Blurb:
In the future, Earth negotiated a treaty
with the Shadalla, only to wage another war with the Juxtant. Together, humans
and Shadalla defeat that mortal enemy, but corruption and greed always
prevails.
Vayne Palldyn, Sovereign of the planet
Nibiru, is determined that his species not become extinct, and will take
revenge on those who unleashed that genetic bio weapon. His kind has kidnapped
human women before, and despite the Treaty none returned to Earth—the Shadalla
have a biological advantage in seducing Chosen mates.
Honorably discharged warrior Neira Grekhov
boards the starship Astris, seeking
peace but succumbing to soul sickness. Until the Astris is boarded by pirates.
Spying Neira ferociously defending her
fellow passengers, Vayne pursues her, as his Chosen. Neira resists, and despite
healing her emotionally the Sovereign wonders if he must concede defeat at the
hands of this infuriating woman.
Then the stars align and truths are
discovered…
Teaser Excerpt:
Daggers at the ready, the three
pirates once again approached the doors. Vayne spied a young, fair-haired male
standing wide-eyed, his mouth dropping open as Barek, Duff and their Captain
charged from the lift. Vayne followed on their heels, wincing as they mowed the
young man down with a hit to the head. Then all chaos descended.
A significantly smaller figure,
dressed completely in black, waded into the triangle of pirates. It laid Barek
low with well-placed blows to his knees and an uppercut to his jaw as he fell
to the ground. The baton inflicting the punishment flashed in a blur of
movement to match the warrior’s whirling grace. Vayne was already moving to
assist when the fighting dervish dealt with Duff, body moving with grace and
deadly intent, bringing the pirate down with punishment to his kidneys. Short
black hair gleamed in the harsh lighting as the warrior spun to take on Captain
Ristos.
Vayne used his shocker, nearly
catching one slender, black clad shoulder as their opponent made contact with
Ristos’ ribcage, the baton making a dull, wet sound. But the little warrior
whirled out of range, turning to renew the attack, and the bolt spent itself
harmlessly against the bulkhead. Vayne’s cock filled and stood at full
attention, causing him considerable discomfort in his tight-fitting space
uniform. By the shades of Turco, it was a female. He locked eyes with orbs a
brilliant shade of the golden gemstones so prized on his planet before she
charged, moving gracefully on the balls of her bare feet.
“He dies!” Duff’s howl cut through
the tension as Vayne prepared to defend himself, and the female halted,
stumbling as she did so. Duff
held his weapon at the young male’s throat, vicious intent written across his
features.
“No, don’t,” the lithe beauty
called out, and Vayne watched, transfixed, as she dropped to her knees,
carefully laying down the lethal weapon she used so efficiently. She then
clasped her hands behind her neck.
Nothing in her posture spoke of
true submission, but it didn’t matter to Vayne’s cock. That appendage throbbed
painfully and he was at a loss as to how to calm it. Never had he ever… Vayne
struggled to make his body move. Ristos moved first.
Kicking aside the baton, he
gestured to Duff, who released his hold on the still-unconscious young male.
Was this woman attached to the man? Vayne shook his head. It didn’t matter. She
was now his.
“Secure her.”
Ristos bent and clipped a pair of
solar cuffs around the woman’s wrists, and Vayne approved of how efficient the
captain was, yet afforded the little female respect. He wasn’t the only male to
appreciate her attempt to defend this deck. The restraints emitted slight whirring sounds as they engaged. Charged by any
light source, they were virtually impervious to tampering and would open only
to the owner’s print. Vayne pulled the control from the captain’s hand, entered
his own print to replace that of Ristos’, then crushed the control beneath his
boot.
As desperate as the Shadalla
were, their scientists had confirmed the compatibility of Earth females to
breed and bear their children, and some of his species’ males had actually
found their chosen. Gone was Vayne’s need to merely pick a female out of the
women on this ship, using careful parameters to ensure she was suited for his
position, able to bear his children, and of a nature and appearance to
stimulate his desires in order to put those offspring in her belly. Royal
concubines weren’t unheard of, after all, and the odds of him finding a chosen
were slight. But he couldn’t look any further, impossibly drawn to this imperious
warrior at his feet. And should he ever be fortunate enough to find an actual
chosen mate, this lovely woman would retain concubine status, regardless.
“Bring the men out. Offer. I’ll
send my exec to scrutinize the females.” He wasn’t that overwhelmed to forget
he had a duty to other men in his service.
He reached down and fit a hand
under the elbow of the female, and his world turned upside down. The physical
attraction had been immediate, granted. But the instant he touched her and her
scent enveloped him, his brain exploded with a revelation he’d only experienced
once in his life—and a very subdued and pale version at that, one manipulated
by science. Vayne didn’t need another minute with her to understand the
symptoms and wished to shout his joy out loud. She was a chosen and not his future concubine. She came
up with the lightness of gossamer, and only his quick reflexes saved him from a
knee to the groin as he turned to catch the blow on his thigh. Little
spitfire.
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Author Bio:
Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba , Canada Canada
Allyson will write until whatever she has
inside her is satisfied- when all the heroes man up and all the heroines get
what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side
of romance.
allysonyoung45@gmail.com
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