Yeah, mega chair swivel jiggle here. I grabbed Doris and her Alien Warriors...
Hello
everyone, and a big thank you to Raven for allowing me to tell you a little bit
about my story. Let me introduce myself first. My name is Sapphyre, and I used
to live on the planet you will know as earth. Not that it’s anything like as
beautiful now, as it was in your time.
I hate
to tell you this, but you really didn’t look after the planet well. Pollution
and wars took their toll and much faster than any of you anticipated, I’m sure.
I know my mother used to tell me stories of when earth was a lovely place to
live, with blue oceans, and rain that didn’t scald your skin. Everything
changed when the first landmass collapsed, and governments folded, and then the
Aliens arrived….
I had a
very dim opinion of them before I met my Drakans. You see, life on earth now is
just… hard. Crime is rife and there isn’t really a safe place anywhere unless
you live up high in the mountains, away from the floods and the riots, but
nowhere is safe from the visits from space.
Since
the Drakans first established contact with Earth, a whole new world has opened
up. In theory earth is under Drakan protection. The reality is somewhat
different, as Drakan and Cirrion fight over earth. I don’t think anyone really
knows why those two races are at war with each other, but Earth is kind of
caught in the cross fire.
Both
races raid us for what they need, and they both take human women for their own
ends.
So,
naturally, the last thing I wanted was to end up on a spaceship with any sort
of Alien, but that is exactly what happened. There I was trying to make a
living for my daughter and myself, and those two hunks walk into the
bar/brothel I was living in.
I
mistook them for Cirrions at first, and that didn’t go down too well, I tell
you.
Anyhoo,
I did mention they were hunks, right? Seven foot droolworthy specimen of male
perfection, in fact, and my resolve to stay away from them, didn’t last long.
They did save mine and Jayde’s life, after all… and well. A woman has needs,
right?
*smiles and grins*
Needs
that took me by surprise, especially when those pesky emotions get involved,
but how can you resist a man or rather men who take such care of your daughter.
Jayde has seen so much violence in her young life, it breaks my heart, but
Alzaar and Bentaan have looked after her from the minute they rescued us off
earth. It meant we finally felt safe, or as safe as one can ever feel in this
war torn galaxy.
I leave
you with the moment they rescue us off earth.
As you can see, I wasn’t exactly co-operative…
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“Told
you a visit planet side would blow away the cobwebs, Alzaar, and we got us a
fine prize to boot.” His second grinned at him, and Alzaar yanked his sword out
of the gut of the bar’s owner and wiped it clean on one of the table cloths.
The man’s guts spilled all over the floor, and he kicked them away with a
disgusted growl.
The
sound of a child’s tears reached his ears, together with the frantic beating of
two hearts, and he yanked the table the human female was cowered under, into
the air. Bloodlust still filled his nostrils, and he hardened his heart against
the wave of possessiveness and the need to protect that assaulted him the
minute his gaze connected with the female’s. One hand clutched in a death grip
on the back of her child’s dress, she stood to her full height, dagger raised
in the air. She backed away from him and Bentaan slowly, keeping her daughter
behind her at all times. With Bentaan in the way of the exit, however, and
Alzaar blocking the staff entrance she had nowhere to go.
Her gaze
flicked between the two men, and her shoulders slumped slightly, when her
precarious situation seemed to dawn on her, yet she raised her dagger higher,
and tried her best to stare them down.
“You’ll
not take Jayde. You’ll have to kill me first,” she said.
“That
can be arranged, human.” Her eyes widened in fear at Alzaar’s growled reply as
he took several steps closer to her. He didn’t pay any attention to Bentaan’s
warning shout in Drakan, too focused on this woman who dared to stand up to
him, and what’s more made his body respond to her presence in completely
unwanted ways. Even now, her scent, made more potent by her fear and grim
determination to protect her progeny, called to him. He had no time for these
emerging feelings, damn it. He didn’t want them, not now, not ever. Alzaar had
buried them on that fateful day so long ago, and he never thought to need them
again. Certainly not here on this hell hole of a planet, staring down a fragile
human mother hell bent on protecting her child.
His grim
smile made her tighten her grip on the dagger.
“I mean
it. Don’t take a step closer.”
Her
heart beat thundered at the pulse point in her neck and at some point during
the fight her clothes had torn. Her top hung off one shoulder, exposing acres
of creamy flesh, and Alzaar hardened to the point of pain at the curve of
breast tissue he could see as she moved. It had been way too long since he’d
felt a woman’s soft touch, and had lost himself to the sheer carnal pleasure of
seeking his relief in anything other than his own hand. He shook his head to
clear it of the erotic images battling in his brain. Instead, he took a closer
step until she had to crane her neck to look up at him, and with just one
well-placed flick of her wrist, he unarmed her. The dagger fell to the floor
and he kicked it away. Bentaan picked it up and deposited it in his weapon’s
belt, and he, too, advanced on the human.
One look
at his second-in-command proved him to be as in thrall of her as Alzaar himself
was, and that pissed him off even more. Friends a long time before Alzaar’s
marriage and mating to Bentaan’s sister, they were no strangers to sharing
females, but he didn’t want to share this one. Fuck he didn’t want her at all,
so maybe this was the solution. Let Bentaan at her and be done with it.
“Ignore
my menacing friend, here,” Bentaan said, and winked at Alzaar. “He doesn’t like
planets much, and I fear we’ve already overstayed our welcome on this one. We
mean you no harm, nor your daughter, but there is no time to explain any of
this. Our enemies will have tracked us down by now, so unless you want to fall
into Cirrion hands, I suggest you stop struggling and come with us. No one will
harm you onboard our ship. You have my word on that.”
The
human blinked back tears and shook her head, her gaze still darting between
them frantically. It was her daughter’s muffled, “Mummy” that seemed to make up
her mind for her. All the fight went out of her, just as renewed screams
announced the arrival of the Cirrion shuttle.
This
human space dock was neutral territory, or as neutral as the two races ever
got, but all bets would be off, once the Cirrions saw the female and her
daughter. These two would fetch a high price indeed on the open market, and
Alzaar crunched his teeth at the thought of a child being subjected to such
depravity.
The Tamarillion
was a war ship, not a transport ship, but they couldn’t very well leave
these two to their fates.
Before
she had a chance to give her answer, Alzaar swung her over his shoulder, and
ran for the exit. She screamed and kicked and pummeled his back, but he paid
her no heed. He swatted her ass twice instead and her outraged scream made him
smile, as the flesh wobbled under his fingertips. It seemed his human hid a
curvaceous body under those baggy clothes.
“Hold
still, human, you won’t get free. Bentaan has your daughter, and we need to get
out of here, unless you would rather she’d be sold as a sex slave.”
Predictably
she stopped struggling and her little hands fisted in the back of his tunic as
she pushed herself upward, no doubt to make sure Bentaan was indeed bringing
Jayde.
With an
uncharacteristic grin Alzaar started running in earnest, his second’s
reassuring footsteps following close behind. Shots fired and kicked up the
earth under his feet, as his troops cottoned on to their commander’s
predicament and opened fire from their cloaked position up above. One shot hit
his arm and the human screamed and jerked. The scent of her blood filled his
nostrils and Bentaan swore and overtook him, putting his big body between the
advancing band of Cirrions and the wide-eyed and frightened child in his arms.
Her mother went limp over his shoulder, and Alzaar whirled around with a roar
to shake the ground, and opened fire on the Cirrions closest to him.
“Alzaar,
now.”
At
Bentaan’s shout he once again whirled around and took off at a run toward their
shuttle. Bentaan activated the shields and took off the minute the hatch slid
shut behind them, and Alzaar lowered his unconscious burden onto one of the
padded benches.
She was
too damn still, and her breathing too labored for his liking.
“How is
she?” Bentaan asked, and her daughter started to cry louder. Jayde undid her
seat belt and threw herself at her mother with a heart-wrenching sob.
“Not
good, she got hit when the shot glanced off my arm. Damn it, there’s too much
blood. What’s the ETA?”
“Ten
minutes tops. I’m putting the medics on alert. Can you stop the bleed?”
Bentaan’s worry came through in his terse question and Alzaar swallowed the
curse bubbling on his tongue, mindful of the wide-eyed, tearful stare of the
little girl, who watched his every move.
He
smiled at her, and gently moved her out of the way.
“I need
room to work on your mother, little one. Let me help her.”
Much to
his surprise the tiny human moved instantly. She straightened her spine, bit
her lip, and nodded.
“You
make my mummy better? Mummy will be okay?”
The
whispered question settled deep in his gut and Alzaar nodded as he applied
pressure to the wound. He had the equipment onboard to seal the flesh
instantly, but he daren’t do so in case of internal injuries. He was also not
that familiar with human anatomy. Had the still woman in front of him been
Drakan, he wouldn’t have hesitated. Instead he shrugged out of his tunic,
balled it up, and pressed it to the wound with as much force as he dared apply.
“Your
mother will be fine, Jayde,” Bentaan replied and his gaze connected with
Alzaar’s across the little girl’s head. Alzaar knew the worry in his amber eyes
reflected his own. This human had to be all right. What on earth would they do
with a human child onboard ship, otherwise? “Tell, me have you ever been
onboard a starship before, Jayde?”
The
little girl swallowed a hiccup and shook her head.
“Then
you’re in for a treat. Come up here and you can watch us dock. It’s best if you
stay out of the way. Alzaar will take good care of your mother, and once we’re
back on the Tamarillion, we’ll take your mother to the sick bay and our
medical officer will make her all better.”
Another
forlorn hiccup followed but she did walk over to Bentaan and allowed him to
pull her on his lap.
“Daddy
didn’t get better,” she said, and Alzaar swore.
Blurb:
[Siren Ménage Amour: Erotic Futuristic
Sci-Fi Ménage a Trois, M/M/F, with M/M elements, HEA]
A warship is no place for a human mother
and her child. However, Drakan Commander Alzaar and his second-in-command,
Bentaan, have no choice but to bring Sapphyre and Jayde on board. Not least,
because their instincts scream at them that she is the one woman who can turn
them into a family again.
Sapphyre just wants to keep her daughter
safe. How on earth does she do that surrounded by droolworthy Aliens, when her
libido keeps leading her astray? It is abundantly clear that Alzaar doesn't
want her on board the ship. At least Bentaan does and the sex is out of this
world. If only her heart wasn't involved, and she didn't want both of them.
When the Tamarillion is attacked,
Sapphyre has to fight for her men and the ship she now calls home. Without her
all would be lost, and Alzaar finally shows his emotions.
However, when regulations and their pasts
collide, can they rescue each other?
A Siren Erotic Romance
****
Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good
description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily
basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from
adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with
children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive
husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do
after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the
locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her
characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will
find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any
peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy
tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they
get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love
stories are guaranteed.
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