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NOTE: This is a previously published work. The title, author, and/or publisher may have changed.
Blurb:
Things have
gone downhill since Sheriff Bryan Coltrane got involved in the FBI’s
investigation of a recent UFO crash. Not only is a homophobic agent pushing his
buttons, but he’s made contact with one of the aliens…who wants him for a mate!
Daroshi, a warrior with tentacles from the planet Maz’Rar, monitored the rescue of his captain, Ziang. Impressed by the courageous and brawny human male, he wants Bryan for his own despite knowing little about the race. Neither man is prepared for the problems arising from Daroshi’s desires, or the passion exploding between them.
What’s an alien to do when his mate harps on his civil rights and makes demands? He makes the wishes come true.
Daroshi, a warrior with tentacles from the planet Maz’Rar, monitored the rescue of his captain, Ziang. Impressed by the courageous and brawny human male, he wants Bryan for his own despite knowing little about the race. Neither man is prepared for the problems arising from Daroshi’s desires, or the passion exploding between them.
What’s an alien to do when his mate harps on his civil rights and makes demands? He makes the wishes come true.
Excerpt:
“Gods,”
Daroshi whispered as Bryan fired the strange-looking device.
When he and Ziang had transported down into Bryan’s backyard he hadn’t thought this could happen. The night was pitch black, the moon behind layers of fluffy clouds. Branches in the trees danced soothingly to gentle breezes.
An abundance of shrubs moved silently in the quietly swirling wind. Bryan’s small house was set away from the main road and deep in the woods, alone and isolated. Much like the owner. They crept around the house, moving carefully though the darkness.
Both activated their face shields for night vision. They blended with the night, silent hunters that became one with the darkness and shadows—predators with a mission. The prey was inside, unaware of what was closing in on him. Ziang opened his wrist weapon and pinpointed Bryan in the house by his body heat.
He motioned for Daroshi to follow him to the back of the house. They’d enter through the back door in the kitchen. As they passed the open window, Daroshi came to a stop when he heard Bryan’s comment about his hand and a big red dildo. His body came alive, and his tentacles jerked against his back.
A low growl of desire slipped out. Ziang immediately sliced his hand through the air, calling for silence. Daroshi couldn’t help himself. The very image of Bryan working a dildo up his ass inflamed him and sent his desire for the human spinning out of control.
Daroshi respected this human’s bravery and his dedication to an often thankless job, but now there was more. He could scent Bryan’s arousal. The scent was unlike anything he’d ever smelled—sharp and musky.
From the depths of his soul the word mine exploded in his head. He wanted Bryan with a passion he hadn’t felt, ever, and he’d do whatever it took to ease him into his new life. In his excitement, he made a rookie mistake. As he passed the window, he didn’t bend down low enough to conceal himself, and Bryan had seen him. Stupid, stupid, stupid of him.
Unsure of what the thing Bryan held was, he raced toward Bryan. The stricken look on Bryan’s face disturbed Daroshi—fear and horror coated his human’s face in heavy layers. Was that look aimed at them?
When Bryan yelled he hadn’t betrayed them, Daroshi’s heart stuttered in his chest. Without words, there was no way he could communicate to Bryan they knew this and that wasn’t the reason they were there.
Of course, if Bryan had known the real reason, he still may have acted as he did. When Bryan pointed the gun at Ziang, he’d been impressed with Bryan’s calmness and bravery. Coming through the window wasn’t ideal, and he’d frightened Bryan, but there was no other way into the kitchen.
“Are you okay?” Daroshi hissed at Ziang, and then lifted his arm. He didn’t want to have to do this, he really didn’t. Shawn warned them Bryan wouldn’t come without a fight, but Daroshi hadn’t believed him. He should have listened. Why hadn’t he listened, dammit?
Now the human had a weapon, and he was unsure what harm the thing could actually do. With regret he fired, and a beam of light came from his weapon unit. Bryan dropped to the ground.
“Ziang!” Daroshi hissed again.
“I’m fine.” Ziang shook his head. “Ego is more hurt than anything. Damn primitive device packed a punch. My head is still spinning.”
“What was that thing?” Daroshi rushed over to Bryan, who lay on the ground.
“A very primitive stun type weapon, I would guess. I believe they call it a ‘taser.’” Ziang moved next to Daroshi. Both stood over Bryan.
“Not the best way to start things off,” Daroshi mumbled.
When he and Ziang had transported down into Bryan’s backyard he hadn’t thought this could happen. The night was pitch black, the moon behind layers of fluffy clouds. Branches in the trees danced soothingly to gentle breezes.
An abundance of shrubs moved silently in the quietly swirling wind. Bryan’s small house was set away from the main road and deep in the woods, alone and isolated. Much like the owner. They crept around the house, moving carefully though the darkness.
Both activated their face shields for night vision. They blended with the night, silent hunters that became one with the darkness and shadows—predators with a mission. The prey was inside, unaware of what was closing in on him. Ziang opened his wrist weapon and pinpointed Bryan in the house by his body heat.
He motioned for Daroshi to follow him to the back of the house. They’d enter through the back door in the kitchen. As they passed the open window, Daroshi came to a stop when he heard Bryan’s comment about his hand and a big red dildo. His body came alive, and his tentacles jerked against his back.
A low growl of desire slipped out. Ziang immediately sliced his hand through the air, calling for silence. Daroshi couldn’t help himself. The very image of Bryan working a dildo up his ass inflamed him and sent his desire for the human spinning out of control.
Daroshi respected this human’s bravery and his dedication to an often thankless job, but now there was more. He could scent Bryan’s arousal. The scent was unlike anything he’d ever smelled—sharp and musky.
From the depths of his soul the word mine exploded in his head. He wanted Bryan with a passion he hadn’t felt, ever, and he’d do whatever it took to ease him into his new life. In his excitement, he made a rookie mistake. As he passed the window, he didn’t bend down low enough to conceal himself, and Bryan had seen him. Stupid, stupid, stupid of him.
Unsure of what the thing Bryan held was, he raced toward Bryan. The stricken look on Bryan’s face disturbed Daroshi—fear and horror coated his human’s face in heavy layers. Was that look aimed at them?
When Bryan yelled he hadn’t betrayed them, Daroshi’s heart stuttered in his chest. Without words, there was no way he could communicate to Bryan they knew this and that wasn’t the reason they were there.
Of course, if Bryan had known the real reason, he still may have acted as he did. When Bryan pointed the gun at Ziang, he’d been impressed with Bryan’s calmness and bravery. Coming through the window wasn’t ideal, and he’d frightened Bryan, but there was no other way into the kitchen.
“Are you okay?” Daroshi hissed at Ziang, and then lifted his arm. He didn’t want to have to do this, he really didn’t. Shawn warned them Bryan wouldn’t come without a fight, but Daroshi hadn’t believed him. He should have listened. Why hadn’t he listened, dammit?
Now the human had a weapon, and he was unsure what harm the thing could actually do. With regret he fired, and a beam of light came from his weapon unit. Bryan dropped to the ground.
“Ziang!” Daroshi hissed again.
“I’m fine.” Ziang shook his head. “Ego is more hurt than anything. Damn primitive device packed a punch. My head is still spinning.”
“What was that thing?” Daroshi rushed over to Bryan, who lay on the ground.
“A very primitive stun type weapon, I would guess. I believe they call it a ‘taser.’” Ziang moved next to Daroshi. Both stood over Bryan.
“Not the best way to start things off,” Daroshi mumbled.
