Hello everyone!

So I’m dealing with a little conundrum and was hoping I could run the idea past you all. I’ve been working on content for my newsletter and a reader magnet and I can’t decide what you all might want to see/read.

I’m in the process of a contemporary short that I was thinking of making my reader magnet–which for those of you who don’t know is a freebie for those who sign up for the newsletter.

Or would you all rather have a short about my scifi romance series? Is there anything in particular anyone would want to see?

Feel free to comment below with suggestions or email me at dominica@dominicabolden.com.

Also, if you haven’t yet checked out my book, its available for purchase on Amazon!

It’s Finally Here!

Well I did it! My book, The Alien Chief’s Bargained Bride is live on amazon! I can hardly believe it. This has been my dream since childhood and to think I’m finally getting there.

Available here.

It’s available for $2.99 and on KU.

Feel free to pick up a copy. 😊

News + Cover Reveal

Well, I’m currently working on editing my book before its release, which is set on January 1, 2020 for those of you who dont already know.

Get your preorder here.

I’m so excited about it! I actually recieved my own book as a recommendation from Amazon yesterday. It was kinda weird, but hey! So long as it’s getting out there. 😊

I also just got the cover for the sequel and went ahead and put it on preorder in Amazon!

Available for preorder here

Her sister had married an alien. It hadn’t even truly registered with Stephanie Delour that Mallory was gone until she found herself standing in front of their old home locked out.

She knew that Mallory had scrimped and saved where she could. But with the discovery that her sister had resorted to selling herself to an alien for enough credits for the treatment, she pushed herself through recovery.

Running off with the money wasn’t an option. 

So, Stephanie decided to find her sister to, well, she wasn’t entirely sure what she was going to do. She just knew that a life amongst the stars wasn’t as appealing as it used to be. Not with Mallory’s fate looming over her head. Not without Mallory by her side.

Qui’da had come to regret not giving his sister-in-law a chance all because she was a human. And now the entire flock, his family included, had turned their backs on him. Given the option to either lose his wings or work with the humans, he chose the latter.

Losing his wings wasn’t an option.

But forced into close proximity with the wingless rats wasn’t much of one either. Unfortunately for him, he would be finding himself forced to work rather closely with an infuriating woman traipsing across the planet to find his old flock.

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Nano update + My upcoming novel

For those of you who don’t know, I decided to participate in Nanowrimo this year. And I have made some headway but I’m a little bit behind on my word count.

But so long as I’m working at it, that’s what matters. Maybe I’ll get caught back up. Maybe not. But that doesn’t matter so long as I’m writing, right?

I also did a thing today! I finally made my first fiction book available for preorder on amazon!

And just like I promised, here’s the first look at my book cover.

You can reserve your copy here.

Mallory Delour would do anything for her little sister Stephanie. But with a genetic disease eating away at her sister’s body Mallory is left with only two options.
She could go into crippling medical debt to delay the inevitable or become an alien’s bride with the assurance that Stephanie would receive life-altering gene therapy.
For Mallory the choice was easy….
But for Alek’dar it wasn’t.
When the humans approached him, he’d been wary. But, by taking them up on their offer he could kill two birds with one stone—a bride for him and an alliance with the humans.
Happiness hadn’t been factored into their decision but that doesn’t necessarily mean they can’t find it.
Unless someone or something stands in their way.


So, I’ve definitely decided to participate in Nanowrimo this year. For those of you who don’t know, Nanowrimo stands for National Novel Writing Month. Your goal: 50k words in the month of November. It’s not easy, but with determination I’m hoping I can achieve it again this year.

If anyone else reading this is participating, feel free to add me as a buddy.

I’ll try to keep you all updated every few days with my progress. I’m going to be working on the second book in a scifi romance series that I’ve been working on the last few weeks. My hopes are that once my word count for the day is reached, I get back to work on the first book but we’ll see.

As for the first book, it has a over 20k so far and is going well. I can’t wait to finally publish it and for you all to be able to read it. When I get closer to publishing it, I’ll even do a cover reveal for you all so you’ll be some of the first ones to see it before it’s live.




Please note: This work may be unsuitable for some readers due to the content. Trigger warnings: mentions of domestic violence/assault.

The sudden high pitched cries of her infant pierced the quiet like a gunshot, jerking Callie awake with a start. She could feel her heart protesting against it’s cage as she fought to control her breathing.

Everything is fine. He’s not here. Calm down, Callie.

She laid there for a moment, not only trying to motivate herself through the pain to get up, but forcefully reminding herself that Johnathan was in jail so she could calm down. The light illuminating the sparsely decorated room once she reached over and turned on the lamp beside her helped alleviate the panic flooding her system. Callie fumbled for her medicine bottle, a grimace tugging at her mouth as she downed a couple of pain pills.

The bright red numbers displayed on her alarm signified that it had only been twenty minutes since she’d finally been able to doze off.

Because of course.

After what felt like an eternity, she was able to push herself completely upright before reaching for her daughter. At barely a month old, it still surprised her when little Bethany roused so late. It definitely didn’t help that she had been in the NICU up until two days ago, giving her no chance at all to get accustomed to her schedule.

“There, there. Momma’s here baby girl. Momma’s here,” Callie wasn’t sure if it was the sound of her voice, the feather light brush of her fingers against Bethany’s check, or a combination of the two, but the child seemed almost spellbound with Callie.

Bethany hiccupped – her bright blue eyes wide, cheeks red and tiny fists thrust up in protest.

Clenching her teeth through the blossoming pain, she grasped her wiggling daughter and her bottle, lifting her up and out of the basinet. Leaning back against the nest of pillows stuffed behind her, Callie adjusted her grip on Bethany, shifting the infant so her head was pillowed against her breast. She held the bottle for her little one, a small smile quirking as Bethany nuzzled her check against her chest, making herself comfortable as she settled in for most likely the rest of the night.

As sleep slowly reclaimed Bethany, Callie absently smoothed down her daughter’s dark ruffled locks, her heart tightening from the swell of love that enveloped her.

It didn’t take long for her mind to drift to more unpleasant things, like the fact that she had court in just a few hours time. Thankfully her mother flew in just yesterday for both moral support and to help her with Bethany.

She was definitely going to need it, having to face him for the first time tomorrow since the incident.

After five years together, she had finally fallen pregnant with their first child. He seemed ecstatic at first, but as her pregnancy developed he began to distance himself from her. She tried not to think too much about it, instead focusing on the inevitable arrival of their daughter. She didn’t notice the warning signs and was completely caught off guard when he took a bat to her, trying to forcibly abort their daughter when she was 32 weeks along.

The damage had been extensive, but the worse of it was the broken femur he left her with. Thankfully she took the brunt of it, and Bethany, though several weeks premature, was unharmed.

Within the span of twenty-four hours, Callie’s world was completely upturned.

Just the thought of him – her soon to be ex-husband – made her breath catch in her throat. It was all just too much for her – the memory of that night beginning to overwhelm Callie.

She forced the thoughts out of her mind, instead turning her attention back to the infant in her arms.

How her husband – whom she had thought to be the love of her life – could want to harm their perfect little girl was beyond her. The prosecutor was fairly certain he was going for the insanity plea, but she was determined to make sure he didn’t get away with it. Callie just hoped it wouldn’t be too lengthy of a trial so she could put everything all behind her and move on.

“I love you, baby girl. Always,” she murmured, bending down to press a kiss against the top of her daughter’s head.

Daily Prompt: Broken

WIP Wednesday

“I’m totally going to do some recon for you.”

Gabi knew she was going to regret telling Summer about him. Of course she was. Feeling her heart freeze in her chest, she looked up from the sketch she was working on, her eyes rounded with sheer terror. Gabi set her pencil down deliberately before glancing at the blonde who was currently lounging on her tattoo chair. “Um, no you’re not.”

Summer’s shiny pink lips curved upwards, mirth radiating from her in droves. “Yes. I’m totally doing this for you.”


She slid off of the chair, rolling her bare ivory shoulders at the panicking tattoo artist. “It’s already decided,” Summer informed her as she headed out of her work space and for the front of the parlor. Gabi could feel her heart lurch into her throat in horror.

“No, no it’s not.” Gabi rose from her own seat, trailing after her best friend. “Come on, Summer. Be reasonable.”

“It’ll be fine, I promise.” She just waved Gabi off as she reached for the door. “Besides, it’s better to know now if he’s spoken for or not. It’ll save you some hurt down the road.”

“What road! I have no intention of going down any road!”