored to call her his own, but the starts have something else in mind. Or do they?
Her face more angular than most. Her lips, thick. A constant pout, like she waited to be kissed. When he looked at her big blue eyes and long blue eyelashes, he thought exotic, not alien.
“Monda.” He reached to wipe the tear. No, it was not his place. He shoved his hand into his pocket.
“I didn’t mean you. I don’t think of you as alien. I meant other aliens, like the green guys from Salvador. Have you seen them? About a meter high with pointed teeth. You can’t tell the males from the females except when they have their armor off.” He wanted to pull her into a hug. To comfort her and show her how sorry he felt. But she was promised to another, and while he might be an idiot, his mother also raised him as a gentleman. “Really, Monda, I’m sorry.”
“I know,” she whispered.
“What I mean is you’re an alien but not an alien. You don’t look like an alien. Of course any guy would be honored to have a girlfriend like you.”
“Any guy, but you.”
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