It is an exhilarating book to read and I enjoyed every minute of it. A page-turner that I was unable to put down. Abi, TRS, FIVE HEARTS

Melissa Schroeder packs adventure, spice and emotion into every story. - Lucy Monroe, Best Selling Author

Melissa Schroeder expertly weaves together strong characters, intergalactic espionage and lots of steamy encounters to sizzle up your day! - Shayla Black, author of Tempt me with Darkness

Melissa Schroeder’s Voices Carry is a print compilation of the three stories in her Federation CTD series which had previously only been available as ebooks. This series is an exciting futuristic look at the world of people who possess paranormal abilities and those who love them. I was easily able to “lose myself” in each of these stories and couldn’t read fast enough. There always seemed to be some new exciting aspect that intrigued me and so I’d keep reading. Before I realized it, I’d read all three stories and couldn’t be happier with the way the series ended. I’ve read several of Ms. Schroeder’s works before and have always found them to be enjoyable. VOICES CARRY is an anthology that I’d highly recommend.  - Chrissy Dionne (courtesy of Romance Junkies)

I found myself literally glued to ever page of this futuristic romance, enthralled by the very engaging characters and an interesting and quick paced plot. -Mireya Orsini, Just Erotic Romance Reviews

Ms. Schroeder has written a sizzling science fiction tale of espionage, telepathy, romance, and hot and heavy sex. Voices Carry is a twelve out of ten, I couldn’t put it down until I found out who the enemy was, and how Marcus would react to Shana’s secret. Ms. Schroeder is quickly making her way onto my list of favorite authors, read Voices Carry and see why… - Ansley, Fallen Angel Reviews

“Was there a problem with my presentation this morning?” Her voice sounded like a breathy whisper even to her own ears.

The images bombarding her were breaking her concentration. There was nothing specific, but flashes of her ass figured prominently.

Images. She hadn’t had image transfers for close to fifteen years. And now, to have the images he was thinking, laying her on his desk…

He studied her silently, displaying no outward sign of what he was thinking. She shifted in her chair to ease the ache between her legs. Instead, the soft fabric of her suit rubbed against her pussy, heightening her arousal. She shifted again and groaned inwardly. The fabric was damp from her arousal.

Her mind drifted back to her assumption that John Marrow had been the one thinking about her this morning. She couldn’t believe it had been her supervisor. Marcus Carlyle thought she would taste like sin? Blood rushed to her face.

“No, Ms. Adams. I didn’t have a problem with your presentation.” His voice, huskier than usual, sent warmth pooling to her groin. “In fact, it was well done. I have a more serious matter to discuss.”

He keyed his code to his security drawer. It popped open, he pulled out a microfile, and shut the drawer. She drew in a deep breath, trying to calm her heart. Her skin tingled with arousal and her nipples tightened against the fabric of her suit. She cursed herself for not wearing her breast cups this morning.

He straightened and handed her the electronic file. Before she could open it, he stopped her with a warning.

“I have never doubted your loyalty before this moment, but I must have an understanding that everything you read in that is to be confidential. No one in the department can know what you are seeing.”

She nodded and punched in her security code and selected the report. She clicked on the file. Instantly, it projected above the device. As she read about the breaches of security, her stomach knotted. His comments now made sense.

“No one else knows about this?”

“The department heads know to some extent. I’ve tried to keep it quiet.” One corner of his mouth kicked up. “You know I like to filter everything to make sure it doesn’t get out.”

Yes, and it had been the subject of many of their disagreements in the past. “You trust me with it?”

“Every report, every little piece of information you’ve uncovered has never been leaked. No matter how small or how big, it never makes it around the office or to the media before I hear about it. So, I trust you. Plus, I also know you wouldn’t spy. It isn’t in your makeup. You feel as strongly as I do about keeping the Federation safe.”

Warmth filled her at his confidence in her. She read over the report. The breach didn’t follow the usual patterns of the hackers or cyber-terrorists who tended to send viruses and worms to cause disruptions. This was a full scaled attack on some of the department’s most coveted information—the names and locations of their undercover agents, their aliases, and what species they had assumed as their disguises. She glanced up to find him studying the DC skyline as the busy late afternoon traffic whizzed by his twentieth floor window. The sunlight caressed his face, highlighting his chiseled cheekbones and the few gray strands of hair woven within the black.

From the moment she met him, there was something about him that drew her. His suits were tailored to fit the lean muscled body he gained from serving in the Federation’s air corps. It wasn’t just his looks or his gorgeous body that attracted her. There was an underlying sense of self-control to Marcus Carlyle. No matter how many times they’d argued in the last year and a half, he never lost his temper. She’d never heard him raise his voice no matter how heated the argument.

He must have sensed her studying him. He turned to face her, his green eyes dark and serious. She shivered as a wave of hunger swept through her. How could a man who irritated the hell out of her, make her want to jump his bones with just a look?

She cleared her throat. “How much do the department heads know?”

“They know there has been a small breach. No one, except the spy, knows how much knowledge has been gathered.”

Her mind jumped from person to person and then skidded to a halt as a good looking, blue-eyed blond came to mind. “You suspect Mr. Marrow?”

“No, I don’t. He definitely has access, but John isn’t a good liar. There’s a reason he’s been divorced three times. He can be, shall I say, indiscreet when involved with a woman.”

A smiled tipped his lips and the now familiar zing warmed her blood. She must have given her thoughts away because his smile faded and his eyes heated.

He cleared his throat. “What I need from you is some overtime, working on some of the transmissions, analyzing data. If we can figure out who wants the information and has the credits to pay for it, we’ll be able to catch the spy.”

She nodded but said nothing. The air in the room turned warmer, the spicy scent of him filled the air.

“I want to apologize for what happened earlier,” he said, his voice a shade warmer.

Flashes of his thoughts sparked through her mind, through her body. The image of his hands, dark tanned hands against her ivory skin, while he spread her legs and bent his head to lick her clit, sent a wave of wet heat to just that spot. Oh, Lord.

“It’s okay. David tends to be a little overprotective.”

“He’s older?”

He expected her to hold a conversation while he was thinking about doing those things to her? Jesus, she could barely breathe.

“No, I am, but there’s less than a year between us.”

Her voice was deeper than her usual tone. His eyes darkened and the images flickered. So many different ideas, she couldn’t grasp onto one. Hot, wet skin. His voice and hers. Every nerve ending in her body shimmered and tightened. Her blood heated and pulsed between her legs. Her head spun from the barrage of images flashing through her mind.

Something in the way she looked at him must have alerted him to her arousal. A look of pure, unadulterated lust darkened his eyes, and without a word, he rose from his chair and walked around his desk. He stood in front of her, and her gaze was drawn to his raging erection. He took her hand, and pulled her out of the seat. They stood inches apart, his body heat warming her breasts. He placed a hand on the small of her back and eased her closer. His cock pressed into her waist, and she dampened in response.

“Do you know the main reason why I didn’t want to hire you?” he whispered against her ear. She shivered. “I spent the whole interview fantasizing about you, thinking about what you would taste like here,” he said touching her mouth with his callused index finger. “And here.” His finger glided over her erect nipple, passed her belly button, and finally he pressed his palm against her clit. “And especially here.”

Her muscles tightened in anticipation, but he kept his touch feather light. Slowly, his finger brushed over her clit and then pressed slightly against it. She moaned in frustration. He chuckled. She shuddered as the deep rich sound sunk into her bones, warming her from the inside out.

“Marcus, this isn’t a good idea.” But even she heard the surrender in her voice. He pressed harder against her clit and she moved to increase the pressure.

“I’ve never known you to be quite so impatient, Ms. Adams.”

Dark and seductive, his voice was a heated whisper across her skin. He moved his hand from between her legs and cupped her face with both of his hands. The scent of her arousal rose from his hand. Gaining courage, she willed herself to meet his eyes. Fiery passion, so intense it jolted her senses and seized control of her thoughts.

Sizzling images and sounds bombarded her mind. The lushness of the visions–their tangled bodies, hot slippery messy sex, silk sheets–washed over her. He bent his head, keeping his eyes open as he pressed his lips against hers. Never in her life had her gift overpowered her like this. While he nipped at her lower lip, his eyes dared her to break contact, to refuse this intimacy. His hands slid down, brushed the sides of her breasts with the lightest touch, then moved to cup her rear end. Her sex throbbed with need so great she whimpered when he pressed her closer allowing her to feel his long, thick cock.

While he continued the sensuous assault on her body, the images of his fantasies, of his wants and desires, flooded her mind, constantly keeping her off balance. His thoughts continued to overpower her own. Each one more intense than the last, increasing with his arousal.

His tongue darted out, licking at her lips. Without a thought, she opened her mouth to him. The pictures in her mind darkened, growing more vivid as his tongue swept past her lips and into her mouth. Her eyes slid closed in surrender as he took complete possession of her mouth and her mind.