4.5 STARS: "The author starts off the story with a preface stating that the model on the cover is as wonderful as the character in the book. That’s just cruel! I’ve enjoyed this series since the first book and it just keeps getting better. The author is skilled in painting the landscape of the alien planet the men hail from in my mind, and her ability to get me invested in her characters consistent. The story moved right along with only Rhia and Caelius needed to keep my attention, but the side story of Ulixes and Kallon was a long time coming. I really liked the addition to the book, especially since it satisfied my desire for them to have a happy ending. The interaction between Caelius and his comrades was both entertaining and revealing of the different facets of his personality, and let me know more about the unmated men that will surely have stories of their own soon. Caelius is young in years but no stranger to pain. He’s watched his comrades find their mates and longs for the same. When he meets Rhia he’s sure she’s the one, but his necklace refuses to acknowledge her. Showing his lack of experience (he was a virgin when he came to earth) he goes all out to get his girl, knowing the pain he’ll experience since she doesn’t set his necklace on fire. But she does set him on fire. Rhia is a woman of a certain age with all the wrinkles and insecurities. I don’t think I could throw my negative feelings to the side like her, but then I’m not built to wear a thong at my age. Apparently she is. The chemistry between both couples was intoxicating to say the least, and all women should have a chance at a man like Caelius; too bad he’s not of this world. And the bonus Rhia gets at the end of the story had me alternately envious and jealous. Keep the stories coming, especially if we get more updates on previous couples and how they are doing." -- Chris, Night Owl Erotica
4.5 STARS: "A super sexy hunk who knows his way around the kitchen, what more can a girl ask for? At first, Caelius’ attention seems too good to be true. Rhia feels herself falling fast for this Grecian God, but despite her body’s irrefutable attraction, her brain just can’t get past the age difference. Having been down the road to Heartbreak City before, she knows there’s no point in letting her allure override her common sense. However, a night of passion with the understanding that there’s not likely to be anything else doesn’t seem too reckless. After all, at her age, what’s the likelihood of ever having the a man like Caelius’ in her bed again? One look in the mirror reminds her that she’s too old, overweight, and parts of her have started to migrate south. A single night of mind-blowing sex will have to get her through all the long, lonely nights ahead. And after Caelius gifts her with an evening to remember, her expectancies come true. Or so she thinks. Caelius has long awaited a sign from his conprobatus—his mating necklace—telling him he’s finally found his mate. Yet night after night of dancing at Heat Seekers Male Revue has produced no leads. When he accidently scratches his friend’s hummer and is forced to take cooking lessons as a form of punishment, he discovers that perhaps he’d been looking in the wrong place all the time. As soon as his gaze lands on Rhia’s voluptuous form, he expects that she’s the one. Too bad his necklace doesn’t seem to agree. When he finally manages to get Rhia alone and show her just how attractive she is and how she really turns him on, his disappointment quickly turns his hopefulness into despair. Despite what his heart feels, it seems Rhia is not a compatible mate. Rather than focus on what he can’t have and risk hurting her, he leaves Rhia the next morning and focuses on finding his true mate. Days go by and despite how many wrists he touches, he can’t get Rhia out of his mind. When his futile search for a mate brings him face to face with a psychotic stalker, Caelius decides it’s time to leave town. Perhaps putting some distance between him and Austin will accomplish two things: deter the crazy chick from the club and heal his breaking heart. He’s come to the realization that the problem must be him; he’s broken. Well, Ms. Prater has done it again. She managed to steal my heart with yet another of her hunky alien men. This story even had a bonus as the good doctor manages to find his mate as well. While her other stories in this line have a hint of male to male attraction, this one has full man on man action so readers of strictly M/F beware. I don’t typically read a lot of M/M stories, but I didn’t mind this time because I already knew the characters so well and I was pleased when things worked out for them. As for Caelius and Rhia, once again I couldn’t help but fall in love with them. Rhia is closer to my age so it was nice to see that us older gals still have a chance at finding the man of our dreams. Despite Caelius’ younger age, his actions and behaviors really show his maturity. Just like all the other Insedi warriors, he knows the value of women and he doesn’t take his role lightly. Despite a lack of response in his mating necklace, he still wants to look over Rhia and ensure her safety. He struggles between wanting to follow his heart and needing to fulfill his purpose on Earth and obligation to Insedivertus. But all hope is not lost, a visit home to see his father and seek his wisdom presents a glimmer of hope that perhaps he’s not the one broken after all. Ms. Prater has woven another wonderful story of love, triumph, and romance. Book five in her Fueled by Lust line, Caelius’ story most certainly lives up to the precedence set before. As Ms. Prater adds each installment, I find myself totally engrossed in the Insedi world. The characters have become like family and I’m totally eager to see what happens next. Who will find their mate and what obstacles will they face? While this story focused mainly on the internal struggles of both Caelius and Rhia, there’s still a bit of danger in the mix. The ending provides a couple of surprising twists, leaving me on the edge of my seat, anxiously waiting for number six. For an exciting story full of passionate embraces, endearing confessions, and super steamy sex, be sure to grab Ms. Prater’s latest installment of Fueled by Lust staring Caelius Meron and Rhia Brennan. I loved this laid back tale that took me on an emotional ride as the characters battled internal demons that threaten to keep them apart. If you believe love conquers all, then you’ll be equally enthralled by yet another of Ms. Prater’s masterful fantasies." -- Verbena, Long and Show Reviews
“No, gods damn it! I will not go away. Look at me!”
Caelius took a deep breath and wondered how long it would take before Cato flipped around and punched him in the gut. He was ready for it. This was too important to give up now. He kept his eyes steady and refused to budge when Cato’s chair squealed in agony as he twisted around and leaned forward. The white-knuckled grip on the armrests spoke of his valiant effort to keep from lunging from the seat. Two deep furrows marred his brow, and Caelius wasn’t surprised at the thunderously evil voice that issued from his twisted lips.
“You’re skating dangerously close to pissing me the fuck off.”
Clearing his throat, Caelius steeled himself. The Insedi staring at him with baleful eyes was not the same one he had spoken to at the club two weeks earlier. This one was severely tormented. He was unshaven, and his clothes were wrinkled. He looked like he had been wearing them for days. This whole scenario felt bad on so many levels. There was no time to waste. The male looked ready to blow at any minute. If he was going to get hurt, he had no plans on limping away empty-handed. He deepened his voice to stress his purpose.
“I can see you are very busy, but I really need the slang language information, Cato. The sooner you hand it over, the faster I will be out of this room. You told me to come by, and now I am here. Did you lie when you said that you would share it?” He readied himself for the attack and was surprised that Cato simply leaned back, narrowed his eyes, and grunted.
“Who the fuck are you?”
Caelius felt his eyes widen at the odd question.
“I am Caelius. Are you in need of medical assistance, Cato?” The laugh that came out of the Seeker’s mouth was not one to be associated with mirth. It sounded downright demonic.
“You really do need the damn thing, don’t you?”
Caelius felt his face flush, and it pissed him off. The question may have had the words to reflect understanding of his need, but the way it was spoken brought the image of his encounter with a complete stranger outside of class slamming to the front of his brain. He could not hold his tongue, or the anger traveling with his words.
“Fuck you, Cato. I know that you meant that in a derogatory manner, but I am not sure how. This is the exact reason I am here. I was spoken to in that same condescending manner today. I heard a human male refer to a female classmate as a ‘MILF,’ and I thought it to be offensive. I readily defended her honor. A kind man had to explain that it meant ‘Mothers I’d Like to Fuck.’ I now know that a human male considers this a compliment. I still think it to be disparaging, yet I would like to have known the common meaning before I made a fool of myself. Now give me the gods damn information so I can finally get the fuck on with my life!”
Cato surprised him by grunting and swiveling back around to face the bank of monitors he had been staring at moments ago. He barely heard the gravelly response shot over a hunched shoulder.
“Well, at least you’re growing some balls, finally. Come back tomorrow. My Occasio is missing. She cleared her bank account, and I have no gods damn idea which way she headed. I don’t have time to listen to your shit right now.”
Caelius felt heat flash up his spine and clenched his fists to keep from yanking Cato from his chair. Leaning forward he hissed his discontent against the Seeker’s earring-studded lobe.
“Well, at least you know who the fuck your mate is! I am still looking for a ghost!”
Expecting a head butt to the nose, Caelius stepped back as Cato’s head slumped forward and his fingers ceased pounding on the keyboard. Instead, his back expanded and retracted before a frustrated sigh filled the room.
Cato shoved his boots hard against the floor and slid sideways to a set of cabinets. He yanked open a drawer and snatched something from within. Caelius hoped he didn’t swing around with a short blade clenched in his fist. Rolling back to the monitors, his unrecognizable friend attached a small cord to the side of what looked like a handheld computer, pounded on the keyboard a few times, and then tapped his fingers impatiently on the desktop. When a soft chime sounded, he jerked the wire out and whirled around. Caelius grunted when the small computer was slammed up against his gut.
“Here, gods damn it. Tap the blue menu button on the front screen, and you’ll find everything you need to know. I swear. If you ask me anything else I won’t be responsible for my actions. Now for the love of Dii, leave me the hell alone.”
Caelius snatched the equipment from his hand and stomped toward the door. “Fine. Thanks!” Hesitating, he allowed his shoulders to drop a few notches and sucked in a hard breath. He hated leaving things this way between them. He admired this worthy male too much to leave with animosity clinging this thickly to his skin. Without looking back, he said what he really felt.
“I am sorry that you have lost your potential mate, Cato. I wish you the best of luck in finding her soon. Be of ease, warrior.” He straightened his spine, strode quickly through the front room, pushed through the glass panel, and walked quickly to the cab waiting for him at the curb. He never heard the soft “Forgive me, amici” trapped on the other side of the door.
Caelius lifted his T-shirt and pulled it over his head. Tossing it to the floor, he sat on the chair next to the bed and quickly removed his boots and socks. The belt buckle clinked and rattled as he pulled it from his pants and dropped it to the floor. Standing, he flipped the button, unzipped, and let the jeans hang on his hips. He’d been in the club long enough to know that this particular view seemed to drive the women insane. He hoped it would do the same for her. Caelius motioned for her to come closer.
“Touch me, Rhia. I want to feel your hands on my body. Come to me.”
She approached, stood within inches of him, and looked up into his eyes. He knew he could easily drown in those gray pools. Her words were almost reverent and surprised him.
“Would you let me take your hair out of the braid first? I’ve wanted to touch it since I saw you on the stage.”
Without comment, Caelius turned and presented his braid to her. She had no idea what the gesture meant on his world. A mate would signify her extreme pleasure at viewing her lover’s body by releasing the bound hair. His legs shook from the powerful message she was unknowingly presenting to him. He locked his knees at the first tug on the leather bind. Her words were as delicate as the hands working the tresses loose.
“Geez, Caelius. It’s softer than I imagined. I’m jealous.” Both hands unceremoniously slid down the length of his back and he sucked in a breath. He prayed his shy Rhia was a thing of the past. Too soon, the warm digits drifted away. Her voice came shaky and low. “Turn around.”
When he faced her, he was overcome by the hooded sensual eyes studying his features while she drew his hair forward. It fell against his chest and she stroked the long strands as her scent swirled tantalizingly close to his nose.
“You’re so beautiful, Caelius. The candlelight enhances your golden skin and makes your muscles stand out. You’re perfect.” She placed her hands on each hip just above his waistband, leaned in, and licked his right nipple. She blew softly across it and then licked it again.
Head dropping back, he moaned to the ceiling when she did the same to the left side. His cock kicked hard when she sucked his small nipple ring into her mouth, flicked it several times with her tongue, and then blew cool air over the tightened bud.
“Umm, yes. I love it when you do that, sweetness. They react swiftly to your touch.”
He’d always been sensitive there and her hot breath combined with her warm tongue lifted his balls and threatened to release his seed before he’d even begun. She was going to be the death of him. He prayed to Dii that his intense study on the art of lovemaking would do right by her.
Stepping back to save his sanity, Caelius bent down and snagged the bottom of her T-shirt. He paused and looked up when she instinctively clamped her arms against her sides.
“I want to see you, sweetness. Let me undress you. I cannot wait another moment.” She nodded, but he could see the trepidation in her eyes.
“Don’t worry, Rhia. I find you beyond stunning.”
“You haven’t gotten the clothes off yet.”
Chuckling, he slipped the shirt from her body. “I intend to remedy that very quickly. Oh, sweet Rhia. You’re beautiful. Look at your breasts. They’re so full and round. Release the bra. I want to touch them.”
He was happy when she quickly complied. As she toed off her sneakers and bent to remove her socks, those luscious mounds swayed and jiggled. He’d not thought it possible for his dick to get any harder. He moaned his approval as her small, pink nipples hardened into tight, tempting buds.
Unable to control himself, he clasped her upper arms, dipped slightly, and smashed her up against his chest. Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her from the floor, crushed his face against hair as soft as silk, and spoke huskily into her ear.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to feel your breasts against my skin. They’re just as I imagined, but better.” He felt her shiver in his embrace. Releasing her, he dropped to his knees and started pulling at the button to her jeans. Quickly, he had the pants down around her ankles. She complied with the light tap against her calf and elevated each foot as he moved the material aside.
Grasping onto the sides of her firm, plush thighs, Caelius buried his nose into the V of her legs and inhaled her glorious scent through the red lace thong. He felt her hands running through his hair. Unable to bear another moment of hidden flesh, he caught the upper edges of the material, slid it down her long legs, and tossed it aside. A thin strip of fine, brown hair ran down from the top of her mound to just above the delicate slit. A gentle caress against her skin let him know the rest of the flesh was smooth and bare. His voice was thick with emotion as he spoke his thoughts.
“Isto perfectio, mea bellula femina.”
“Oh god, Caelius,” she panted. “You sound so fucking sexy. What did you just say to me?”