Imagine an Alien Lottery for Humans…

Can you imagine living on Earth during a time where aliens have overtaken the planet? One of their perks is having a lottery every few months. Their winning prize? Fertile human females. Now, imagine if there was a human female who refused to comply? I have a HOT new dark reverse harem science fiction piece just out. See what you think!

HARVEST

“You’ll be punished.”

How many times had I heard that very statement before? How many sleepless nights hadharvest_full I envisioned the monsters taking me, using me? Filling every hole with one of their thick, hard cocks?

Shivering, I blinked away the ugly visions, making a promise to myself that I would escape. Somehow. Someway.

Then there was my family to worry about. I cringed, my skin tingling from anticipation. The Centurions were monsters. Brutal savages. And there was nothing any of the aliens could do to change my mind.

The horrible premonitions were coming true. My mind was rattled, petrified that everything I’d dreamt during the last two weeks had actually occurred. My skin tingled, my pussy quivering much as it had since the experience in the woods. Maybe I was losing my mind, the fear overtaking any concept of reality.

But I couldn’t get the monster out of my mind.

Voltar…

His entire body reeked of testosterone, a man to be feared, his power evident in every move he made. Broad shoulders, a carved chest, rippled abs that were every girl’s fantasy.

But he was an alien. A damn beast that I was supposed to fear.

Then why did I hunger for him every night?

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Every time the primitive drums were hit with the cloth-covered mallets I jumped. There was no fear given what they were doing was on the massive screen, just simple disgust. Others in my group crowded closer, as if the monsters holding court were magical gods, able to free them from their daily confines. I wanted to laugh and make fun of them for their obviously misguided cravings, but what else did they have to live for?

Being locked away, never having the freedom to make a single choice—other than to submit or die.

I am woman, hear me roar.

I’d learned the expression, one from so long ago, from my mother. But even she’d lost her will to fight. A nauseating chill swept down my spine, trickling along the backs of my legs even though the temperature was close to eighty degrees. Everything about the Centurions and their ruthless ways repulsed me yet sent the fear of the unknown skittering into my bloodstream. I’d fought so hard to keep my self-worth, trying to enjoy the life we’d been forced into, but days like these were debilitating, shaking me to my core. I thought about the words I often said to myself in an effort to curtail my rage.

I am Felicity Michaels and no man or beast will ever strip away my identity or my dignity. Ever.

Only the aliens were capable of doing much more, at least if I was luckyenough to win the so-called lottery.

We all stood staring at the videogram, a retelling of one of the recent celebrations, the show meant to entice us for the upcoming Feast.

Feast. Feast. Feast.

The chanting would forever burn in the back of my mind.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” one of the girls asked no one in particular, her dilated eyes wide open and her hand raised as if able to stroke the copper-colored hair of the girl leading the others into a tight formation. Every single one of the women on display in the video seemed catatonic, as if they’d been drugged or worse, brainwashed into thinking they were facing a glorious life. They were all dressed in magnificent clothing, silks and satin in vibrant colors. I knew in my heart their attire was all for the glorious show.

They were simply being turned into well trained pets for the Centurions, a fate worse than death in my mind. I couldn’t fathom why no one else in our group seemed to notice the chosen’s artificial smiles and glassy eyes. Maybe they simply didn’t care. I glanced around me at the eager faces, pursed lips, and body language indicating they were turned on by the few aliens being shown in the videograms.

“No, they’re not,” I answered, more under my breath than anything. I wasn’t well liked, as if I gave a shit, but I had to be careful not to cause a commotion or the Watchers would flag my number, removing me from the upcoming celebration. They were the low-level Centurion soldiers, every one of them dangerous. I’d seen with my own eyes what the nasty creatures did to misbehaving girls. Any of them causing commotion were humiliated in front of every man and woman, stripped of their clothing and shackled, spanked like naughty little girls until their ass cheeks were flaming red.

 

“Come here, Earthling. You deserve to be punished.” His deep voice floated across the courtyard, the sound penetrating into the darkest parts of me. He patted his lap, his lip curled in an exaggerated fashion, the sneer on his face indicating he approved of my naked body.

I heard the chants all around me, the gregarious calls from those hungering to see me punished. A light breeze wafted across my skin, forwarding the horrific stench of the monster in my direction, yet my pussy clenched in anticipation. I did as I was told, my feet dragging as I inched closer, trying not to breathe, willing my mind to obey. If not, the consequences would be even worse.

He reached out, his fingers dancing along the skin of my forearm, tickling my synapses until my nipples hardened. I had no idea why I felt such blatant desire for a being I considered so wretched, but my body betrayed me, my breasts aching with deep longing. “Do you understand why you’re being whipped, little girl?”

I wanted to shout out that I was a woman and not a little girl, but I merely nodded. The thick leather strap lay by his side, a favored implement and one that could inflict significant pain. Why was my mouth watering and goosebumps popping along my arms and legs?

“Excellent. We will mold you into a perfect mate yet.” Yanking me over his massive lap, he pressed his hand on the small of my back. “You are to be given thirty lashes.”

As the strap was driven down against my buttocks, I squirmed and moaned, pain coursing throughout my body. And I wanted more…

The vision was far too real, leaving me shivering. I’d never wanted a controlling man, one who was used to getting what he wanted. Never. I wanted a hero, a gorgeous blond human fighting for my love, gentle and understanding. Unfortunately, he would also be fighting for our lives. No human male was allowed to mate with females any longer, at least not those under the protection of the Centurions. Human males were used as workers, true slaves tending to fields and what livestock remained living on Earth. Every young woman was considered property of the Centurions.

Forever.

What do you think? I think the aliens just might have their hands full!

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Piper

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PRIMITIVE is LIVE

I do love my dark predators. I have a new dark reverse harem science fiction HOT off the presses. Imagine trying to repopulate a new world in order to make certain humans survive BUT you run into true predators. Then imagine when they set their sites on you, craving every inch of you. Well… What’s a girl to do?

PRIMITIVE

There was nothing else but this creature, this beautiful and masculine being.

And he wanted me.

He cocked his head, taking cautious steps, studying me in a manner that could only be primitive_fulldescribed as seductive, undressing me with his eyes. The intimacy shared between us was explosive, so unexpected that I had no sense of anything else but this moment. There was no doubt what he was thinking.

What he was desiring.

I heard his growl, a deep rumble coming from the pit of his stomach. This was the sound of ownership, possession.

And I knew he was prepared to take me.

Capture me.

Use me.

He reached out, his fingers brushing across my lips, issuing a keening howl to the others. Within seconds, I was tossed over his shoulder. He moved swiftly, turning and running even in the deep snow. I was thrown into a paralyzing state, unable to move or fight back. I could just make out two of the others in my group but only for a few seconds, the blinding snow forcing everything in my world into a whirling white blur.

“Don’t,” I said weakly, but I knew he couldn’t hear and had no way of knowing if he even understood. The howling wind became a roar, echoing in my ears. I pummeled my fists against his back. It was no use. I was his prisoner.

I was aware of other beasts, moving in a formation together and even though I couldn’t see them, I could hear their bitter cries, howls and roars of angry monsters moving away from the battle they’d fought.

What seemed like only minutes passed but suddenly I could no longer feel the effects of the ravaging weather. Dazed and confused, I tried to get my bearings, attempting to lift my head. All I could see was stone and a roaring fire. Suddenly, I was on the ground near the warmth. I closed my eyes, the frigid chill making me sleepy.

Hands came from nowhere, touching my face and removing my hat. Then my jacket and shoes. I struggled to keep my eyes open, but I was so tired, drained. When I blinked again, it was as if the fantasy had come true.

A face loomed over mine, fingers gently brushing across my cheek. The Viking. This had to be a wondrous dream. He rubbed my hands between his, blowing on them every few seconds. When he seemed satisfied, he finished undressing me.

Others surrounded me, gorgeous creatures with luminescent eyes. I was naked, being caressed and fondled. My face. My breasts. Hands moved between my legs, stroking my wetness, thrusting into my pussy. The realization hit me and I fought back, slapping and kicking until I was able to scramble to my feet. “No!”

Two of them snarled, peering at me with luminescent eyes.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I demanded, trying to cover my nakedness. I was surrounded.

There was no answer, merely husky growls coming from every direction. I could see their eyes, famished stares as they inched closer. Every one of them was dressed in thick fur and I could tell covering massive, carved bodies. I’d never seen such glorious men in my life, barbaric and almost perfect. This couldn’t be happening. This was a dream, a beautiful, sensuous dream. “Who are you? What do you want?”

The Viking advanced, taking long strides in my direction. When he stood only inches from me, he curled his lip and lowered his head until our lips were almost touching. Spreading his fingers, he gingerly placed them on my face, adding just a touch of pressure.

The connection was intense, vibrant, and so alive. The others crowded closer yet keeping their distance. It was as if they knew they had to be invited. I was terrified beyond belief but the electricity soaring through us was so beautiful, as if we’d always been tethered together.

He pressed his lips against mine, using his tongue until both our mouths were open.

Until I yielded.

This was insane, but I darted my tongue inside, tasting his sweet essence. He allowed me to have control for only a few seconds before shoving me against the stone, grabbing my hands into his and lifting my arms over my head. The kiss became a passionate roar of two beasts consumed in hunger. Shame rushed into every cell, a reminder that I should fight to get away, to run fast and hard.

Then why was every ounce of my being in desperate need? Why was I burning from the inside out, ignited by fuel oozing from this beast?

He kicked my legs apart, dragging my arms together until he was able to wrap his long, filthy fingers around both wrists. Our tongues entwined as he shoved his hand between my legs, fingering my pussy in a brutal fashion, stretching my cunt muscles.

Dirty creatures.

Filthy beasts.

Savage monsters.

I didn’t care.

I moaned into the kiss, arching my back as much as I was allowed as his fingers thrust deep and hard in rapid succession. I was so wet, seared to the core from his touch. Everything about his desire seemed voracious, as if he needed to quench his thirst, feast on every inch of my tender skin.

He swirled his thumb around my clit then his actions became rough and unyielding.

I was pitched into raw, blinding ecstasy, my pussy muscles clamping around the thick invasion. I bucked and undulated, stunned as I was swept into a raging climax. The dazzling sensations rocked my entire body. I could no longer see or think clearly, my entire body trembling. I would have fallen if his roughhewn hands weren’t holding me aloft.

When he finally released me, I stumbled, forced to cling onto the soft fur covering his body. My breathing was ragged, the climax still continuing. Stars floated in front of my eyes, the joy of the blip in time something I’d never experienced.

A languishing guttural sound filtered from the depths of his being as he took a second step back, breaking the connection entirely. He placed his juice-covered fingers into his mouth, making husky sounds as he licked and sucked, taking his time to drag his tongue up and down every finger. I’d never seen such a possessive look on a man’s face as he gazed at me, his eyes sweeping up and down before easing the fur away from his body.

“Oh, God,” I muttered as the glow of the fire cast a shimmer across his naked body. He was absolutely perfect in proportion, chiseled biceps and carved pecs. Thick veins ran down the length of his arms, pulsing in the same manner as his glorious huge cock. His balls were swollen, hanging low between his legs and all I could think about was having them in my mouth, savoring their tangy flavor.

Hearing other sounds, I dared glance in the direction of the noise, my breath catching in my throat. They were all equally as gorgeous, although their skin was like burnished copper, their eyes glowing.

And they all hungered for me.

The Viking eased his hand to his shaft, stroking up and down. Even from where I was standing, I could see the bead of pre-cum leaking from his sensitive slit. I bit my lip, trying to keep from moaning.

From begging.

I was like a crazed animal, filled with lust.

No. I couldn’t do this. A moment of clarity rocketed into my brain, shame furrowing to the point I had difficulty swallowing. I couldn’t hunger for these… beasts. I was a scientist. I was a professional. I backed away, throwing out my hand and darting my eyes for the entrance to the cave. “Get away from me. I don’t want this. Take me back. Now! I am an important scientist. What you did is a crime.”

Narrowing his eyes, the Viking remained in the same position, folding his arms and a look of amusement crossing his face.

“I gave you orders!” I was yelling at creatures who had no understanding of English. Several of the cavemen inched closer, husky growls permeating the dense space. I took several additional steps backward, calculating the time to get out of the cave. I had to try to escape.

Issuing a guttural noise in order to draw my attention, the Viking commanded my return, using a quick snap of his head.

“Not a chance, buster. I don’t belong to you.” My tone was filled with defiance, even arrogance.

The Viking took a single step closer, his growl more intense and the sweep of his head more virulent. When I didn’t respond, he threw his head back and roared.

I snatched one of the pelts from a pile, using that moment to dart out of the cave and into the storm. Blinded by blowing snow, I took two steps forward, slipping and going down hard. As I started to slide, I managed to see a few feet in front of me and to the edge of a cliff. Oh, God. Oh, God!Before I could open my mouth to scream, massive hands grabbed my arms, pulling me to safety. I was thrown against the Viking’s chest, panting from the terror.

He cupped my face, taking ragged, deep breaths, his rough thumb rubbing back and forth across my lips. I could see a moment of concern in his eyes, but only for seconds. Fire returned, shimmering in his irises as he issued another savage growl, tossing me once against over his shoulder and carrying me back inside.

And I knew by instinct what he was thinking.

I’d disobeyed him, almost getting myself killed in the process. The moment he eased me to the stone floor, ripping the pelt out of my hands, I shivered. No longer from shame, this time because of guilt. I was nothing more than a misbehaving girl.

He’d saved me.

He’d protected me.

This… roughhewn creature had become my hero.

I was shocked when he yanked me around, my face pressed up against the cool stone. I had no idea what to expect and when his hand smacked hard against my bottom, I jumped, whimpering as a slice of pain entered my system. I struggled to turn around, but his hand was firmly wrapped around my neck in a possessive manner.

SYNOPSIS

I came to this planet to study men. I found only beasts.

I was sent to this world to help build a new Earth, but I was shocked by what I found here. The men of this planet are not just primitive savages. They are predators, and I am now their prey…

The government lied to all of us. Not all of the creatures who hunted and captured me are aliens. Some of them were human once, specimens transformed in labs into little more than feral beasts.

I fought, but I was thrown over a shoulder and carried off. I ran, but I was caught and punished. Now they are going to claim me, share me, and use me so roughly that when the last screaming climax has been wrung from my naked, helpless body, I wonder if I’ll still know my own name.

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There are HUGE Predators

I thought I’d give you a sexy taste of what just might be my upcoming release on July 5th. You know I love to mix my genres. I can’t help myself. On this gorgeous Friday, take a taste of…

PREDATOR

“Get going! Get the fuck going!” Greg demanded, popping off another series of shots in the direction of the attack.

Both Shane and Samuel shot past me, trudging through the forest, their faces paralyzed with panic. Ice and snow continued to fall, stained in crimson. I noticed Dr. Consuelos alien twocrawling toward us, anguish covering his face. Everything was surreal, time almost standing still.

“Help. Me.” I don’t know how I was able to understand his dying words as a series of keening growls permeated the air, but I did, and the sound would forever haunt me.

Run. Run. Run!I was drowning in a quicksand of ice, my feet slipping.

A deep roar rumbled through the forest, stilling every other creature. I heard a series of thunderous noises. They were coming.

They were coming for me.

Suddenly, I was alone and in a few seconds of insanity where there was no doubt I was going to die, I saw his face. A very human face but there was something wrong. No, not wrong exactly. The look of this amazing creature was like a vision from the heavens above, rugged and handsome. How could I think this way? I was frozen with fear, but my mind reeling as electricity soared between us. Then a second and a third creature emerged from the frozen shadows, their faces appearing as if from distant planets, not from the depths of the forest. These weren’t beasts of this world, but creations from another.

An unsettling rushed through my mind, creating a series of tingles along every inch of skin. I was mesmerized, unable to move.

One beast stepped forward, his body moving through the snow with ease. Massive in size and structure, he stood at well over seven feet tall. Long dark hair, matted with snow and ice framed an angular, chiseled face. He was covered in fur pelts and for a few seconds I thought I was witnessing a Viking in battle. While there was no way to make out his features, I could see his eyes as they bore into mine, penetrating into my very soul.

Even in the blinding snow, I was able to lock onto his amazing emerald green eyes, flecks of gold and amethyst glowing in the dimness. The fantasy.His expression was carnal, laced with extreme danger, but his actions toward me weren’t a threat, merely curiosity.

And hunger.

I could almost read his mind, his primitive thoughts regarding feasting.

And fucking.

His burning gaze made my tummy buzz, my nipples harden, desire burning my flesh. Everything about this was preposterous, being turned on by some flesh-eating monster, but my mouth was dry from a building excitement. I was jittery, even in the freezing cold, trying to catch my breath as his gaze deepened, hardened by the horrific life he’d led.

I hadn’t realized I’d taken several steps closer, drawn to him by a connection that could not be denied. I lifted my arm, struggling to reach him. To touch him. He came even closer, his growl rumbling into my very core. My body was warm, infused with an intense longing penetrating every muscle and cell. My pussy clenched, a reaction I hadn’t experienced other than in a dream in a very long time. I could almost gather a scent of cream slickening my panties, an absolute impossibility.

There was nothing else but this creature, this beautiful and masculine being.

And he wanted me.

He cocked his head, taking cautious steps, studying me in a manner that could only be described as seductive, undressing me with his eyes. The intimacy shared between us was explosive, so unexpected that I had no sense of anything else but this moment. There was no doubt what he was thinking.

What he was desiring.

I heard his growl, a deep rumble coming from the pit of his stomach. This was the sound of ownership, possession.

And I knew he was prepared to take me.

Capture me.

Use me.

He reached out, his fingers brushing across my lips, issuing a keening howl to the others. Within seconds, I was tossed over his shoulder. He moved swiftly, turning and running even in the deep snow. I was thrown into a paralyzing state, unable to move or fight back. I could just make out two of the others in my group but only for a few seconds, the blinding snow forcing everything in my world into a whirling white blur.

“Don’t,” I said weakly, but I knew he couldn’t hear and had no way of knowing if he even understood. The howling wind became a roar, echoing in my ears. I pummeled my fists against his back. It was no use. I was his prisoner.

I was aware of other beasts, moving in a formation together and even though I couldn’t see them, I could hear their bitter cries, howls and roars of angry monsters moving away from the battle they’d fought.

What seemed like only minutes passed but suddenly I could no longer feel the effects of the ravaging weather. Dazed and confused, I tried to get my bearings, attempting to lift my head. All I could see was stone and a roaring fire. Suddenly, I was on the ground near the warmth. I closed my eyes, the frigid chill making me sleepy.

Hands came from nowhere, touching my face and removing my hat. Then my jacket and shoes. I struggled to keep my eyes open, but I was so tired, drained. When I blinked again, it was as if the fantasy had come true.

A face loomed over mine, fingers gently brushing across my cheek. The Viking. This had to be a wondrous dream. He rubbed my hands between his, blowing on them every few seconds. When he seemed satisfied, he finished undressing me.

Others surrounded me, gorgeous creatures with luminescent eyes. I was naked, being caressed and fondled. My face. My breasts. Hands moved between my legs, stroking my wetness, thrusting into my pussy. The realization hit me and I fought back, slapping and kicking until I was able to scramble to my feet. “No!”

Two of them snarled, peering at me with luminescent eyes.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I demanded, trying to cover my nakedness. I was surrounded.

There was no answer, merely husky growls coming from every direction. I could see their eyes, famished stares as they inched closer. Every one of them was dressed in thick fur and I could tell covering massive, carved bodies. I’d never seen such glorious men in my life, barbaric and almost perfect. This couldn’t be happening. This was a dream, a beautiful, sensuous dream. “Who are you? What do you want?”

The Viking advanced, taking long strides in my direction. When he stood only inches from me, he curled his lip and lowered his head until our lips were almost touching. Spreading his fingers, he gingerly placed them on my face, adding just a touch of pressure.

The connection was intense, vibrant, and so alive. The others crowded closer yet keeping their distance. It was as if they knew they had to be invited. I was terrified beyond belief but the electricity soaring through us was so beautiful, as if we’d always been tethered together.

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DANGEROUS

Shoring my shoulders, I made my way to his room, plastering on a huge smile. There was no way he would recognize me from a few hours before. None. Right? I brushed my hand through my hair, calming my nerves then held my hand in front of the door, ready to knock. All the adrenaline and courage seemed to leak out and I was just about ready to run away with my tail between my legs. Then my nagging voice laughed at me. I had every right to be cautious. What if this guy had been sent to find me? Slinking back, I collided with the railing, huffing as I almost catapulted over the top. This was ridiculous.

If the gorgeous hunk of a man had been sent to hunt me down, I’d be locked in a trunk somewhere. That is assuming he had another vehicle. See, another reason the guy had todangerous_full be on the up and up. He’d traveled here on a bike. I rolled my eyes, laughing at myself. Some brave chick I was.

My confidence back in check, my knuckles were ready to rap on the door when it was yanked open, the force almost pulling me inside.

“What the hell do you want?” the gruff voice asked, intense green eyes flashing at me.

“I, um…” The tall drink of water was even sexier up close. He towered over me, his rippling muscles and broad chest mouthwatering. His well-worn jeans accentuated all the delicious traits God had adorned him with.

A thick cock begging to be set free.

Even the jagged scar covering a good portion of his face was strangely enticing. Every cell in my body was on fire, ignited from embers that had never been this combustible.

He raked his eyes down the length of me, a sneer on his face. I could tell by the lingering look exactly what he was thinking, brutal and raw sex. When his gaze settled on my breasts, I didn’t have to take a glance to know my nipples were fully erect, poking through the thin material of my shirt. This was a mistake, a huge mistake. “I’m sorry. I must have the wrong room.”

“I don’t think so, little lady.” His massive hand snapped around my wrist, yanking me inside. I heard the door slamming and whimpered under my breath. I was in so much trouble. Within a split second, I was shoved up against the wall, his powerful frame only inches from mine. “I’ll ask you again, what do you want?”

“Nothing, I…” I was never tongue-tied. Ever. But the scent of him, all musk and testosterone filtered into my nose, assaulting not only my body but my brain cells as well. All I could think about was wallowing naked underneath his carved-like-stone muscles, being ravaged in every manner.

“Nothing, eh? From what I heard, you were looking specifically for me. There’s always a reason. Who sent you?”

The damn clerk had warned him of my pending arrival. Fucker.“No one sent me. I was going to offer you a drink. You know, from the Sandpiper just down the road?” I snarked as I pointed to my chest, almost dying of embarrassment since his eyes were drawn back to my very hard, elongated nipples.

He narrowed his eyes, leaning in and taking a deep whiff. When he blew the hot breath across my cheek and neck, I thought I was going to fall into a puddle on the floor. No man had ever had this kind of effect on me. He was also irritating as hell, trying his best to play the bad guy in order to terrify me.

“A drink, huh? I don’t see anything in your hands that would indicate you’re telling the truth, shirt or no shirt. I suggest you come clean or pay the consequences.”

Now, he pissed me off, his arrogance way off the charts. “What did you say?”

He leaned closer until his lips were only centimeters from mine. “You heard me. You better come clean or else.”

“Are you threatening me?” I glared into his eyes, rising onto my tiptoes. The move was clumsy, pushing our lips together. I could taste a hint of liquor and the kind of indulgence that was all male. Everything about this man was intoxicating, but I refused to allow him to notice.

We both lingered in that position, as if daring the other to initiate the kiss. I was the one who shrank back, even though I would have loved to have his tongue in my mouth.

“I don’t threaten. I make promises. Now, I suggest you come clean or I might just have to punish you.”

“Excuse me?” I laughed, shrinking back even further against the wall. “Punish? Are you nuts? Just let me go. I won’t bother you, but the drink offer is off the table.” There was no way to budge the concrete block standing in front of me. I could tell my lower lip was quivering, giving me away. I was forced to admit that the man excited the hell out of me. He was dark and dangerous, mysterious and stimulating in ways that sent nefarious images floating in front of my eyes.

“I don’t think so. You’re better off to tell me who sent you. I promise I’ll go easy on you.”

“Easy? Just who do you think you are?” I smacked my hands against his chest, somehow managing to move the boulder just enough to slink out from under his arms, racing toward the door.

He caught me again easily enough, chuckling darkly as he jerked me against his chest. “You know what I think?”

“I don’t want to know.” I glared at him, squirming to get out of his hold. Even through the dense fabric of my jeans, I gathered a scent of my pussy juice. My panties were already soaked. Shame shifted through me. How could I be attracted in any manner?

The he-man slowly darted his gaze downward, lifting a single eyebrow. “Well, I’m going to tell you anyway. Anyone who spies, snoops, or tries to gather information about me will be punished and you’re no exception.”

I hope you enjoyed and have a great weekend!

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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Bad Boy or Bully Romance?

I love to ask readers what kinds of books they enjoy, what they’re getting tired of and what they’d like to see. Curious minds always want to know. The other day I asked about reverse harem books on Facebook, whether they were starting to lose favor. The replies were mixed, some readers truly preferring other genres, but the vast majority said its not dead yet. I think that’s just preference and style.

That’s not the interesting part. The subject came up about bully romance, even in the reverse harem genre in that its now popular. While I do try and keep up with the ever Sexy mcchanging world of erotic romance, various genre tweaks come up every couple of months or so. First of all, I’m just posing questions and being curious. Readers SHOULD be able to enjoy whatever kind of books they want. No censorship. No judging so don’t go down that road. I write in various genres myself and respect all of them.

However, I realized that there is no way I could ever write a bully romance. I LOATHE bullies. I was the kid who would jump into a middle of a situation and scream at the bully to stop. That continued with me into adulthood. I don’t care what you say or do to me, but pick on a friend, family member, sweet and innocent animal or a lovely other human? You’re toast. I’ll do everything in my power to embarrass and make you feel like… Oh, and if you back me into a corner, you won’t like me very much! Imagine the terrible things I could think of doing to you since I write thrillers as well. Well, you know.

My guess is that I would kill off my bully character before the end of the book. So, I was thinking. What is the difference in a bad boy and a bully? For me, I think the bad boys we love so much truly have a good side, a heart of gold just waiting to be opened like a flower. Our heroines usually are the ones to pull the mask aside, revealing his soft little underbelly.

Bullies? Well, sure, they might have some horrible situation that happened to them, but I honestly see them as just being mean spirited. I don’t think they are redeemable, at least in my mind. What do you think? Can you read about a truly wretched individual and feel remotely sorry for them or hope they get together with the heroine? 

Where did bully romance come from anyway? I wonder (and again, no expert here) if this is a byproduct of dub-con or non-con. Darker romances are truly increasing in popularity and I think readers are looking for a twist. Let’s face it, the market is flooded with some AMAZING stories. There are so many glorious authors and ones that are up and coming. Too many to name all of them but I respect their dedication and hard work.

I do love my bad boys and that concept has been around for eons. Heck, even Grease – yeah, back from decades ago – the bad boy was really a sweet and loving young man. It took the heroine morphing into a bad girl to really created the magic. Or did it? 

Men on Harleys or horses, mercenaries, assassins, mafia men. They all can be killers but they always seem to want something sweeter, softer. What does a bully want? Acceptance? I adore my mafia men. And yes, they actually kill people. Does that make them all bad? Another curious question.

I’m curious as to your thoughts. Just my musings on an early Sunday morning.

Love to all and enjoy the day. And READ!

Piper

Predator…

Have you ever experienced a predator? There are many definitions, vile creatures who destroy lives. I wanted to write a science fiction piece that pushes certain boundaries. This just might be the next release. See what you think…

PREDATOR

Earth Two—2122

Cassia

Damnation and death.

I was headed for both.

The words shot through my mind, pinpricks from hell. The thought had filtered through alien twomy rattled brain several times since leaving Earth.

“A few of them look almost human. Don’t they?” The male voice was husky, clearly amused. “Dr. Forrester thinks he’s God. Doesn’t he? I don’t know how you tolerated working with him.”

As we broke into the atmosphere, an unsettling feeling created a wave of nausea. The shuttle shifted, shaking for a few seconds. Normally I had no fear of flying but today, everything seemed off. Foreboding. “I’m sorry?” I knew his name was Samuel, Dr. Samuel Winter. He’d introduced himself in a manner that suggested I should kowtow to him. All men thought that way these days, as if women were their property.

Not a chance in hell.

“The sample creatures. Many of them look, well, human, which I’m certain the doctor you work with takes all credit for. Makes you wonder what’s out there in the universe. Must be varied species living on Earth Two. Get this, they’re bred to be dominant in their behavior,” he said, chortling in a disgusting manner. “Can you imagine what the hell that means? Oh, I guess you know that already. Big mother fuckers but at least humanoid in design. Shame they’re nothing but animals.”

An unsettling feeling trickled into my mind, pulling me into the same kind of vision I’d had before. Why here and now? I closed my eyes, desperately trying to shove the images into a locked box I could hide from, but they refused to be denied.

“Little Cassia, I will dominate you in every kinky way possible. You will learn to obey my every command.” His gruff voice sliced across me like smooth velvet. As the creature stepped forward into the light, I dropped to my knees, crawling toward him on my hands and knees. He leered down at me, growling in a savage manner. He was brutally handsome, his massive cock throbbing, swollen balls hanging between his muscular legs. I was his property.

I lowered my head out of respect, trying to control my breathing. I’d been taught never to cry or to make any noise, but I knew he would punish me, spanking me for defying him. I bit my lip to keep from crying, but the tears betrayed me, sliding down my cheeks.

“You were disobedient.”

“Yes, Master. I’m so sorry.”

“You will pay for your sins, little one.”

I expected to feel the lash of his strap, but instead, he lifted my chin with a single finger, forcing me to look into his shimmering green eyes. Desire nearly ravaged my body, my pussy clenching and my nipples aching to the point of anguish. I studied his face, ashamed at both my sins as well as the intense yearning, but wanting him. I longed to please him. His long hair hung down, framing his chiseled face, dirt from the battle unable to hide his masculinity. I was mesmerized by the way he looked at me, raw and visceral, his hunger unbridled.

He would devour me.

My master jutted his hips forward, slapping his cock against my face.

Shaking, I took his cock into my hand and ran my fingers along his bulging shaft. Shivers coursed through every vein as I crowded between his legs. My pussy clenched again, almost shoving me into a powerful orgasm. I couldn’t. I wasn’t allowed to come.

“Take me into your mouth,” he instructed.

I obeyed instantly, opening my mouth wide, my tongue darting around the bulbous head. The taste of him was ripe with a burst of tang and as he filled my mouth, planting his hands on my head, I accepted my place.

His possession.

His slave.

He pumped into my mouth, fucking it long and hard until I gagged from the girth. He was so large, but I wanted nothing more than to take every inch. He issued a series of guttural sounds coming from deep within his belly as he face-fucked me, using me just as he’d told me on the day he’d captured me in the forest. Water came to my eyes, forcing me to blink.

Finally, my throat relaxed and I closed my eyes, performing my duty. It wasn’t long until I sensed his climax. Clamping down around the thick invasion, I swirled my tongue back and forth as beads of saliva dripped from both sides of my mouth.

Hissing and growling, he threw his head back and roared, spewing his seed deep within my throat.

When he finished filling my mouth, I cleaned his cock as required, licking and sucking until he was satisfied. Pulling me onto my feet, he dragged me toward the godawful bench, the crude wooden piece the thing I hated the most. As he secured my wrists and ankles, I wanted to beg for forgiveness, but there was no such thing in this primitive world.

I stretched against my bindings only once, fearful the round of discipline would be lengthened. The whooshing sound of his favorite strap forced a single moan and I only prayed that he hadn’t heard. I braced for the pain, the agony that would come.

And it did.

Luscious. Delicious. Intense.

Shameful.

I was so ashamed that I was his possession, humiliated I was being treated like a child.

Even as my pussy clenched, almost climaxing.

He issued several harsh smacks in succession, slapping my bottom over and over again. The pain was blinding, even as my pussy slickened the cool wood as I undulated my hips, grinding until there was pleasure. And I kept repeating the same mantra over and over again.

I belong to him.

His property.

You want this. You crave him.

I noticed the others waiting, their cocks standing at full attention. They were all beasts, every one of them ripped from head to toe.

And they were hungry, famished to feast on my body.

I was unable to process my emotions, confusion mixing with temptation. I didn’t want any man or beast to control me. But my body betrayed me, longing for his firm touch and the feel of his thick cock being shoved into every hole.

The cracking sound of the thick leather echoed in my ears as the wave of anguish curled my toes. I clenched my fists, gulping for air to fill my lungs, to provide some sense of understanding.

And peace.

My master stopped, the sound of his thudding boots drowning out my moans. The second his finger wiggled into my asshole, I closed my eyes.

“We will take you in every manner, brutal and without compromise. You were meant to belong to us.”

The sounds of the others snarling and growling as they advanced should have produced utter terror. Instead, I was wet with anticipation.

Jesus.

Where in the hell had that come from? I was cognizant that my nipples were very hard, pushing against my shirt. I imagined the brute sucking on them, biting down with sharp teeth. I could almost feel his thick, long finger thrusting into my asshole. “God.” The word escaped my mouth and I could almost taste trickles of the beast’s cum. I was fucking losing my mind. We’d been in space too long, the trip arduous.

“Did you hear a word I was saying, sweetheart?” Samuel snipped.

Damn it! I glanced at the screen he was pointing to, sighing as he flipped from one grainy photograph to another, blinking several times before I realized the haze had nothing to do with my eyes. Whoever had taken the pictures required a lesson in photography, but the monsters’ rugged features were easy to see.

Big, brooding, and rock hard.

What do you think? I will tell you, there might be Viking cavemen involved…

Don’t forget, the third in the Cenzan alien world is HOT HOT HOT off the presses. You can read this one as a stand alone and if you have KU, it’s FREE to read!

HUNTING THEIR MATE

They hunted me. They caught me. Now they’re going to breed me.

As far as I’m concerned, the Cenzans will always be the enemy, and there can be no huntingtheirmatepeace while they remain on our planet. I planned to make them pay for invading our world, but I was hunted down and captured by two of their warriors with the help of a battle-hardened former Marine. Now I’m the one who is going to pay, as the three of them punish me, shame me, and share me.

Though the thought of a fellow human taking the side of these alien brutes enrages me, that is far from the worst of it. With every searing stroke of the strap that lands across my bare bottom, with every savage thrust as I am claimed over and over, and with every screaming climax, it is made more clear that it is my own quivering, thoroughly used body which has truly betrayed me.

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Hunting Their Mate

I have another fabulous release coming tomorrow! The third in the Cenzan world, where aliens fight to rebuild their lives, creating a new home on Earth. I had huge reactions to the human character, one dark and dangerous ex-Marine nicknamed Killer. I had so many requests to write his story that well, I just had to. Just a little taste for you…

HUNTING THEIR MATE

Earth – March 2146

Kristina

The Creepers were everywhere, consuming our resources and destroying our way of life. They were true monsters, walking the Earth as if we owed them something. To hell with that. The mother fuckers thought they could rule us, and even more disgusting was the realization that a huge percentage of humans had fallen into their trap. They actuallyhuntingtheirmate believed the gargantuan aliens wanted to be our friends, keep the peace.

I knew better.

The Cenzan Federation had infiltrated Earth almost two years before, blending with our people. The various government reactions had been mixed, although mostly favorable, acting as if their arrival had been foreseen.

Maybe it had.

I certainly knew there were possibilities of other lifeforms, had been educated to understand we couldn’t be the only inhabitable planet, but to have them not only living but thriving on our bruised and broken planet had been horrific to watch. Those past two years had changed everything, including my beliefs in any concept of a decent future.

I’d seen the Cenzan soldiers in action dozens if not hundreds of times, their false pretenses easy to see through. All they hungered for were human females to breed and bear their ugly little hybrids. I snorted at the thought. And the recent propaganda being issued by the various government leaders was ridiculous.

A New World Full of Peace and Prosperity.

Uh-huh. Only if every last breathing alien creature was wiped off our planet.

I allowed my mind to wander to a horrible vision from the past, the very moment I was shoved into the position of forging a new path, existing on my own. My entire world had been exterminated, the weapons used: Cenzan guns. I’d been the single person from my home village to survive and the only reason because I’d wandered off, longing for time alone at my favorite stream. I’d heard the shots, the bloodcurdling screams as I raced through the trees. At that moment, I’d lost every ounce of humanity as well as the majority of my heart, my entire family taken from me.

Hatred had replaced any concept of love.

A mission formed in my mind as I cradled my dying baby sister in my arms.

I would hunt the aliens down one by one.

“That the place you mentioned?” I asked as the small group of us exited the bank of trees and the protection the forest offered, leaving our dirt bikes hidden under thorny brush. What was left of this particular dilapidated city had been turned into refuge stations for humans and aliens alike, dirty little bars and shitty shacks offering a fine selection of proclivities for those with the cash.

I wasn’t in the mood for anything but a stiff drink and some information. If by chance we were able to eliminate a few Cenzans, then the night would be considered damn good.

“That’s it. To Hell and Back. Catchy name, huh?” Luci laughed as she walked in front of me, studying the layout. She was one of my most formidable lieutenants, a weapons expert, including the use of Cenzan guns. We had a dozen in our arsenal and they’d come to good use in a full-scale attack. One day, our camp would be discovered by our enemy, but on that day, the aliens would be the ones to suffer.

Our particular mission on this full moon night was to gather information, securing the locations of Cenzan run colonies in order to develop an operational scheme. A bar where the liquor flowed and one known to be sympathetic to the aliens was the best place to garner correct data. It was amazing what human males would spill to females who offered them a seductive smile.

As far as the Cenzans? The plan was similar, only the alien warriors wouldn’t survive.

The bar had certainly seen better days, the dilapidated siding a sad reminder of our broken world. At least the neon sign, albeit missing a few bulbs, was glowing brightly in the night sky. Not every city had been destroyed during the great human war fifty years before, but those that hadn’t been were inundated with Cenzans, working and living alongside our illustrious government leaders and the pretty and privileged people.

The Creepers promised to help humans rebuild, using their expert knowledge. I’d yet to see anything worthwhile.

Ginger moved beside Luci, retrieving the console unit she’d retrofitted in order to search for Cenzans. The aliens had a higher body temperature, allowing a much more vivid color on a heat scanner that human lifeforms or animals. The device had come in handy on more than one occasion. “There are a few around, at least four inside the bar, more on the outskirts. We need to be careful.”

I flanked her side, taking a deep whiff. “I can smell their stench from here.” Careful wasn’t in my vocabulary, but I understood her meaning. Knowledge of our group had reached some Cenzan’s radar. Word on the proverbial street was that we were being hunted. Fuck that.

“I’m hungry to take out a few tonight,” Luci said, laughing as she allowed the steel of her switchblade to shimmer in the stream of moonlight.

“First, we drink. Then we kill, but only on my orders.” The women were excellent soldiers, trained by some of the best volunteers we had. Our numbers strong, the people well trained in various aspects of the military as well as science and engineering, we were a force to be reckoned with.

And there were more joining us every day.

“Good deal,” Ginger huffed, sliding the console onto her waistband.

As I walked inside, the disgusting odor of stale cigarettes and booze filtered into my nostrils. At least the place was clean, even festive given the circumstances. The long bar was brightly lit, various compserve units located in strategic locations along two walls, allowing every patron to hear more of the mindless bullshit regarding the new world.

Still, the location was safe enough.

The bartender wasn’t the only one who gave us more than a single onceover. Almost every other male in the joint did as well, human or otherwise. We sauntered through the crowd, ignoring the whistles and catcalls. I tapped my fingers on the bar, catching the eye of the scraggly looking man hovering behind the wooden slab in the shadows. Perhaps our reputation had proceeded us, although the realization there were no other women in the bar was disconcerting.

We were fresh meat.

“We don’t want any trouble,” he muttered as he walked closer.

“And you won’t get any unless you give me a reason to,” I retorted, eyeing his collection of liquor. At least the selection was decent.

I heard a dark chuckle coming from the end of the bar and snapped my head in the asshole’s direction. I wasn’t the kind of woman who gave any man a second look. I had my work and duties to fulfill and nothing else mattered. But this man was beautiful in every way, the kind a girl could fantasize about during a long, cold night. He also emitted a dangerous don’t-fuck-with-me aura that was almost as attractive as the man himself. I did appreciate a powerful brute, but only at standing distance. No man would ever dominate me.

My pussy clenched, my nipples tightening and for the love of God, even my mouth was bone dry.

The old expression was a tall drink of water. The blond was buff, his muscular arms stretching the limits of the tightly woven tee shirt. Even sitting in the shadows, I was able to see his angular jaw and chiseled features. What drew my eye the most was the colorful tattoo on his arm, sweeping under the material and sliding from his rounded collar along his powerful neck.

“Whatdya have?” the bartender asked.

“Tequila,” I ordered for all of us, unable to take my eyes off the hunk. I allowed my gaze to fall to his massive thighs for a few seconds, visions of one hard fuck sizzling the blood coursing through my veins.

The hunk powered back a shot of amber liquor, slamming the heavy bottom of the glass on the bar as if showing off. Then his eyes locked onto mine, his lip curling. He clenched his hand then opened, flexing his fingers. There was no doubt what was on his mind.

Unbridled sex.

The hunger of two predators, although he was even more primal, his desire bordering on carnal. I was wet and hot, my own longing dampening my panties.

I purposely turned toward the others, trying to curtail my raging hormones. Tonight wasn’t about passion, even though the experience would be raw and rough, just the way I liked it. Of that I had no doubt in my mind.

We scanned the perimeter, remaining quiet for a full minute.

“Interesting place,” Ginger whispered.

“Yes.” I was incensed that there was so much camaraderie, my anger white hot.

“I see a prime candidate,” Luci said under her breath before tipping back the shot glass.

I followed her gaze and the particular Cenzan was all alone. Even from this distance, I was able to see his tangerine eyes, the color dazzling. He was a warrior, one of the prime soldiers for the alien race. That meant certain important creatures were close by. That wasn’t what I expected to find. “I’ll deal with him.” I polished off the tequila, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand before heading in the Cenzan’s direction.

I could still be the consummate actress, capable of luring in any kind of prey. Issuing a sweet smile, I ran the tips of my fingers across the small table, drawing his attention. “Hello.”

The alien studied me before nodding, beckoning for the bartender. Then he pointed to the chair, his eyes changing in color and appearance, a clear sign of his interest.

He was very interested in the six-foot female with the long blonde cornrows. After all, I was an unusual specimen and he had two cocks in need of servicing.

“What’s your name?” he finally asked, leaning closer.

“Kristina.”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

“And yours?” I noticed the bartender approaching, a wary look on his face.

“Chezka.”

“Very sexy for a powerful man,” I purred.

The bartender slid the drinks on the table, walking away quickly.

I lifted my glass for a toast. Then we drank. There was no need for further words. We were both adults. I simply rose to my feet, holding out my hand. He had no issue, interlocking his fingers with mine, trailing behind me as I led him outside and around the side of the bar.

This wasn’t going to take long.

Within seconds, Chezka shoved me against the building, immediately cupping my breasts. His growl was barbaric, as if he wanted to devour me. As he leaned down until our lips almost touched, I slid an arm around his neck, running my fingers in his shoulder length hair. “You’re very handsome.”

“And you’re one sexy female.”

The second he crushed his mouth over mine, I retrieved the knife, flicking open the blade.

Then all hell broke loose.

Chezka was yanked away, the force tossing him on the ground and a hand wrapped around mine, squeezing until I cried out.

The mystery man slammed my arm against the building.

Once.

Twice.

Pain ripped through my arm and shoulder, weakening my hand and I lost control of the knife. I took several deep breaths, balling my other hand into a fist and slamming it against the hunk of a man. Another ripple of anguish jetted into my chest. He was solid, unyielding in any manner.

“That wasn’t very nice,” the man growled, the timbre reeking of dangerous intent. He towered over me, his hot breath skating along my naked skin. The blond from the bar. The asshole had followed me outside.

I hope you enjoyed. If you haven’t read the other two, this can be read as a stand alone BUT you will gain so much more.

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

Sexy, Dangerous and oh-so Primal

I thought you might like a taste of what I’m working on right now. I do love my dangerous men. They are anti-heros but with the help of feisty females, tend to become passionate and intense, even lovable. Well…

Keep in mind this isn’t even edited by my standards but, I think you’ll enjoy.

PRIMAL – SONS OF DARKNESS

Dominick

Only in darkness can I feel the light…

The thought was revealing. A monster’s personality. My father coined the word ‘primal’ for his firstborn son, a spawn he’d shared proudly with everyone both in and outside the traditional family, the brugade. The term was perfect for a man ascending to the throne.

I was ruthless and heartless both in business and in the ways of pleasure, preferring tattoed manmore sadistic methods of passion. My first love would always be making money and I was rich, powerful in ways few could dream of.

I was also on borrowed time.

That was the way of crime families, only one step away from hitting the front page of the New York Times. Murdered in cold blood. Horrendous acts of revenge.

Retaliation.

The statements all fit our way of life, but given the power and influence, we didn’t give a fuck about our chances of meeting the grim reaper. What we did care about were eradicating our enemies.

This was the same for the men I’d gathered into a special club, ill advised at best and one kept secret from our fathers. After all, we were considered mortal enemies. However, there was an additional connection, a friendship my father had with the Chicago Don, one that had transcended various turf wars over the years. I took a sip of my drink, savoring the delicious and very expensive bourbon. We were all masters of the underground, controlling everything from transportation and the country’s supply of heroin to the movie and music industry. Few Americans truly understood our far reaching tentacles.

Or the danger we presented.

I eyed the last man to enter the private room, holding back a vicious sneer at his swagger. “You’re late.” I swirled the tumbler, concentrating on the way the melting ice clicked against the thick glass. This wasn’t my first drink of the day nor it be my last. We had business to conduct, brutal business. Decisions we made tonight would consume the lives of our enemies.

I didn’t care for Lorenzo Francesco, merely tolerating his acceptance into our club; however, he was considered royalty within our ranks. I’d known him for years, loathing his tactics. Sadly, shunning him could mean a horrific turf war.

“Dominick Lugiano, my friend.” He held out his arms as he approached the table, staring directly into my hard, cold eyes.

“Sit down, Lorenzo,” Aleksei barked, the Russian accent more prevalent than usual. He was a second generation immigrant, his father, Aleksandr Petrov having strong armed his way into Philadelphia. They were savage, angry and barbarian in nature, but effective in dealing with those who opposed them. I had complete respect for their regime.

Lorenzo chuckled and adjusted his suit jacket before easing into his usual place, tapping his fingers on the table. “Where the hell is the waitress?”

“Keep your voice down,” Miguel remarked. The Miami syndicate was well known for their brutal tactics, but certainly none greater than those in New York. Still, the Garcia family was highly respected among the various Kingpins.

I took a sip of my drink, keeping my own rage at bay, noticing that the fifth in our group was paying zero attention, preferring to text on his phone, no doubt to his agent. Kelan Rock preferred his life as a movie star versus accepting his role as the up and coming Don of Los Angeles. I had a feeling the man would have a difficult road in the future.

As if on cue, the only waitress ever allowed in our private section eased into the room. She was beautiful, albeit barely twenty-one, and considered off limits to all of us.

A terrible shame but one we honored collectively.

I wouldn’t mind introducing her to the darkest side of kink.

I held the conversation until she’d positioned the drinks, enjoying the leering eyes of every man surrounding the table. We never varied from our selection, one she knew very well. She earned her tips in various ways, her lovely figure being one of them. When the door was closed, I leaned over the table.

“Why are we here?” Lorenzo lifted an eyebrow, his contempt at our meetings obvious.

“Drummand Hargrove.” I waited as the name sunk in, glancing at every one of my associates. They were well aware of my unconditional tactics, but this meeting was geared toward my satisfaction of eliminating an issue. Their roles were support only as necessary, paving the way with regard to law enforcement and street thugs. Comparing notes was merely a perk of our industry. We took a vote and stood by our decision, no matter the consequences.

“The state Senator?” Aleksei finally asked.

“The very one.”

“What beef do you have with him?” Miguel was already smiling as if he knew the answer.

I took a deep breath before answering. “He’s systematically trying to shut down our shipping and trucking businesses, forcing extra tariffs and making it almost impossible for our workers to make ends meet. They haven’t been able to pay their…taxes in the last two months. In addition, he’s behind a new set of proposed regulations on casinos, which is a total crock of shit given his proclivities. As you can imagine, neither sit well with my father.” I always chose my words carefully.

“I bet not,” Aleksei snarked. “Your father is a vicious man. Why doesn’t he deal with this?” The words were offered with pride.

I gave him a respectful nod. What we’d been able to accomplish during the last six months had been considerable. Cleaning up the streets in a way our fathers refused to do. “Because his tactics would create a war.”

“What’s this Senator’s nemesis?” Lorenzo toyed with his drink.

“Gambling and women.” My answer was succinct. I had him in the clutches with no way out.

“Two things that don’t bode well on the political circuit. I heard he was considering a run for President.” Kelan finally joined in the conversation, his light blue eyes sparkling. “Heard some fascinating shit about what he likes doing to very young girls. Tying them up. Beating. Not a good guy.”

Lorenzo burst into laughter. “A shithead. Perfect. What do you want in return for allowing him to keep his…reputation?”

I leaned back, envisioning my prize as my cock throbbed and my balls tightened. I wanted to crush him in a manner he’d never forget. “His daughter.”

The vote was unanimous in my favor.

***

The ballroom was decorated in various hues of silver and blue and from what I’d heard the colors of the Senator’s alma Mata. I could care less, but the swanky party was perfect for exacting my revenge.

“Champagne, sir?” the girl asked, batting her eyelashes as she gave me a seductive smile. In her hand was a tray full of crystal flutes.

Preparing for the upcoming celebration.

“Absolutely. I’m in a fantastic mood.” I grabbed a glass, allowing my gaze to linger on her voluptuous breasts. I was hungry as hell tonight. The taste of the bubbly was spectacular. The Senator had spared no expense in touting his brand of bullshit. “Tell me, do you have any idea where the Senator is?”

“I think he’s in the next room,” she purred.

I lifted my glass in appreciation before glancing toward the main opening. If the accounts were correct, Senator Hargrove would announce his candidacy at precisely nine pm. He was a man of many things including a static regimen. I could appreciate that in a man, even though he was a true lowlife. I’d been given the opportunity to see pictures of his extracurricular and very kinky activities. The asshole was a true pig.

I enjoyed the scenery, walking through the crowd of celebrities and influencers, low level politicians hanging on the Senator’s coattails. This would prove to be a fascinating evening. When I saw her, I stopped short, gazing from afar. I was a man who usually took what he wanted without care of recourse, but the game was far too important to risk giving Drummand any concept of an upper hand.

But I could enjoy the view.

Caroline Hargrove was magnificent, her copper colored hair flowing all the way down to the small of her waist. Standing under a burst of shimmering light near the bar, surrounded by a group of admirers, I was able to enjoy every aspect of her beauty. She was fortunate to have her mother’s looks, beautiful in a voluptuous manner. Her hourglass figure and long legs had always created a twitch in my cock and tonight was no exception. She was Drummand’s only child, at least that had been acknowledged in the press. Very protected, her life had been more of a fairytale.

She’d attended the finest schools, graduating a little over a year ago with a degree in business. However, her true love was painting, and I’d already found out that she had a gallery showing the next night. I would be there. She was witty and charming, even more so when surrounded by her friends. In public, she attempted to toe the line, but was extremely opinioned and desperately in need of discipline. I couldn’t wait to peel away the layers, exposing the glorious and very submissive side that I knew dwelled within her.

Tonight, she held court, four female friends gushing over every aspect of the evening.

I’d learned as much about her as possible, finding out aspects about her likes and dislikes, from clothing to wine. I knew exactly how to entice her darkest fantasies, spark the woman who was living in a glass cage. I would ply her with gifts, pervert her with my depraved desires and undo her with my touch. I’d give her the kind of unbridled pleasure she never knew existed and all for a single price.

Obedience.

I polished off the champagne and checked my watch. Perfect. I didn’t care what table I set the glass down on as I left the room, finding the Senator all alone in a suite meant for a king. I stood in the doorway, studying him. He seemed edgy, his lips moving in silence as he read a piece of paper. No doubt his fabulous speech for the American people.

I didn’t bother knocking, taking long strides inside.

He finally sensed a presence, jerking his head from his steadfast resolve. “Dominick. What… What are you doing here?” The fear in his voice was palpable.

“Why celebrating your upcoming announcement, Senator. You should be very proud of your accomplishments.” I patted my chest as I looked around the room. They’d furnished the space with food and drink, plush seating and not one but three oversized televisions, all to glorify his bullshit. I walked toward the bar, making myself a drink then stood in front of the floor to ceiling window, peering out at the gorgeous city. My city. And all the while, he didn’t utter a single word.

I was able to see his reflection in the crystal clear glass, even the nervous tick that had appeared in the corner of his mouth. I was certain the man was sweating in his very expensive Armani tuxedo.

“What do you want, Dominick? I will be on camera in five minutes. I don’t have time for this.” The flutter in his voice was telling. He was terrified.

“What do I want?” I issued the words slowly. “I’m curious, Drummand. Are you planning on confiding all your sins to your constituents?”

“What sins?” The anger had increased in his tone.

Excellent. I took two sips of my drink, not bothering to answer until he took a step in my direction. “Why don’t you pick one? Gambling? Whoring? Would you like to inform the crowd and the American people that you owe almost two hundred thousand dollars to my family?”

“What? You bastard. I’m in the process of paying that back!” he insisted.

“Mmm… Yes, well, the interest is killing you. Besides, that’s not the point.”

“And what the fuck is the point?”

I turned sharply, closing the distance. “The point is that I own you, Mr. Hargrove. Nothing you do can occur without my approval.” I patted his lapel, giving him an evil grin. “I certainly don’t have any intention of preventing you from running,ifyou obey my rules.”

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October 2145

Lexi

“Take her. Now! She will be punished severely.” The commanding voice was husky, laced with the kind of sensuality that would leave any woman panting with desire—human or otherwise.

I wasn’t one of them.

“Yes, Captain.” The second voice was just as dark, a sneer remaining on his face as he looked me directly in the eyes.

The five creatures standing in front of a wayward group of humans were massive in size,capturingtheirmate_full their violet-hued muscular bodies and piercing tangerine eyes demanding surrender. They were spectacular in every manner, their bodies chiseled from fine marble, skin glistening in the late morning sun as if flecked with sprinkles of gold. Their leader was regal, standing at well over six and a half feet tall, his long dark hair accentuating his voluptuous lips. Even the deep baritone of his husky and sensuous voice could be considered paralyzing for several reasons.

They were from the Cenzan race, a species that had touted their friendship from the second they’d appeared, but I’d never been stupid enough to buy their crap.

They’d arrived on Earth almost two years before with little fanfare, crowding our airspace and attempting to become our friends. I’d seen their arrival, my face glued to the telescans like so many others in the surviving countries. There’d been so much trepidation then eagerness, like puppies longing for a new master. So many humans had bought their bullshit, falling for their handsome, rugged features and seductive manners.

The aliens.

Predators.

The bastards who’d killed my father.

Fuck them.

I took a decided step backward, defying the leader’s command, sneering at him in my usual defiant manner. “Stay away from me, you beasts. Fuck you!”

“You will not talk to the captain that way or you will be killed!” The Cenzan’s angry voice was more like a snarl.

Captain, huh? Who the hell cared?

“Oh, no.”

“Be quiet, Lexi.”

“Don’t anger them.”

I rolled my eyes hearing the various whispers—human whispers.

The other members of my hidden city stood huddled in fear, their breathing scattered as they attempted not to draw any attention to themselves. I’d done that for all of us. They’d hunted us like wild animals, breaking through our defense systems easily.

The great captain took a giant stride forward, his penetrating eyes concentrating on only me. I refused to blink.

I’d learned to hate the alien creatures. In my mind they were ruthless barbarians who had no care or understanding of human life. We were nothing to them but flesh and bone, men forced to work like imprisoned dogs, providing them nourishment. Sadly, the fate of fertile female humans was much worse. What little news traveled the airwaves told of horrific deeds, women abducted against their will. I’d followed the news since their arrival, making note of everything I’d heard. So much was confirmed by my father, a true hater of their kind. Then he was gone, taken from my mother and me in a flash.

The Cenzans believed they could rule our kind, stripping away what was left of our humanity. That would never happen as long as I was alive.

I was a fighter, a highly acclaimed astrophysicist, as well as a daughter of two highly trained scientists. I was also considered important to the lives of those living in Virginia City. Perhaps I’d turned into a dreamer, longing for what I’d been taught as a child, a kinder, gentler Earth.

That was no more.

The Cenzans were preparing to take over.

An earlier war had destroyed much of our lands, killing millions of people. We’d fought for our basic survival, only to be conquered by the most savage creatures in the entire solar system. My skin crawled just thinking about them. And here they were, attempting to punish me for protecting my people.

The leader gazed up and down the length of my trembling body, the look raw and visceral.

I was shaken, much more so than I wanted to let on and lifted my weapon. “Stay away from all of us or I willkill you.”

The leader took two giant strides, slapping away the weapon with ease, his hand snapping around my arm as he scanned the crowd. “This is what happens to those who do not obey us.”

As I struggled to get out of his powerful hold, he unfastened his belt, yanking the leather strap from the loops. I was stunned, unable to get away, fear crowding out any concept of breathing. “Let me go!” I finally screeched, longing for anyone in the city to stop him.

But they didn’t.

There was no way of knowing just how many monsters there were surrounding us and what they intended on doing. The boom only minutes before had been earthshattering, followed by flashes of searing white light, eradicating much of our specialized scientific equipment. Chaos had ensued, members of the city racing for cover. I’d had seconds to grab my gun, racing toward the entrance, the first to encounter the Cenzans entering our secured space.

“Get off me, you bastards!”

Issuing a series of guttural and very dark sounds, the leader wasted no time in doling out punishment, ignoring my defiance.

As the leather strap came down against my backside, I sucked in my breath, refusing to give the monster the satisfaction of hearing me cry. I was mortified, rage encompassing every inch of me. How in the hell had they broken through our cloaking device? Our heat sensors were blocked off, cooled to the point only a few instruments of any kind would be able to detect our presence.

He brought the strap down again. And again. The strikes were hard, the force jerking my body forward. The pain didn’t register at first but when it did, awakening every nerve ending, tears formed in my eyes. The moment was shocking, driving me to a heightened level of absolute shame. How could any creature do this for simply questioning what the hell they were doing?

I heard certain whimpers and moans from my people, encased with fear and even denial. This wasn’t supposed to happen. We were free, free from tyranny and war, free to live our lives the way we chose. That had been the promise.

The dream.

Maybe the nightmare.

As the whipping continued, I kicked out, managing to catch the massive beast on his shin. He didn’t react other than to smack my bottom again, savagely. The whooshing sound would forever remain in my ears, the anguish now blinding. I was in a state of disbelief, all my anger rolling to the surface. I would kill this asshole with my bare hands.

Even more shocking, there was something else even more humiliating.

I was wet, my pussy clenching with every brutal strike. Panting, my nipples scraped against my tee shirt, allowing the most intense arousal I’d ever experienced. I was lightheaded, breathless, and forbidding my pussy muscles to clench.

But they failed me.

I could feel a climax trickling up from my toes.

What the hell was wrong with me?

The spanking was brutal, telling of the kind of beasts they truly were. My bottom was on fire, every hard crack sending shards of electricity dancing across my eyes. And I remained wet, pussy juice soaking my panties. I prayed to God no one was able to gather the feral scent, but I knew otherwise. I caught a glimpse of the leader’s groin, the thick bulge straining against his pants.

As quickly as the round of discipline had begun, the horrible experience ended, leaving me aching and sore, wet and hot. I could hear his heavy breathing as he pushed me back, his eyes never blinking.

I did everything I could to give him a nasty look even as my mother approached. I threw out my hand, stopping her for advancing. “Don’t. I will handle this!” I would manage this on my own, taking the helm. We locked eyes, the alien and I and I could tell he was more than satisfied from his actions.

He remained excited.

Aroused.

The others swung their weapons in a full circle, daring any of our few citizens capable of challenging them to do so.

“What is your name?” the leader demanded as he slid his belt back into place. His eyes seemed to penetrate to my very soul, perhaps searching for answers as to who we were and exactly what we were doing.

The bastards would never find out.

“What is yours?” I retorted, giving him a lurid smile.

Two of them said something in their language, no doubt scoffing at me. I could tell the creatures were unsure of what to do with a disobedient human.

“Careful, my daughter,” my mother said in the most gentle manner, her eyes never leaving the monsters. “They do not want to hurt us any more than necessary.”

I didn’t acknowledge her, even though she claimed to be an expert of their culture. Her words seemed blasphemous given what had just occurred. There was no anger in her voice, only curiosity. I’d heard far too many stories about them, her rendition more endearing than my father’s. I’d never understood her obvious attraction to them.

Until today.

They were gorgeous, their rippling muscles and carved legs like Gods, chiseled statues meant to be worshiped. Swallowing the nasty bile that had formed in my throat, I tossed away any concept of their enticement, no doubt a ploy in order to get us to trust them.

Blinking, the leader huffed something in his native language, the alien flanking his side nodding in agreement. They were plotting what they were going to do to me.

The leaders of the United States continually issued propaganda, leading Americans to believe Cenzans were our friends. What bullshit. The people hiding in our self-contained compound had believed they were safe, protected by a cloaking device covering our entire city.

They’d been wrong, these monsters breaking through the barrier with a single blast, eradicating what little protection we had.

We would soon be annihilated and there was nothing that our soldiers or esteemed doctors and scientists could do about it. Because of what I’d done, we would be captured and imprisoned, the women of our compound taken away and every fertile female mated.

Including me.

The alien twisted his neck as he raked his eyes down the length of me, his nostrils flaring from a combination of hunger as well as rage. It was obvious he was used to obedience.

Not from this girl. No fucking way. I sneered back, my hands clenched into fists.

“Beasts,” he repeated, half under his breath as he stopped two of his soldiers from progressing. The sound was like smooth velvet sliding across my naked and fully erect nipples then brushing between my legs, teasing my swollen clit. My body betrayed me, creating tingles dancing along my arms. This wasn’t going to happen. They were our enemy in every manner. He took several steps backward, snarling under his breath.

“You’re nothing but monsters!” I snapped, keeping my tone steady.

“Lexi. Don’t!” My mother’s hand gripped my arm, trying to keep me in line.

“This is none of your concern,” another Cenzan stated. “Please return to your quarters. There is only issue with this human female at this time.”

His words brought horrified gasps from the city dwellers, even as they stepped back, ready to flee.

“What’s going to happen to them?” I demanded.

The Cenzan’s eyes never left mine as he approached, only three long strides bringing him to within inches of me. “I am Captain Khrelan Jajenar of the Federation of Cenzans. You are coming with me, Lexi Carmine, where you will face punishment for the crimes committed against our people. You have no choice. If you come without incident, I assure you that your discipline will be less severe in nature. As far as your people, we did not come here to harm them. They are free to continue their lives.”

The fucker knew my full name. Instantly, red flags raised. There was more going on than attacking their sentry soldiers. “But you destroyed our cloaking device,” I managed before anyone else in the group challenged them.

Captain Jajenar inhaled as he lowered his head, a slight growl pushing past his lips. “Your people will be under our protection and unharmed as long as you obey my every command, no matter what is demanded of you.”

He inched so close that I could almost taste his luscious lips, the color like the ripest grapes. I licked my lips, inhaling his scent and almost instantly I was intoxicated. My legs quivered, and I fought to drag myself out of the allure.

“I can’t do that,” I whispered hoarsely.

“You can and you will.”

Now, the bastard was striking a deal? I stared into his eyes, able to sense exactly what he was thinking. For a few precious seconds, I was drawn into his world, seeing everything through as if I was experiencing it. The connection was strong, vibrant, and terrifying.

My dreams over the last few months had been vivid, allowing me to see into the future. I’d always had such a gift, or what I would call a curse. At least my premonitions had allowed me to help protect my new family. But in heart, I’d known that was to be short-lived.

I’d been right.

They’d found our beautiful location, a place I called home and there was nothing we could do to stop them from destroying everything we’d worked so hard to achieve. Everything my father warned had been true.

I would be taken, forced to mate and never to return home again.

What they didn’t know is that I would die by my own hand before allowing that to happen.

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Fiona

Pain. Pleasure. Agony. Ecstasy. Spanking.

They were interwoven together, knocking against my brain. I had no idea where one had left off and the other had begun. My reactions to Shandar were confusing, driving every single sensitive spot, as well as every emotion, to the breaking point. I wanted to hate him, to fight every question and command, but I longed to submit. How could I want him? How? He’d spanked me, not once but twice and both times I’d been left wet and hot, whimpering like a naughty schoolgirl. I pushed the thoughts aside, trying to regain what was left of my sanity even as the stinging on my ass remained, a biting and wonderful reminder of his power and control.

The humiliation of walking down the long and twisted hallways entirely naked was horrific, leaving me shaking with embarrassment. I ached in ways I had never before, my mind foggy. While the punishment had been mild in comparison to Logan’s brand of sadism, I knew without any shadow of a doubt that Captain Drateq would follow through with his promises.

The visions of a barren planet, harsh conditions, and creatures who’d been beaten, left starving had been horrific. There were thousands of them, living in squalor. I couldn’t imagine what the Federation of Cenzan would do to our planet; strip it of its resources? Imprison the males, fuck the females? He was a part of the brutality, a dark and dangerous man. He was also sexy as fuck.

And the kiss.

My body had already betrayed me, desire cresting through me from the way his lips captured mine, his muscles rippling with his own ravaging appetite. His needs were savage, brutal by any standard and I longed for his touch. My nipples were hard, more so with the chill but the aching was only because of his touch. The sting on my ass and legs was biting, but the throbbing in my cunt kept me wet. Even the scent that wafted between us was undeniable. He’d already broken through some barrier, ripping at the armor he’d so aptly discovered.

However, I was not giving up so easily. This was not my home and he was not my master. Knowing what the Cenzans’ plans were for Earth yanked out the fighter in me. We were a people worth saving, at least the majority of men and women, those who’d worked long and hard to bring back methods of humanity. Maybe I was fooling myself given the surprise attack.

Various soldiers flanked the hallways. They gave utter respect to the captain as we passed, but there was no mistaking the way their eyes glazed over. I wanted to lash out, but what damn good was it going to do other than forcing another round of punishment? I already knew sitting would be somewhat painful. I continued to try to cover my breasts with one arm, my pussy with the other. The attempt was futile and after passing every soldier, I flushed even harder, perspiration now trickling down both sides of my face. I was an object, a thing to these creatures. Nothing more.

We rounded another corner and he slowed down.

“Kalek will come for you when you’ve finished with Braga. He will take you to your quarters for the evening.” Captain Drateq kept his voice low, his hand on my arm.

“Whatever.” The single smack on my ass was another reminder to learn respect. For him? For these creatures? He had to be out of his mind.

Shandar stopped long enough to push me against the corridor wall, his hand wrapped around my throat, his entire face ripe with anger. While there was no pressure, no attempt to strangle me, I realized I would need to play along if nothing else.

“Yes, Captain.”

He softened as he let go of me. “My name is Shandar. You may address me in that manner.”

“Not sir or master?” I spit out, regretting it instantly.

“That will also come in time. For now, you are allowed to use our first names. I will decide when the change occurs.” He cocked his head, what could be considered his irises changing, altering in shape and color. I was mesmerized, drawn into them as if they were the true opening to his soul.

This was another ability, controlling me, pulling me into his world. Swallowing, I blinked several times, fighting tears. This man, this… monster wasn’t going to break me in any manner. However, he was breaking through and the inner girl was trying desperately to keep her edge.

With a simple flash of his hand, the door was opened. From where I stood, I could see a sterile medical facility, similar to almost every scientific station on Earth, but the coloration, instead of stark white held a dazzling hue of cerulean blue. The ambiance was inviting, peaceful, drawing me in almost immediately but I was frightened, still angry, my nerves on edge. I had no reason to trust this man, this alien, or anyone else for that matter.

And I realized how very much alone I truly was.

“You’re not staying?” I heard the hesitation in my voice, even the little girl tone, terrified of her surroundings, longing for her daddy to remain by her side.

“You’re in very good hands.” He ushered me inside, the words said with a gentle base. “Vlanea. I have the prisoner here for examination. Her name is Fiona. Vlanea Voltar is our medical doctor, very well trained. She has spent several months on Earth, learning of your cultures and people.”

I’d never seen a female of their kind and when she stepped out from another room, I was surprised. Standing at only five feet tall, her light blonde hair was cropped short, accentuating her dazzling eyes and high cheekbones. Her coloration was lighter, the hue more of a dazzling blue. She could be considered beautiful but even her uniform seemed unisex, discounting any feminine traits. Only her full lips gave her any distinction.

“I heard she was a healer,” Vlanea said with zero emotion, her eyes roaming over me, concentrating on my breasts. She took a deep whiff, snarling after doing so.

“That she is. She’s to be examined for any injuries then taken to Braga.” Shandar kept his hand on my arm, almost in a protective stance.

I gathered almost instantly that there was a history shared between the two.

“Have you cleared this with the Imperials?” she retorted.

His nails dug into my arm, yet he still refused to let go. The tethering between us seemed to grow stronger and I could almost read his mind. He seemed surprised at her question.

“That is none of your concern, Lieutenant. If you aren’t capable of handling this operation, I will most certainly find someone who is and relieve you of your duties.” Shandar’s voice was even more commanding than I’d heard before.

She hissed, the sound like that of a threatened snake, her disdain clear in her expression. “I know my duties, Captain. I am here at your direction to do your bidding, just like everyone else.”

“Then see to it that you do. Kalek will be joining and assisting you with your exam.” Shandar pulled me closer to a steel table, slanting his eyes in my direction as he turned me to face him. “You will abide by Vlanea’s directions at all times. You will not try to escape or I assure you, the punishment you receive will be one you’ll never forget.”

Whether he was saying the words because of arrogance or Vlanea’s concerns was difficult to tell. I gave him a respectful nod, just like he required. The fact he was sending his officer in early left my mouth dry, my throat closing. To have another male present was even more debilitating. I would be defenseless.

Shandar left the room without further discussion, every step in a perfect rhythm. I was left cold, terror creeping into the back of my mind and knew in my gut I would be at odds with this woman.

Vlanea shook her head, murmuring words I couldn’t understand. She walked around me in a full circle. When she faced me again, she seemed even more agitated.

“You are a scientist.”

“Yes,” I answered, unwilling to give her more.

“And they think you can cure Braga.” She held an air of arrogance herself, undaunted by my presence.

“I’ve been told that if I don’t, I will never see the light of day again.”

Her expression shifted enough I could swear I noticed a slight smile.

“On the table, please.” She pointed without looking in my direction.

I did was I was told, noticing the straps located on each corner of the cold steel. There was nothing that could have prepared me for a jolt of terror so significant I was suffocated. I gasped for air, shaking my head. If I could run, I would do everything my power to get away.

“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”

I gripped the edges, counting in my mind, screaming to find my courage.

“You can lie down. This will take very little time and it will be painless.” Vlanea kept an even tone as she waited for me to respond. “And Kalek’s presence is not necessary. I am certainly not the one who will punish you.” A guttural hiss was followed by a clicking sound.

“Whatever you say.” Shivering visibly, the moment I laid down, my entire body tensed. I was unable to stop the biting words. “I don’t want to be tied down. I can do nothing to you or any of your people. I have no weapon, no method off this rust bucket. I won’t be able to hurt you. I doubt you even know what a scalpel is.” I sensed the words riled her but instead of the anticipated harsh response, she chuckled.

“Rust bucket.”

“Your ship.” I allowed my own hiss.

“Interesting term. Contrary to the actions of my male comrades, we aren’t monsters, Fiona. Certain aliens value life.” After the biting words, her smile was far too bright, completely changing her appearance. “And I do indeed know how to identify and use a scalpel as well as the majority of your planet’s medical equipment. While on Earth, I was able to partake in certain demonstrations. Medical personal on Cenzan are well trained. We’re required to be. Many Cenzan people are ill, unable to care for themselves. Medical science is my expertise, but many others on this rust bucketshare in a certain level of my training.”

“But you don’t like the captain. Do you?” I’d dared to ask the question for some crazy reason, but I gathered they’d been planning Earth’s takeover for some time. Perhaps Shandar held more secrets than I could understand.

She eased my arms by my sides and to my surprise, rolled a simple sheet over my naked body. “Shandar is a very qualified leader and he chooses his officers well. Kalek is equipped to handle almost any Airtak in the fleet. He can outrun any solar shifting rust bucket. Braga is one of our top security officers, also excellent with intergalactic politics. Our defenses are far beyond any country on your planet or the majority of planets in several solar systems. He can easily annihilate any that he considers our enemy as necessary.”

“That’s not what I asked.” Her statement was perfunctory. They were all well trained, similar to our military, refusing to give any unnecessary information.

As if ignoring my question, she held a simple implement in her hand. “You are an interesting woman, already capturing Shandar’s favor. That will bode you well.”

“But you will never approve,” I challenged.

“Not my choice or my station. I do what I am told.” Her eyes seemed to control the piece of equipment and she moved her hand all the way down my body and back up, concentrating on my abdomen. When she was finished, she studied the results. “I have known Shandar since we were children. He is considered a great leader and will possibly save our people, but he is impetuous in his decisions, putting us all in danger. Your capture and the destruction of the government facility could mean the beginning of war. Our destiny is far too important.”

News traveled fast. “There’s already a war waiting in the wings because of what they did to Braga and I assure you, no one will give a shit that I’m missing. What I consider blatantly wrong is that a facility was destroyed because of the misguided attempts of one asshole human. We were coming close to curing certain diseases, allowing a longer life of our people. Everything was destroyed because of lies. I won’t be a party to the bullshit. I can’t be. I will try and stop you.” As if my words held any credence.

“The wars of mankind are different from ours.”

“Not from what I’ve witnessed. Men and women imprisoned, fighting for scraps of food? You’re certainly powerful and you do have the upper hand. But you’re just as aggressive, and just as arrogant, determined that our race is less than acceptable.”

Her look became hardened, her eyes narrowing. “You do understand your fate and that of your kind, at least to a point. But something you should keep in mind. You are considered one of the lucky ones.”

“How so?” I looked away, my lower lip trembling. I was a stupid girl, baiting this woman who couldn’t care less whether I lived or died. “The prison will be lush?”

“Only those who refuse to bow to our leadership will end up in a prison. We strive for peace. Hundreds, thousands of years of battles have made us weary.”

“Then threatening and imprisoning isn’t the way to secure accommodations, Vlanea.”

She snorted. “It seems we only know one method of battle, brutality.”

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“Take her. Now! She will be punished severely.” The commanding voice was husky, laced with the kind of sensuality that would leave any woman panting with desire – human or otherwise.

alien oneI wasn’t one of them.

“Yes, captain.” The second voice was just as dark, a sneer remaining on his face as he looked me directly in the eyes.

The five creatures standing in front of a wayward group of humans were massive in size, their violet hued muscular bodies and piercing tangerine eyes demanding surrender. They were spectacular in every manner, their bodies chiseled from fine marble, skin glistening in the late morning sun as if flecked with sprinkles of gold. Their leader was regal, standing at well over six and a half feet tall, his long dark hair accentuating his voluptuous lips. Even the deep baritone of his husky and sensuous voice could be considered paralyzing for several reasons.

They were from the Cenzan race, a species that had touted their friendshipfrom the second they’d appeared, but I’d never been stupid enough to buy their crap.

They’d arrived on Earth almost two years before with little fanfare, crowding our airspace and attempting to become our friends. I’d seen their arrival, my face glued to the telescans like so many others in the surviving countries. There’s been so much trepidation then eagerness, like puppies longing for a new master. So many humans had bought their bullshit, falling for their handsome, rugged features and seductive manners.

The aliens.

Predators.

The bastards who’d killed my father.

Fuck them.

I took a decided step backward, defying the leader’s command, sneering at him in my usual defiant manner. “Stay away from me, you beasts. Fuck you!”

“You will not talk to the captain that way or you will be killed!” The Cenzan’s angry voice was more like a snarl.

Captain, huh? Who the hell cared?

“Oh, no.”

“Be quiet, Lexi.”

“Don’t anger them.”

I rolled my eyes hearing the various whispers – human whispers.

The other members of my hidden city stood huddled in fear, their breathing scattered as they attempted not to draw any attention to themselves. I’d done that for all of us. They’d hunted us like wild animals, breaking through our defense systems easily.

The great captain took a giant stride forward, his penetrating eyes concentrating on only me. I refused to blink.

I’d learned to hate the alien creatures. In my mind they were ruthless barbarians who had no care or understanding of human life. We were nothing to them but flesh and bone, men forced to work like imprisoned dogs, providing them nourishment. Sadly, the fate of fertile female humans was much worse. What little news traveled the airwaves told of horrific deeds, women abducted against their will. I’d followed the news since their arrival, making note of everything I’d heard. So much was confirmed by my father, a true hater of their kind. Then he was gone, taken from my mother and I in a flash.

The Cenzans believed they could rule our kind, stripping away what was left of our humanity. That would never happen as long as I was alive.

I was a fighter, a highly acclaimed astro-physicist, as well as a daughter of two highly trained scientists. I was also considered important to the lives of those living in Virginia City. Perhaps I’d turned into a dreamer, longing for what I’d been taught as a child, a kinder, gentler Earth.

That was no more.

The Cenzans were preparing to take over.

An earlier war had destroyed much of our lands, killing millions of people. We’d fought for our basic survival, only to be conquered by the most savage creatures in the entire solar system. My skin crawled just thinking about them. And here they were, attempting to punish me for protecting my people.

The leader gazed up and down the length of my trembling body, the look raw and visceral.

I was shaken, much more so than I wanted to let on and lifted my weapon. “Stay away from all of us or I willkill you.”

The leader took two giant strides, slapping away the weapon with ease, his hand snapping around my arm as he scanned the crowd. “This is what happens to those who do not obey us.”

As I struggled to get out of his powerful hold, he unfastened his belt, yanking the leather strap from the loops. I was stunned, unable to get away, fear crowding out any concept of breathing. “Let me go!” I finally screeched, longing for anyone in the city to stop him.

But they didn’t.

There was no way of knowing just how many monsters there were surrounding us and what they intended on doing. The boom only minutes before had been earthshattering, followed by flashes of searing white light, eradicating several of our specialized scientific equipment. Chaos had ensued, members of the city racing for cover. I’d had seconds to grab my gun, racing toward the entrance, the first to encounter the Cenzans entering our secured space.

“Get off me, you bastards!”

Issuing a series of guttural and very dark sounds, the leader wasted no time in doling out punishment, ignoring my defiance.

As the leather strap came down against my backside, I sucked in my breath, refusing to give the monster the satisfaction of hearing my cry. I was mortified, rage encompassing every inch of me. How in the hell had they broken through our cloaking device? Our heat sensors were blocked off, cooled to the point only a few instruments of any kind would be able to detect our presence.

He brought the strap down again. And again. The strikes were hard, the force jerking my body forward. The pain didn’t register at first but when it did, awakening every nerve ending, tears formed in my eyes. The moment was shocking, driving me to a heightened level of absolute shame. How could any creature do this for simply questioning what the hell they were doing?

What do you think? As you’ve learned, I write in several genres. You never know what’s going to come next. My latest release is all rugged cowboy. He’s a Marine, a survivor and has his eye on the very woman he fell in love with ALL those years ago. HOT off the presses.

TAMING HIS BRAT

The music seemed to stop, creating a vacuum as she turned to study the cowboy. The voice was so similar to Rex’s, a deep baritone, but there were no shivers, no wetness. He black and white cowboy twojust wasn’t the one. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m a little tired.”

“Well, if you rest up, little lady, come find me.”

Giving him a polite nod, she quickened her step, happy to see she was the second person in line. The wine in her hand, she headed for the bank of trees and picnic tables, far removed from the crowd. She leaned against a large oak tree, still tapping her foot in time to the music. The moon was almost full, creating a light show with the stars. She’d forgotten how beautiful Texas could be, especially at night. “I wish I may, I wish I might…” She allowed the words to die off.

“Wish upon a star tonight.”

Shards of electricity sheared along the backs of her legs, pulsing into her pussy, forcing her nipples to harden. She swallowed when he flanked her side, gazing up at the sky, his face pensive. The awkwardness was palpable. “What did you wish for?”

“Same thing I always do.” Rex kicked his heel into the grass.

“Mmm…”

“What about you?” he asked, darting a look over his shoulder.

“I don’t have a wish.”

“Everyone has a wish, even though we can’t be certain it’ll come true.”

She studied his long neck and strong shoulders, the short cropped blond hair, long legs that were to die for, and the most tantalizing lips she’d ever seen. “Why didn’t you call me?” Perfect conversation.

“When?”

“After the night in school.” Cooper whispered the words.

He seemed taken aback, turning to face her. “You remember that night.”

“I’ve never forgotten anything about that night. Everything was magical, special. Then you didn’t call and left town. I thought I’d done something wrong. Then I hated you, figuring you were just one of those guys.”

Rex lowered his head, brushing one hand through his hair. “Cooper, I loved the night we shared. Truth is, I wanted more.” He seemed to hesitate.

“Okay.” She had no idea what to say. “Then you should have called me. You should have said anything to me. Anything to help me understand.”

“You’re right. I was an asshole,” he whispered as he gazed up at the sky, shaking his head. “You have no idea how much I wanted to see you again, but I didn’t want to start anything because I knew it would have to end.”

“Why? I don’t understand.”

“You don’t know?”

“Know?” she repeated, inching closer. What was she supposed to have known?

He scrunched his face. “Where I’ve been.”

“No. I just got back into town myself. I didn’t talk to anyone and came back only twice for Christmas. I just wanted to get away, you know?” She took a sip of her wine, hiding behind the glass. Another song started, and she tipped her head, smiling as she looked in the direction of the band. “Do you remember this song?”

“Not easy to forget. Rascal Flatts—‘I Won’t Let Go.’” When he said the words, he inched closer.

“That was my dream and with you. I realize we were just kids, but everything was magical,” she said then exhaled, swaying her hips back and forth.

“Yeah. I’ve thought about us more than a few times.”

His voice sounded so haunted, full of pain. “Where did you go, Rex?” she dared to ask.

“The reason I didn’t call you was because I’d signed up for the Marines.”

Narrowing her eyes, she had no idea what to say. “I honestly had no idea. You enlisted?”

“Yep. I wanted to get away from my father and the ranch. I wasn’t that good in school, so I had limited choices for college. Seemed like the right decision to make. Fight for the rights of people, ensure the safety of my beloved country. Our country.”

“Then you’re a hero.” As soon as she said the words, his expression changed, becoming darker and even in the moonlight, she could see the mist in his eyes. “No matter what happened during your time, serving alone makes you a hero. Never forget that.”

He looked away, a deep breath escaping his lips.

“I wasn’t teasing. I wouldn’t tease about something like that. I just… Well, I just wanted you to know.” Cooper felt like the same young girl who’d thought she was in love with him.

Rex smiled and nodded, closing the distance and taking the wine from her hand. Every move deliberate, he eased the plastic glass onto the table and took both her hands into his. “How about a dance?”

She wasn’t certain why tears formed, threatening to reveal her sappy inner self. Perhaps because of her thoughts and wishes regarding the past or because of the sadness in his eyes, but she dug her nails into his hands, shaking. “I don’t do this very well.”

“Neither do I.” As the song continued, the sultry lilting sounds floating in their direction, he took the lead, keeping their bodies moving in time to the beat.

Relaxing, she gave him a shy smile and glanced down at her feet. There were so many words she wanted to say, thoughts about the past, but there was no reason. Six years had passed and they’d both changed. Maybe too much. “I would have given you my virginity that night.”

His eyes opening wide, he lowered his head, pressing his lips against her forehead. “And I would have been honored.” He eased one hand around her waist, pulling her close.

Cooper stiffened at first then as the tension passed, she eased her head against his carved chest, drinking in the strong scent of musk and testosterone. Just being in his arms created a wave of heat between her legs, yet she had no idea what to say or how to think. The slick wetness soaked into her already damp panties and with every shift, her erect nipples became a distinct reminder of her complicated yearning.

He pulled her even closer, his hips swaying, his footsteps leading them in a wide arc.

The feel of his groin against her stomach stole her breath, the way he throbbed, his hardness allowing her to know his feelings, his longing. Closing her eyes, she fell into the moment, clutching his shirt, her legs quivering. When he leaned in, holding her even tighter, the entire world seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of them. Her breath skipped, electricity searing every nerve ending. Everything about this was a sinful temptation or maybe a reminder of exactly what she couldn’t have.

Now, what are you reading this weekend?

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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Wicked and Wild…What Could Be Better?

I have questions for my lovely and amazing readers. It’s funny, I have a library upstairs in my house. Really its a loft where my husband and I enjoy watching sizzling movies and shows, but surrounding the room are three HUGE bookcases. In my effort to clean and organize, I took another look at the contents of the bookcase. Yes, we have dozens of both VHS (no laughing!) and DVD movies, but the huge majority of real estate taken up has to do with books. LOTS of books. Hardbacks, soft backs, paperbacks – you blond with horsename it, we have books from so many authors.

I think we all have our favorite authors, but I was pleased to see so many books written by different writers. My husband and I might be old school, but we both enjoy having an actual book in our hands. Of course, we have several computers, iPads, etc., but most often (especially for my husband), he has an actual book in his hand. He’s a voracious reader so a book doesn’t last very long. I’ve always seen him with different genres, which means various authors, so I asked him the other day why. Why go from Tim Dorsey or Carl Haisson to Clive Cussler. His answer? Because it depends on his mood. And he re-reads them several times.

I think so many readers do enjoy different genres and I honestly believe that’s why I write everything from thrillers to Daddy Dom pieces. I have varied interests and I think my readers do as well. Last year, I was heavily involved in a smokejumper series. I do love my first responders and smokejumpers are some of the bravest souls on earth – in my humble opinion. I loved writing the books, keeping the story enriched with knowledge about Missoula Montana. I adored the suspense and interaction. They will forever be a favorite of mine.

And now? Well, if the 2019 lineup is any indication, I’m switching genres every month. A dominating cowboy piece releasing February 1st. A dark and dominating Cyborg science fiction. A mafia bad boy turned hero. A firefighter forced to face his demons. A Daddy belt around throatDom bridging two genres by itself. And more… And more…

My question is:  Do you enjoy an author who writes in several genres or would you prefer to know what to expect? Do you enjoy a fully connected series or a stand alone series in which you at least have some of the same characters? Curious minds want to know!

As with every author, I think some books hit home more than others. My first Daddy Dom piece is a sleeper, but I admit, a truly fun piece to write so I thought I’d give you another taste of what you can expect if you purchase. And as with almost all my other books, if you have a KU subscription, you can read my books for free! It’s that time of year, at least in a huge portion of the US. COLD. SNOW. FIRES. WINE. A GOOD BOOK. Time to grab a copy or five and enjoy the weekend.

Oh, and don’t forget that Captured and Kept – A Dark Reverse Harem piece is HOT off the presses. 

She went looking for cavemen. The brutes she found were much less civilized…

Since her career was knocked off track in retaliation for her efforts to expose a sinister plot by high-ranking government officials, reporter Danielle Carver has been stuck writing puff pieces in a small town in Oregon. Desperate for a serious story, she sets outcapturedandkept_full to investigate the rumors she’s been hearing about mysterious men living in the mountains nearby. But when she secretly follows them back to their remote cabin, the ruggedly handsome beasts don’t take kindly to her snooping around, and she soon finds herself stripped bare for a painful, humiliating spanking.

Their rough dominance arouses her deeply, and before long she is blushing crimson as they take turns using her beautiful body as thoroughly and shamefully as they please. But when Dani uncovers the true reason for their presence in the area, will more than just her career be at risk?

MILLIONAIRE DADDY

EXCERPT

She hadn’t noticed his attire before, black pants and a crisp white shirt, his sleeves rolled up, revealing a gorgeous sun-kissed tan. In his hand was a black bag, what appeared to be a weighted duffle, and the expression on his face was one of disappointment. “Sir, I…”

Master Dominick walked inside, his eyes never blinking. “I gave you a simple request. Very simple in fact and for some reason, you found it difficult to comply. Is there a problem? Were you called for an emergency?”

“No, Sir.” There were various levels of embarrassment and for her, this was shooting well over a ten. She’d shoved her legs together, one knee cocking and shifting in front of the other, both arms dangling in front of her breasts, as if that was going to keep him from seeing them. She no longer had any saliva in her mouth. None. In fact, she was having difficulty breathing. Dying on his floor wasn’t going to bode well for either of them.

“Come here, baby girl.”

His instructions were laced with a stern dominance. She’d already disobeyed him. Her feet were so heavy as she attempted to move forward, her pulse skipping, mist in her eyes. “I’m really sorry, Sir. I am.”

He kept the unyielding look as he set the bag onto the edge of his desk. “Come closer.”

Jenna realized she was nibbling on her bottom lip as she followed his instructions, moving to within a foot of him.

“Open the bag and remove the contents.”

She gave Daddy a half smile as she reached out, fingering the bag before unzipping. When she reached her hand inside, she winced, another shiver sliding down her spine. Nestled inside were spanking implements. Lots of them.

“Take them out,” he instructed.

The first one her hand wrapped around was a simple wooden spoon. She gingerly placed it on the desk, blinking only twice. Not so bad. The second was a wooden brush and her mind immediately raced to Target or Walmart, standing in line with several brushes that would be kept and used in various places. The third was a paddle, ping pong in variety. She exhaled, trying to keep from shaking. The fourth was a leather strap of some kind, twelve inches long with a handle on the end. Shuddering, she darted a look in his direction. There were other items in the bag.

“Yes, these are various implements that will be used depending on the severity of your infraction.” Master Dominick seemed so calm and collected, as if he did this for a living.

She swished away a strand of hair out of her eyes before reaching in again. This time, her hand wrapped around a larger piece, but definitely wood. When she removed the oversized paddle, complete with holes drilled in the middle, she whimpered. “Whew.”

“Continue.”

The next was a simple belt, the leather scent reaching her nostrils. She did crave the belt, the very thing for a Daddy to use on a terrible little girl. Then there was a ruler, very hard and very thick. The final two pieces were much more heinous, floggers that she knew could bite into her skin. When she was certain the bag was empty, she took a step back, understanding that this bag had been put together for and with her in mind. Her punishment satchel, one that he could take anywhere. Now her knees were knocking.

He moved behind her, placing both hands on her shoulders.

She heard the slight skip in his breath sounds. Did he feel the electricity coursing between them? Did he understand how strong their connection was? She shivered from his touch, some of her embarrassment fading.

“Today we begin. I will help you, teach you, and guide you. This will be good for both of us. Leave the strap on the desk and pack everything else.” He eased the handwritten note highlighting horrendous behaviors off the desk, studying what she’d written.

His instructions were once again clear. She did as she was told without a second’s worth of hesitation, carefully placing the items in the bag. Her fingers slid across the strap and she had a brand new round of goosebumps popping along almost every inch of her naked skin. She half expected that he would laugh at what she’d written, but he didn’t utter a sound, nor did he react.

After folding the note and placing into his pocket, he gripped the handle, easing the duffle to the floor then inched around her, sitting on the edge of his high-back leather chair. “Come here, baby girl. We will start with over my lap.”

Jenna was reduced to a naughty girl as she padded toward him. He took her hands into his, caressing as he spoke, the words quite comforting given her state of undress. “I know you’re having difficulty with stress and that’s what we’re going to work on today. The rest we will handle at a later time. However, please don’t give anyone the finger while you’re driving.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“This is going to hurt. Every time I spank you, the session will be painful, some more than others. This isn’t playtime. Do you understand?” His question was direct.

“Yes, Sir. That’s what I want, Sir.” She knew that she did, had finally accepted that she could thrive with a man’s firm hand and harsh discipline. Then why was there a lump remaining in her throat?

“Then we begin.” Master Dominick pulled her over his lap, placing his hand on the small of her back. “Palms on the floor. Hold your position and this is merely a warmup. Thirty with my hand.”

Thirty. Thirty. Thirty! Oh, my God.She was shivering all over, her head pounding. This was going to make her sick. She had to be crazy. Clamping her eyes shut, she placed both hands on the floor. There would be no adequate way of describing how humiliating being naked over a man’s lap could be. They weren’t lovers. They weren’t even friends, which is what made this even more sinful in her mind.

The first smack across her ass was like lighting a fire under her. “Oh!” Jerking up, she flailed her arm back in a reactionary mode, whimpering and not from any pain being inflicted.

He sighed and gripped her wrist, pulling it back into position. “I think we begin again. I’m not going to tolerate you disobeying during a punishment session. Take a deep breath and collect yourself, young lady, or we will select yet another implement to be used.”

“Yes, Sir.” Dear God, was she actually sniveling? This was ridiculous. Oh, no. She took three deep breaths then mentally glued her fingers to the floor. Be a good girl. Be a damn good girl.

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