Karen’s Killer Book Bench: Introducing Warlord Dax, Hero of MATED TO THE BEAST by Grace Goodwin


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After two of her brothers are killed in battle with the relentless alien menace that threatens the entire Interstellar Coalition, Sarah Mills volunteers to join the fight in an effort to bring home her last surviving brother. When she is mistakenly processed as a bride rather than a soldier, however, she rejects the match. But her mate has other ideas…

Dax is an Atlan warlord, and like all the men of his race, a primal beast lurks within him, ready to emerge in the fury of battle or the heat of the mating fever. When he learns that his bride has chosen to fight on the front lines rather than share his bed, he sets out to track her down and take what the beast demands.

Sarah is none too pleased when a massive brute claiming to be her mate arrives suddenly in the midst of a battle, and her displeasure turns to fury when Dax’s presence disrupts her mission and leads to the capture of her brother. But after her commanding officer refuses to authorize a rescue mission, Sarah’s best hope of saving the only family she has left is to accept Dax’s offer to help, even if that means giving herself to him in return.

Though he is thrilled to have located his wayward bride, Dax quickly discovers that Sarah is nothing like the meek, submissive women of his world. If he wants her, he will have to tame her, with a firm hand applied to her bare bottom if necessary. But Dax doesn’t just want Sarah, he needs her. Can she satisfy the fearsome beast within him before he loses control completely?

Publisher’s Note: Mated to the Beast is a stand-alone book set in the same world as Assigned a Mate, Mated to the Warriors, Claimed by Her Mates, and Taken by Her Mates. It is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.



Editor’s Note: Content edited for PG-13, language

Dax, Battleship Brekk, Sector 592, The Front

“It’s over. The match has been made.” The voice came from beside me and I didn’t need to turn my head to know it was the same medical officer who irritated me earlier by talking overly much.

“Are you certain you completed the testing?” I barked. “I don’t remember anything.”

Nothing had happened except I now had vague memories that lingered in the back of my mind, and a painfully hard erection straining to escape my armored pants. I’d been dragged directly from the battlefield to the medical unit, and the hard casing of the ground armor made my condition incredibly painful. With my hands restrained, it wasn’t as if I could even shift to a less agonizing position.

The medical officer stepped over to stand near my hip, where I could see him. His voice sounded vaguely bored and routine. “You were put into a trance sequence. Do you remember any of it?”

“Not much. Shadows. The memories are vague.” I closed my eyes. I remembered holding a woman down, her cries of pleasure, the powerful thrust of my hips as the beast took what belonged to him.

“Shadows? That’s why you are harder than my ion pistol?” the commander commented.

“Most males do not recall much of the processing data. Their higher levels of aggression during a ritual mating tend to obscure the experience.”

I tried to process what he wasn’t saying. “And the women? They go through the same process?”

He nodded enthusiastically as he removed a sensor from my temple. “Oh, yes. But the brides tend to recall everything.” He cleared his throat. “Down to the most minute sensory detail.”

Commander Deek laughed. “So, the males rut and walk away, and the females remember every detail forever so they can hold it against us later.” He slapped me on the shoulder, hard. “Sounds about right for a mate.”

“It is a consistent result of the testing,” the man commented, “not a judgment on females in general.”

I closed my eyes and sighed, ignoring the throbbing pulse of lust in my body. If I saw my mate right now, and knew she was mine, I’d leap off this table, rip her clothing from her body, and impale her as I trapped her beneath me on this hard floor until she had so many orgasms that she begged me stop.

To anyone not of Atlan, it would sound barbaric, but we gave our mates what they needed, and they needed to know who they belonged to.

My body pulsed and I growled, eager to find her. Now that I knew she was out there, ready for me, the beast tugged even harder to be free, to take what was his.

I was closer to the edge than I realized. With a supreme act of will, I reined in my need and focused on the conversation flowing around me as the medical officer spoke to Commander Deek.

“…it is often a sign of… compatibility before the bride’s transport begins.”

“Begin the transport then,” I growled. “I am ready.”

The doctor’s assistant jumped and went to work at a wall screen near my feet, his gaze darting frantically from one item to another as his fingers flew over the controls. “Oh, um… yes. Well.”

I tilted my head and looked up at him. He was a large warrior, not the size of an Atlan or Prillon fighter, but not small either. He’d been overly talkative, as most medical crew tended to be, but he wasn’t just chatting now, he was flustered for some reason. Here I was, strapped to this table, torn between the need to find my mate and rip another Hive soldier to pieces, as he fumbled with the controls as if he’d never used them before. His ineptitude did not make it easier for me to maintain control.

“Let me get the doctor.” The man dashed off before either of us could question him. In seconds, he was back with the small female doctor, her lush curves emphasized by the standard dark green instead of the assistant’s gray. But I was too far gone to respect her knowledge or experience, or the fact that she very likely outranked me. I saw only a woman with ripe curves. I couldn’t think beyond that.

“I am Doctor Rone. I have just been told that while your match has been made, there is a slight complication.”

My hands curled into fists and I fought against the tight restraints as the beast within raged, unhappy with this news. “What is the complication?” My voice was clipped and sharp.

The doctor cleared her throat and looked down at a data stream flowing across the portable tablet she carried. “Warlord Dax, your matched mate is a human woman from a planet called Earth. Her name is Sarah Mills. She is twenty-seven years of age, fertile, and meets all coalition bride processing requirements, but one.”

Sarah Mills. Sarah Mills was mine. I looked at the back side of the tablet, eager for a look at my mate. “I would see her likeness.”

The doctor shrugged, as if it made no difference to her, and held out the tablet so that I could see the dark-haired beauty staring out from the data screen. She was stunning and elegant, with delicate lines, arched brows, and a strong jaw more refined than any Atlan female’s. Her long dark hair curved in waves and came to rest just below her shoulders. Her pink mouth looked ripe for kissing… or more. The sight of her intense, dark eyes made my mating fever so much harder to control. She was mine, and I wanted her now. Right now. “Where is she?”

The doctor averted her gaze and stepped back, the tablet held protectively against her waist as she looked at Commander Deek for permission to speak.

What the f*^k was going on with my mate?

“Where. Is. She?” I bellowed the question and all eyes in the medical station turned with curiosity in our direction. I tensed as the male Prillon doctor stepped in our direction, prepared to fight my way out of here if necessary. My little female doctor waved him off, apparently confident I wouldn’t cause harm even though I was ready to rip this ship apart if the doctor didn’t answer me.

Commander Deek rubbed his eyes and shook his head. We both knew this wasn’t going to be good. “You’d better just tell us, doc.”

The small female doctor remained composed, which was remarkable since my anger and frustration were setting off alarms across an entire wall of biological monitoring equipment. “I’m afraid she was reassigned—to a combat unit.”

Share in the adventure as Warlord Dax tracks down and claims his wayward bride in Mated to the Beast!

Want to read more?! Come back to Karen’s Killer Book Bench blog on Thursday, August 11 for an excerpt in the heroine, Sarah Mills’ POV (point of view)!

Meet Author Grace Goodwin

読書Grace Goodwin blasted onto the sci-fi romance scene in 2016 with five consecutive #1 erotic bestsellers. Don’t miss her Interstellar Bride series – mail-order brides in space.

Assigned a Mate, Mated to the Warriors, Claimed by Her Mates, Taken by Her Mates, and Mated to the Beast.  Each book is a stand-alone erotic romance with an HEA. 


Links to Grace’s website, blog, books, etc.

Amazon: http://amzn.to/2aG8fL6

NOOK: http://goo.gl/mLWGnr

ARe: https://goo.gl/bUUXPr

Google Play: https://goo.gl/NUH3tz

iBooks: https://goo.gl/5NR8tv

Kobo: https://goo.gl/zkRngG


Thank you, Grace, for sharing your story with us.

Don’t miss the chance to read this book!

3 thoughts on “Karen’s Killer Book Bench: Introducing Warlord Dax, Hero of MATED TO THE BEAST by Grace Goodwin”

  1. Good morning, Grace, and welcome to Book Bench for Romance Lovers. I love the premise of this story! I don’t read much erotic but I want to read Dax and Sarah’s story. 🙂 Thanks for stopping by to share their story with us.

  2. Thanks to Karen and Grace for the introduction and interview/excerpt.
    Although I read paranormal, it’s not up this alley, more humorous paranormal romance. I enjoyed reading this though, and know you’ll find many new readers!

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