SANGUI: ALPHAS OF THE BLOOD by Sam Cheever

SANGUI: ALPHAS OF THE BLOOD by Sam Cheever

He’s an elite vampire from a distant planet…an Alpha of the Blood.
But he’s no match for one spunky and opinionated Earth woman!

The Alphas of the Blood are an elite, alien race of vampires. They escaped a devastated planet that was overrun with plague-infected beasts and came to Earth for a chance at a new life…a new beginning.

The change is bitter-sweet for Zeenon Akba, who lost much of his family in the plague wars and fears his only brother might have carried the infection to Earth with him. But when Zee stumbles upon a pretty human female being stalked by an infected, he’s determined to help her, even if it means killing his own brother.

Aware of their many differences and the necessity of finding a blood slave to be his mate, Zee doesn’t intend to lose his heart to pretty and spunky Brooke Carlin. So why can’t he get her out of his mind?

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He unbuttoned the blouse she wore, pulling it aside. Though he’d intended to remain clinical about the blood exchange, the first sight of the soft, milk chocolate mounds of her breasts bulging from a lacy white bra nearly made him forget what he was doing.

His mouth watered at the sight. His fangs elongated.

He closed his eyes and embraced his alpha, feeling its potency slide over him. The energy he embraced was hot and welcoming and urgent. Hungry.

His skin swelled under the change. His core temperature rose. Lust, anger, fear…every emotion he’d brought into that place intensified, flowing over him like fur over a beast when it changed. His alpha was like a beast. It was beast-like in its level of need…in the simplicity of its purpose.

If it hungered it ate. If it lusted it took, it tasted and ravished. The alpha was a sentient being with Zee’s humanoid form as its skin. But its mind was not human. Its mind was strength and power and ravenous hunger.

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DAY IN THE SUN by LaVerne Thompson

DAY IN THE SUN by LaVerne Thompson

If you run from love can you hide? 

As a member of the ruling class on her planet, Callie had no say in who she would marry. Her mother made the decision for her. She'd never even met the man she'd be bound to for the rest of her life. Her parents left her no choice. She fled her planet and would-be husband for a chance to live her life as she chose.

Landing on the back water planet earth, Jaran had one plan: to find Callie his reluctant bride and decide if he wanted to be married to her. No woman should be worth this kind of trouble. But it didn't take him long to realize he wanted her by his side. But she ran from him once already. How can he convince her to stop running long enough to love him? 

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Callie bent down to pick up her sandals, when she straightened the movements of a swimmer some ten miles out in the water caught her attention. She hadn’t noticed him before. Even from that distance, she could tell the body in the water appeared to be male. She wondered if he’d swum out from the beach or from the boat anchored even farther behind him, either way it was an unusually long swim. Although she didn’t need to do it, she raised her hand above her glasses as though to shade her eyes, but really lowered her sunglasses and took her contacts off to better see him. She placed the contacts in a side pocket of her bag. The UV protection coated on the lens weakened her vision range. It was still vastly better than humans but without the glasses and contacts it would be sharper.

Minus the artificial covering over her eyes, the figure out in the water became clearer. She blinked, my gods! The man must have swum ten miles already, and still had more to go. Mesmerized, she watched his arms glide out of the ocean. Long lean fingers sliced effortlessly through the water. Shoulders and biceps bulged with the necessary muscle and strength, allowing everything to work together for him to swim at the speed he did. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear he was one of the mermen from Farris Pei. But since she saw no fins, she was fairly certain it was a human male out there, just one in exceptional shape.

Callie didn’t realize she’d moved until she stood at the edge of the tide. Stationing herself at a place on the beach where he would be able to see her, she waited for him to come to her. As the distance closed between them the more of him she could see. The sun glistened off hair so blond it was almost white, but she couldn’t quite make out his facial features. The way he moved struck her as odd, he almost never seemed to raise his head to breathe as he swam.

Finally, he reached a point where he could stand in the water. At least six feet four inches of perfect male rose out of the ocean, water reluctantly dripped from a body fashioned by a loving god’s hand. Broad shoulders appeared first narrowing into a slender waist. With each step, the ridges of his abs rippled as he moved, the remaining droplets glistened off skin bare to the waistband of his swim trunks. He raised his hands to push wet shoulder-length hair back and away from his face, revealing a face sculptured by a master craftsman, one without flaw.

“Oh, Mercy!”

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SAVIOR by Hazel Gower

SAVIOR by Hazel Gower

The Inteli, 1  

The Inteli, a colorful warrior race sworn to protect the galaxy, need women. Centuries of fighting and a little genetic experimentation mean their race now faces extinction.

Danickra stumbles upon his solution in the human world, and this solution turns out to be more than he could ever have imagined. But danger and betrayal threaten not only their bond, but also their lives.

Opal was having a bad day. Then she was abducted by aliens.

As she learns more about this alien race, one in particular takes her heart. But treachery is afoot, and Opal must show she’s not as fragile as the aliens think.

Can this human woman answer the call of destiny and be a savior of a warrior race?

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One of the walls opened up, and a bright pink man walked in confidently. They laughed harder. Heather got off the platform bed and walked up to the man. He was brilliant, human-looking except for his bright pink skin, which was hard, almost metal-plated, and shiny like scales. His fingers were long sharp claws, and he had a long tail with a hand on its end that swished when he walked.

Heather touched his rock-hard chest. “Come out now, Ethan, before I kick your arse! I will say I love the pink. How did you get it so bright? Oh I so forgive you kidnapping us. He is yummy.”

What the hell was going on? Opal thought.

Heather took a step back towards her as the man blinked, and Opal could now see his eyes were yellow. “Wow, great contact lenses.”

His tail moved back and forth, and the hand at the end opened and waved.

“Oh. My. God,” Heather squealed.  “What great effects! The tail looks so real.”

Opal laughed and moved to join Heather. She loved Ethan, and she decided she would to buy him a thank you present for cheering her up. She smiled up at Mr. Pink. “Hi. I know my friend sent y...” She stopped mid-sentence as the wall opened again. This time a bright yellow man walked in. He was brighter than a daisy and had sky blue hair.

Opal took several steps towards him, drawn to his beauty. Staring up into purple eyes she sighed. Contact lenses were great. He was tall, easily over seven feet or more, and the chest she was currently looking at was to die for, big, broad, and she bet hard, even without the effects of the shiny scale plating covering his body.

Licking her lips, she groaned. “Yum, yum.” Mr. Pink was hot, but Mr. Yellow had her hand involuntarily fanning her face.

Walking the rest of the way to him, she looked up at his masculine face and moaned out. “Ethan really outdid himself with you. You look freaking awesome. Well you both do, but…” She reached up and touched his chest to see if it felt as hard as it looked. Mr. Yellow blinked and gave her a startled look, and then he smiled, showing wicked long sharp white fang-like teeth. Reaching up she touched one sharp point. “Wow, these even feel real.”

Her finger caught on the front tooth tip, and a drop of blood started to drip down into his mouth. “Ouch.”

Opal snatch her hand away, but quick as lighting his clawed hand gently pulled it back, and into his mouth. He sucked on her finger. Shivering, she clamped her legs together and tried to move her eyes from his intense stare. The bright purple orbs seemed to darken, trapping her as she stood on tip-toes leaning into him.

Heather’s voice snapped her out of the staring contest. Biting her lip so she wouldn’t laugh as Heather groaned, “Opal, you have to lick their skin. Whatever Ethan did, or used to make them this color, it doesn’t come off, and they taste like chocolate.” 

Turning to watch she giggled as Heather licked Mr. Pink’s muscular chest. Opal grinned and tuned back to Mr. Yellow and pointed to his chest. She needed to check this out. “May I?”

He grinned and pulled her closer. Hesitantly at first, she leaned her head in and licked his hard muscled chest. Yum. He did taste good. Chocolate. Mmm. Her favorite. He felt odd. His hard plated skin felt as smooth as satin. She pulled back and tapped on it, wondering what Ethan had used. He chuckled as she continued to explore.

Heather laughed as Mr. Pink picked her up and started to walk to one of the panel walls. “Oh my God, Opal, you don’t think Ethan paid these guys to sleep with us?”

Staring up at the gorgeous model face, she sighed. Great, just great. Ethan thought she was so desperate to lose her virginity he’d ordered male escorts, and did them up the same as his alien shoot he had done today, knowing her fantasy of being with an alien.

Heather was now trying to get down as she yelled, “I can, we can, find our own men.”

Mr. Pink growled and held Heather with both hands.

 Heather continued. “We are not that desperate to get laid. To sleep with a guy our friend hired to have sex with us, even if you are hot.”

Mr. Pink stopped and placed Heather on the ground. He then looked at Mr. Yellow, who grinned and nodded like they were making up their minds about something. Mr. Pink chuckled and stalked Heather who’d been backing away from him. He picked her up again and grinned then, walked to the panel and left, leaving Opal with Mr. Yellow.  He shrugged and stared down at her.

Opal smiled at him and tried to think of a way to word things without insulting him, and him picking her up like Heather and being carted away. “Ah, yeah, what she said. I can totally find my own ma—” She screamed as he picked her up like she weighed nothing at all.

The wall panel opened up, and Opal saw Mr. Pink taking Heather down a hallway, her friend screaming profanities as Mr. Yellow took her in the opposite direction.

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RIDING THE PULSE by Sam Cheever

RIDING THE PULSE by Sam Cheever

Marissa O'Neill and Jurden Bailey share a past they don't remember, though it's haunted their dreams for a decade. In their teens, they encountered something powerful in a cave in Mexico, and it changed them forever. But it isn't until they meet again, years later, that they realize just how much they've changed.

Suddenly they have powers -- super powers -- and they don't know how they're supposed to use them or why they have them. All they know is that sex seems to trigger the power and enhance it. And that's one trigger they're happy to explore.

But something alien and terrifying is trying to kill them, and it won't give up until it gets what they don't even know they have -- the single remaining object that can tie an advanced, alien race to much of Earth's history.

If only Rissa weren't so distracted by the things Jurden's vibrating finger can do!

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Riding the Pulse
Sam Cheever
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Marissa O'Neill sliced through the clear, aqua water, her gaze scanning the rich panorama unfolding beneath her. The colors of the coral and the brightly hued schools of fish were breathtaking, made even more vibrant by the illuminating rays of a slowly dropping sun.

A dark gray shadow fell over the pastel beauty of the coral reef, and she glanced ahead to see a stingray gliding calmly past. She just barely resisted the urge to reach out and touch its silky wings. The sand beneath its belly shifted from muted shadows to vibrant bursts of sparkling light as he moved on, allowing the sun's rays to find the stark white sand of the ocean floor again.

She smiled, feeling more at home in the clear, warm water than she had at any time before in her young life.

Cognizant of the need to stay close to the shoreline, she lifted her head out of the water to see where she was. That was when she saw the wide, gray arc of a cave in the near distance. Glancing toward the white sand beach, Marissa spied her friend Wendi lying in the sun, a damp towel draped over her face. Wendi didn't like water and fish. She preferred hot sand and oversexed boys bearing fruity drinks and bad pick up lines.

Figuring she had a little more time before her friend started looking for her, Marissa gave in to her fascination for caves and hidey holes and took off toward the partially submerged opening in the distance.

* * *

Jurden Bailey stood before the wall of the cave, his fingers stretched out to trace the strange figures etched into its surface. He'd never seen anything like them before, and, as an art history major, he'd spent a lot of time examining ancient art. The figures were more complex than drawings by cavemen from the Stone Age, and slightly less detailed than those from the Egyptian tombs. But it wasn't the shape and style of the pictures that fascinated him most -- it was the objects they portrayed. The multi-limbed figures and saucer-like objects looked like something an ancient, alien race might have carved.

He moved down the wall, his fingers tracing the carvings lovingly. Excitement throbbed in his chest, the sure knowledge that he'd discovered something important on the walls of that hidden cave making his hands shake a little. He wished there was a way he could take the find back to school with him. As he moved, the waterproof camera he'd brought to photograph the underwater bounty in the warm, shallow waters slid against his still-damp chest. It occurred to him that, if he couldn't take the actual etchings back, he could at least take pictures of them, and show the pictures to his professor at Indiana University.

A splashing sound near the mouth of the cave caused him to turn his head in surprise. A goddess rose from the water, her lithe form glistening in the dying light as water slid down her torso and legs to the shallow water at her feet. She reached up and pulled off the snorkel and mask she'd been wearing, holding them down at her side as she looked around.

Jurden took a step backward, cloaking himself in shadow so he could watch her for a moment unobserved. She shook her head and thick curls of blue-black hair sprang loose. Reaching up, she fluffed it briefly, her long fingers performing the action with an efficiency that told him she did it often, probably without even thinking.

She stepped out of the water onto dry white sand and stood there, looking around with pure awe on her pretty face. "Holy crap!"

Jurden knew how she felt.

She moved deeper into the cave, her gaze sliding unerringly toward the wall of etchings. A sudden protectiveness overwhelmed him. He'd found the markings on the wall, and he wasn't sure he wanted anyone else to see them.

He stepped out of the shadows. "Hello."

She jumped and her hand flew to her mouth. "Oh!" She frowned. "You scared the shit out of me!"

Her golden-brown eyes were almond shaped and tipped up a tiny bit on the outside corners. Her long, midnight-colored eyelashes spiked charmingly with moisture. She had beautiful cheekbones, high and finely sculpted, and her mouth was a curvy pout above a small chin. He smiled in apology. "Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you."

She tried to look into the shadows behind him. "What were you doing back there, anyway?"

He shrugged. "Just exploring." He stepped closer, extending his hand. "My name's Jurden Bailey."

After a moment's hesitation, she finally extended her hand. "Marissa O'Neill. My friends call me Rissa."

His smile seemed genuine. His mouth was a little on the wide side, with full, well shaped lips that narrowed sexily in the corners, teeth a stark white against his deeply tanned skin. His hair was light brown and wavy, the ends curling just above his ears and at the nape of his neck. His eyes looked green in the dimming light, outlined by short, thick lashes. One sun-kissed strand of hair fell over his forehead, drifting into his eyes. He didn't seem to notice.

Rissa realized she was staring and bit her bottom lip with embarrassment. He was a real hottie. And from the way he cocked his head and stared back, she figured he was well aware of his charms. "So what are you doing in this cave?"

He grinned, and she was pretty sure her knees knocked together. "Probably the same thing you are. I was just curious. It's really kind of boring, though."

She looked around in awe. "It's definitely not boring, Jurden Bailey." She smiled back at him. "I've never been in a real cave before."

His grin faded, and he seemed to be considering something very carefully. Rissa could tell he was hesitant. Finally he offered his hand again. "Actually, you're right. There's nothing at all boring about this cave. Come with me, I want to show you something."

Rissa hesitated only a moment. She'd always prided herself on being a good judge of character. "Okay." She took his hand and let him pull her toward the back of the cave.

As they approached the wall she saw that it was covered in some kind of markings. She also started to notice a tingle in her chest, a kind of vibration.

She stopped, her eyes widening. "Did you feel that?"

He nodded. "I did. It's what made me come closer to the wall. To check it out. Look..." He pulled her a few steps closer, and the vague swirls and shapes started to take form until she was looking at some type of written message. A very odd looking message. Reaching out, she tentatively touched the rock's surface, and the tingle she'd barely felt from ten feet away zinged through her. She gave a little cry and jumped back.

Jurden narrowed his gaze. "Come on, it was just a tiny little shock." Rissa felt as if she'd been hit with significant voltage. "That was no tiny shock."

He laughed and reached toward the wall, his long fingers scraping across its surface. Actual sparks came off the wall with his touch. He jerked back. "Ouch! Holy crap! That has definitely gotten stronger since I first touched it."

"What do you think it is?"

"I don't know." Reaching for the strap around his neck, he removed the camera and started snapping pictures. "But I'm gonna find out. I have a professor back in Indiana who can probably tell me what we're looking at."

Rissa nodded and watched him shoot pictures for a minute, examining the strange etchings as he moved down the wall.

Something flashed in her peripheral vision and she turned her head. Farther down the wall, just beyond the water's edge, something glowed, turning the water an unnatural shade of blue-green. "Jurden, look. What's that?"

He took two more pictures before turning to see what she was looking at. When he did, he gasped. "That wasn't there before."

They walked slowly toward the glow. Without even realizing it, they both reached out and clasped hands. As they got nearer the source of the glow they heard a humming sound, like the sound of thousands of volts of electricity running through a power line.

"I'm sure that wasn't there before, either," Jurden said in a whisper.

Rissa tightened her grip on his hand and pulled, digging in her heels. "Maybe we shouldn't go any closer."

He looked at her, then back to the glowing section of water, and laughed. "It's probably just one of those glowing fish. Haven't you ever been on a cruise and seen them? They're really cool."

Rissa shook her head, looking dubious. But she finally let him pull her forward and soon they were crouching at the edge of the water, careful not to let it touch their toes.

"What is it?" Rissa asked in a strangely breathless voice. She realized her chest was constricted with fear, and she was having trouble breathing.

Instead of answering, Jurden reached toward the oddly shaped object beneath the water's surface. "It looks like a rock."

Rissa reached out and stopped him just before his fingers broke the surface of the water. "Don't touch it!"

"Why not? It looks cool."

"You don't know what it is... what it will do."

He shook his head, then leaned over and kissed her...

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