Insuffficient Mating Material by Rowena Cherry
by Rowena Cherry
(Bloomfield, Michigan, USA)
Rowena Cherry is one of the best sub-genre writers due to her skill at placing the heroic characters in impossible scenarios ~ Harriet Klausner
Title: INSUFFICIENT MATING MATERIAL
What a fantastic read! A book full of sensuality, humour, intrigue and action. I loved it! I always knew survival had many erotic and exciting possiblities. Rowena Cherry proved it with Insufficient Mating Material!
Les Stroud AKA "Survivorman"
Insufficient Mating Material is a chess term for the impossible situation when the players agree that neither can get to mate, no matter how badly the opponent plays.
Author: Rowena Cherry
http://www.rowenacherry.com
ISBN 10-digit :0-505-52711-1
ISBN 13-digit :978-0-505-52711-0
Genre: Futuristic
INSUFFICIENT MATING MATERIAL is the sequel to the critically acclaimed FORCED MATE and award-winning MATING NET
Release: February 2007
copyright March 2006
Publisher: Dorchester Publishing, LoveSpell imprint
www.dorchesterpub.com
Hero: Djetth (Jeth) aka Prince Djetthro-Jason.
Heroine: Princess Martia-Djulia aka Princess Marsh
Pages: 323
"If you look up the word spellbinding in the dictionary of authors - Rowena Cherry is right at the very top. She writes about alien universes as if they exist and she's lived there and about characters as if they are real and she's know them. Fantasy fiction at its very best. If you look up the list of fans of Cherry- I'm right at the very top."
~M.J. Rose, bestselling author of The Reincarnationist.
"Stellar wit, wonderful characters and amazing research into basic and not so basic survival techniques..... This was without a doubt one of my favorite reads of 2006!" ~ Kenda Montgomery
"A sexy, funny adventure story, and informative, too." ~Jacquie Rogers
Tummy Button Lint Excerpt
In this scene, the hero, Djetth (pronounced Jeth) and the squeamish fashionista Princess Martia-Djulia (Marsha-Julia) are marooned on a Costa-Rica-like island. They have been shot down, landed in the sea, and Martia's elaborate gown is wet, and she will not remove it.
She is embarrassed about the corset she wears underneath. She doesn't know that he has already seen it and more, before his plastic surgery, when he had a wild one-night-stand with her.
Djetth has decided that their first priority should be to get a fire going.
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"There are a lot of things we could do without for one night." Dinner came to mind. Sex… Djetth grunted and rose to his feet.
The most natural thing in the world would have been to hook an arm around Martia-Djulia's tightly cinched waist, and point to the campsite he'd chosen. Instead, he put his left hand on his hip and pointed with his right hand.
"You see that little stand of trees -- the ones with twisted trunks, which fork into three or four branches at about the height of my hip? Those two, there, will make good supports for the entrance to a shelter. I'll thrust a long, straight branch between their crotches as a ridgepole."
She looked doubtful, but Djetth was on good ground with his woodmanship.
"A 'crotch' is where a tree bifurcates," he explained, simply so she would think about crotches, and long, straight objects being thrust into them. "They're a good choice because their canopies lean inland, away from what becomes the obvious spot to clear for a fire pit. Do you agree?"
He took her silence for consent.
"Right. I'll start by digging the fire pit. Do you think you could find something we can burn? There are three types of fuel needed for a fire. Tinder is the most important."
Chivalrously, he assigned the greatest importance to the easiest, lightest, most enjoyable, most feminine task.
"I can't start a fire without tinder," he added with strategic disregard for the fact that he was a Great Djinn in possession of three Rings of Imperial Authority, one of which was the laser-like Fire Stone.
"What is tinder?" she asked, sounding suspicious.
"Ahhhh," he drawled, overcome by a mischievous instinct. "Look here."
With his left hand he lifted his T-shirt, with his right forefinger and thumb he reached into his navel, confident that after eight weeks of hard exercise he had well defined abs and a very deep and attractive "inny" of a tummy button.
He withdrew lint.
"Oh, slurrid!" his squeamish Princess exclaimed, predictably, but she stared at his lower abdomen and perhaps at the bulge in his trunk briefs with flattering interest.
"This fluff--" He placed it in the palm of his left hand as reverently as a scientist explaining an important specimen, "is created from the action of hard work. Friction attracts filaments of fabric from my cotton T-shirt, and works them into a flat,
fluffy mat."
He moved his cupped hand closer to her.
"Good tinder needs to have irregular edges, plenty of airspaces." He teased his tummy button fluff into a looser wad. "It must be dry. Would you like to touch it?"
Awards:
Award-Winning Finalist in the Fiction and Literature: Romance category of the National Best Books 2007 Awards
INSUFFICIENT MATING MATERIAL
Winner of the Spring N.O.R. Awards, Best Fantasy/Sci-Fi Romance:
Winner of the Cupid and Pysche Award for Fantasy Romance
Winner of the Fantasm Award for Futuristic Romance
Winner of Single Titles.com Award for Best Romance with Strong Romantic Elements
Finalist, PEARL Awards, Sci-Fi, Futuristic Romance
Finalist, Golden Quill Awards, Futuristic and Fantasy Romance
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Rowena Cherry
http:// www.rowenacherry.com
