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Sex, Love & Aliens Vol 2
by Imogene Nix, Ashlynn Monroe, Jaye Shields, and
Beth D Carter
Genre: Science Fiction Romance/ Futuristic
Romance
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COVERT WEBS by Imogene
Nix
Power, deceit, and passion. Old enemies, new
love, and the future of the entire universe hanging in the balance.
Dria is more than the Ba'Tuan Princess, she's also a
highly trained warrior who's been sent to Earth to covertly uncover a plot to destroy
the accord between the two species.
Military commander Marcus Vane is scarred and
weary. His experience with women has left him afraid of commitment…that is until
Dria turns up. Not only is she everything a warrior should be—strong, focused, and
honorable—she's also an incredibly beautiful woman.
They must work together to find the Incubi and stop
their plans, but one split-second decision changes everything, and now the danger is
even more extreme.
Content Warning: contains sizzling sex scenes with a
gorgeous human male warrior and a beautiful female Ba'Tuan warrior
IMOGENE NIX
Imogene Nix is an author, a wife, and a mother as
well as running a bookshop. When she isn’t busy fulfilling those roles, you might find
her cooking, juicing fruit, or talking to the chickens in the backyard.
She is supremely interested in all things science
fiction, has a secret crush on a space captain, and loves to snuggle up with her dog,
Super Pup, when she’s enjoying downtime with a book.
Website: www.imogenenix.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/ImogeneNix
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COVERT WEBS Excerpt:
A sharp beep drew Dria's attention. The
communication console glowed and she reached out, touching the button.
"Yes?"
"Turana, we've received an encoded transmission for
you. The gentleman is most insistent and is using the Omega code." The captain's face
betrayed no concern, but in his eyes, she read a hint of panic.
"Connect me."
His face faded away, replaced by another, harsher
visage.
"Forgive me, Turana Dria. My name is Commander
Marcus Vane, and I am to be your contact on Earth. I've received some intelligence
that the Incubi plan to strike when you arrive."
She leaned forward. "I see, and you know this
how?"
No matter how hard she tried, the pounding of her
blood pulsed faster as interest flared deep in her belly. Her fingers flexed, and she
wished for some physical outlet for the strong emotion that filled her. A hiss escaped
between her tight lips, and even that angered her. After so many years of training
herself to be calm and controlled in all things, how could she allow even that small
sign of impatience and anger to escape?
"We intercepted a transmission showing they are
aware of the suggested landing sites and times."
Dria frowned at his words. "And so…"
"I have a suggestion that may allow us to circumvent
their plans."
Even as she weighed his words, she scanned his face,
noting the full lips and cobalt blue eyes. She told her body not to respond to the
unfamiliar pull of fascination, but her physical reaction only grew.
"Tell me." She spoke harshly, and watched the way
his mouth thinned at her command. The small bow of his head was the only
acknowledgement of subservience.
"Of course, Turana. I propose that we bring you
planet-side early. Before they have an opportunity to complete their plans. The airfield
is under constant surveillance, which leads me to believe they have inside knowledge
of our plans."
"I see." Her short answers and demands sounded
almost childish, and she winced inwardly.
"You have read the briefing paper?" His voice cut
through her thoughts.
"I… Yes." The tactical briefing she'd received left
more questions than it answered and anger flared, white-hot. "Contact the captain with
your plan, then have him apprise me of the changes." She kept her response brief
while her fingers curled with the urge to reach out and trace the planes of his
face. Stupid reaction, Dria. Control yourself!
"Of course, Turana. Do you have any queries?" His
voice now was melodious, and a flare of heat warmed her belly.
"No. Send the details. We'll make it
work."
"Then I shall leave you…"
"Yes. Good day." The screen darkened, and she
rubbed her hands over tired eyes. "Aargh!"
Tugging her hands through her long curls didn't help.
Instead, yards of material pooled at her elbows, reminding her of the part she was
supposed to play. Squeezing her eyes shut didn't help either. Too many relied on her
to save them to get lost in her fears.
Dria squared her shoulders and inhaled a shuddering
breath. "I will not fail."
THE SPACESHIP CAPTAIN'S DAUGHTER
by Ashlynn Monroe
Briz will face death to save a race of strangers, but
will her pirate's love be enough to save her?
Briz Julius isn't afraid to break the law to save the
lives of strangers. Briz insists she can get an important shipment of medicine between
worlds without incident. Her family reluctantly agrees to allow her to make the trip in
their oldest, smallest vessel. The decrepit ship doesn't look like much, but that's
exactly what she needs to get to her designation without attracting
attention.
Matek's family was massacred by the captain of the
pirate ship, the Heartless. Becoming one of the crew was easy, but remaining silent
while the ruthless villain takes an innocent girl captive isn't. Matek has spent years
plotting his revenge. Is he willing to throw away his only chance to avenge everyone
he loved in order to save the bold and beautiful stranger?
Content Warning: contains sensual love
scenes
ASHLYNN MONROE
Ashlynn Monroe is a busy working mom. She loves
her kids and family. Her greatest joy is creating stories to entertain others, and she
hopes they bring a little more romance into the world. She’s been writing since her
teens, for her own enjoyment, but decided in her thirties to share her imagination with
readers. Ashlynn enjoys biking, camping, reading, video games, and filling her home
and life with love. If she’s not working or chasing children, you can find her
daydreaming up her next tale of romance.
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THE SPACESHIP CAPTAIN'S DAUGHTER
Excerpt:
"As much as I'd like to pass her about, I do know her
father. He's a good man. Give her a choice," Blood, the captain of
the Heartless, said. "She can be yours, or we can turn her
in."
"I want to deliver the medicine. It's worthless, except
to the people who are sick. Why are you doing this?" she asked in a groggy
tone.
"Brizette Julius," Blood said.
The girl flinched. Her eyes widened a bit. "How do
you know my name?" She pulled the blanket securely around her. Matek found
himself moving closer to her, as if he could somehow shield her with his
body.
"Your father saved me once. I owe him, but this is
business. There are people who would pay a lot of money to see that this medicine
doesn't arrive. I have several willing buyers waiting. The Talorians should have just
given up and moved on. They made their choice to stay."
"They're all that's left of their race!"
"Then, sweet Brizette, they should have been cautious
about where they chose to settle," Blood said without any hint of
remorse.
"Briz, my name is just Briz. I know you think the
money is what you want, but can you honestly look me in the eyes and tell me the
deaths of little children won't haunt your nightmares? You have the chance to save an
entire race."
Blood threw his head back and laughed hysterically.
His wide smile made him appear ten years younger. When he abruptly stopped
laughing and sneered at Briz, she took a step back, bumping into Matek. He put a
single hand on her bare shoulder. She didn't shrug his touch away.
"Money is the only thing that matters to me, little girl.
Grow up. Men like me and my crew would burn the world for a handful of coins. I'll
give you a choice—Matek's claim or I'll turn you over to Indra. Your father's
company would never be free to transport here again, but you'll be spared a pirate's
touch. When he tires of you he'll cast you off to be our plaything. What fate do you
choose, Briz Julius? We all make choices for our beliefs. What do you value more,
your honor or your father's company?"
The girl bit her lip. To her credit she didn't flinch or
look away from Blood's hateful stare. She didn't beg or cry.
"I choose to protect my father. Who in the name of the
gods is Matek?"
"He's the man with his hand on your
shoulder."
Briz jerked out of his touch and spun around. Her lips
compressed and her brow wrinkled. The others laughed, but he kept his expression
neutral, and he didn't look away until she did.
"Take her and tame her. I like mine docile," Blood
said before he began a renewed session of laughter.
Matek scooped Briz up in a smooth motion. Her
initial stillness spoke of her surprise, but then she began kicking and screaming. He
turned and carried her down the corridor. Tanna and Okthu stomped past him and
gave the girl dark looks. They'd hurt her as payback if he wasn't
cautious.
Matek's throat tightened. When his people claimed a
mate it was for life. There was no changing your mind once you made a public
declaration of intent. The pirate code was much different, but a claim had still been
made. She was his.
HER CLONE by Jaye
Shields
When love sparks between enemies, can it
survive?
Angela Raden's last mission to planet US-2 nearly got
her killed. The savage beating she'd been subjected to made her wish she had died.
And now the military wants to send her back. But Angela will be doing things
differently this time around. She'll die before she allows the enemy to touch her
again.
Damon is a human clone raised for the purpose of
killing, but he's seen enough death to last him a lifetime. With revolution taking over
his planet, he remains in solitude, seeking peace amidst chaos. When he meets a tiny
slip of a human determined to take on an entire clone army, he can't help but follow
her. Since he'd been in hiding the woman believes he's human, and upon seeing her
hatred of his cloned peers, he keeps the secret in order to remain in her company. But
when he follows her into danger, will the truth be revealed?
Content Warning: contains strong language, violence,
and some very hot sex
JAYE SHIELDS
Jaye Shields is a flight attendant by day and romance
author by night. Her addictions include reading, travel, and other activities not even a
romance writer will confess to. She’s in a committed love affair with her readers so
don’t be shy!
Website www.jayeshields.com
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HER CLONE Excerpt:
"I always thought that, as clones, they would have
been programmed what to think," Angela said. "Until I landed, I never realized they'd
be capable of such emotion, like the hate they carried for us. Fury…"
"Lust." Damon's deep voice clipped, the husky quality
sounding bitter rather than playful. Perhaps he was angered over her story she'd
revealed to him. Although Damon was still a stranger, Angela realized something
deeper ran between them.
She glanced over at him as they hiked on. His eyes
were set on the landscape before them as if on high alert so they wouldn't encounter
unexpected company once more. The intensity of his gaze and his lethal stride left
Angela breathless. She shook it off. "I suppose I thought the clones would be more
robotic in nature, stoic, like our own armies at home. They're programmed to do as
they're told from the very first boot camp."
Angela screamed as Damon snatched her into his arms
and dipped her backward. His face hovered a feather's width away from her own.
"Never question this—there is no being on any planet that could not be stirred by your
presence."
By the time he finished speaking, her lips were all but
begging for his kiss. The heat in his gaze promised she wouldn't be disappointed. He
kissed her long and slow, her body melting into his arms. His hands kneaded her
curves gently, making her moan with desire as he stroked the inside of her mouth with
his tongue.
The kiss broke, but instead of releasing her, Damon
scooped her up and began carrying her.
Her brows furrowed automatically. "We're on a
mission, not a honeymoon, Damon."
"My mission is to keep you out of
harm's way. We were nearly spotted earlier, we need to lay low." He carried her
toward a steep hill. "We'll hide in plain sight atop that plateau. It's small enough we
won't be caught unaware, and we can watch for anyone on the ground."
"We don't have time for a field trip."
"You're wrong." Damon never faltered as he began
climbing up the hill with her in his arms. "We have all the time we need, for you won't
find what you're looking for. The damage was done long ago."
Angela sucked in a breath, the hurt still burning
within her chest. "Aren't you a ray of sunshine?" She watched the hill slowly pass
beneath Damon's feet. "I can walk, you know."
"I know." He cast her a sly grin. "I've never had
something I've cherished to hold in my arms. Now I'm reluctant to let it
go."
Angela raised a brow. "Jungle fever,
eh?"
Damon took several long strides and soon they arrived
on top of the small plateau. He laid her on the ground, a primal glint in his eyes and a
smile on his lips that sent a jolt of electricity through her body. "A fever
indeed."
BOND by Beth D.
Carter
A woman who has nothing to lose, and a man with
everything to gain.
They had known each other a lifetime ago, but love
while serving as slaves to the TEV, the aliens who rule Earth, wasn't something that
could ever last. When Freya's family escaped, leaving the only home she'd ever
known, she left Kory behind, but she can't forget him.
When she meets him again, Kory isn't the human boy
she remembered. He has survived a horrific scientific experiment that has changed
him into a hybrid—half human, half TEV. Can she trust this man who has now,
essentially, become a member of the enemy?
Content Warning: contains sexual content and some
violence
BETH D. CARTER
Beth likes writing about the very ordinary girl thrust
into extraordinary circumstances, so her heroines will probably never be lawyers,
doctors, or corporate highrollers. She tries to write characters who aren't cookie
cutters and push herself to write complicated situations that she has no idea how to
resolve, forcing her to think outside the box. She loves writing characters who are
real, complex, and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through
love.
Website: www.bethdcarter.
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Twitter: www.twitter.com/BethDCarter
BOND Excerpt:
He completely surprised Freya when he bent his head
and kissed her. His firm lips covered hers, teased them apart until his tongue swept in
to dance with hers. This wasn't the kiss of a young boy fumbling where to put his
hands or how to hold his head. This was the kiss of a man claiming what was his. He
took, overwhelming her, laying siege to everything she was. One of his hands cupped
her breast, squeezing it through the cotton shirt to flick across the
nipple.
She moaned. The sensations were so new, so raw, that
he took her breath away. Freya didn't know what to do, so she went with what her
body demanded and surged up, undulating her hips and thrusting her pelvis against
his. The friction was so heady that she did it again, dry humping against him as a coil
tightened deep inside.
He suddenly rolled away, settling next to
her.
Freya was thrust into shock, her body still craved his
weight, his heat.
"We need to leave," he said, panting
slightly.
"What?" Her thoughts were completely
discombobulated.
He sat up and wouldn't look at her. "It's a long trek
back to the mountain."
"Wait! You just kissed me."
"And you just let me."
They stared at one another and all sorts of
recriminations swarmed through her body. How could she kiss an alien? Betray her
species? And how could she still crave his touch?
"Why did you stop?" she asked, biting her lip. She
hated the fact she was so weak.
"Because you deserve something better than a bed of
dirt." He sighed and ran a hand through his mop of dark hair. "Besides, we just found
each other again. It's been thirteen years, Freya. We need to learn about each other
again, not to mention the fact I want you to believe that
Iam Kory."
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