Pulled by the Tail
Celestial Mates
Nancey Cummings
Copyright © 2019 by Nancey Cummings
Cover design by Nancey Cummings
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Pulled by the Tail: Celestial Mates
Tail and Claw #2
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Published July 2019
Published by Menura Press
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All rights reserved.
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Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction and all people, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are eighteen years of age or older.
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Contents
Foreward
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Epilogue
Afterword
About the Author
Also by Nancey Cummings
Foreward
Wife Wanted: Aristocrat Needs an Heir. Fertile Females Only.
A clerical error matched Georgia to the wrong alien. It’ll take months to get their marriage annulled, so she’s stuck in a grand house that’s falling down on a backwater planet with a massive brute of an alien who likes books more than people. But the more time she spends with Talen, the more she questions if their marriage was a mistake.
All Talen has in the universe is his family. When his brother’s latest scheme delivers a human female to his door, technically his wife, he refuses to turn her away. She’s part of his pride now and he knows that her luscious form and biting wit is vital to his future. He’ll win her heart and convince her that nothing about the heat between them is a mistake.
Chapter 1
Georgia
Sunshine,
I regret to inform you I have a scheduling conflict and cannot attend your meeting this afternoon.
-Kevin
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“Benign,” the doctor said.
Georgia sighed with relief; she had never heard such a sweet, perfect word before in her life. Benign. Thank God. For the last week, she’d been living on tenterhooks, unable to sleep due to worry and unable to concentrate on anything beyond “what if.”
What if the polyps were cancerous?
What if she had cervical cancer like her mom?
What if they didn’t catch it in time?
“So, what’s next?”
The doctor leaned back in her chair. “I’d like to start you on a course of progesterone. That should get your hormone levels balanced. The regime will be two weeks on, two weeks off. The hormone won’t affect your ability to have children,” the doctor said in a warm, reassuring tone.
“Okay,” Georgia said, unsure of her ability to remember to take a pill every day for two weeks, then skip the pills for another two weeks. She’d have to get a pillbox.
That’s how the whole mess started. Georgia’s cycle had never been predictable but at least it was light and pain-free. Until it wasn’t. Slowly, so slowly she hadn’t noticed, her cycles grew more troublesome and erratic until she reached the point where she couldn’t leave the house due to heavy bleeding for weeks. Not days. Weeks. Clearly, something had been wrong and silly Georgia didn’t realize until she was in the thick of it.
Fortunately, her best friend, Freema, a med school student, found her a good doctor who listened to her symptoms. With her family history of cervical cancer in mind, they promptly eliminated possibilities. After blood tests, thyroid tests, and an ultrasound, what remained was cancer and the suspicious little polyps inside her uterus.
“…but you might want to consider any children sooner rather than later.”
The doctor’s words snapped her back from her daydreaming. “But I’m only twenty-eight.”
Only twenty-eight and already her body had betrayed her. This time the polyps were benign. What if next time it was cervical cancer? She could lose her uterus and even her life. Georgia had vague memories of her mother going in for a partial hysterectomy when Georgia was young. Mainly she remembered sitting in the hospital cafeteria with her elderly neighbor, eating ice cream and crying because she was so scared. The neighbor’s solution to everything unpleasant was ice cream, a bad habit she picked up and explained the extra pounds she carried on her hips.
“So, you’re saying I should have a baby now while I’m still able?”
“I’m saying with your family history of cancer, you should consider your options.”
While she still had options.
“I see no reason, medically, why you cannot conceive now, but if you decide to wait, you could consider freezing your eggs and other treatment options.”
Expensive options, the doctor meant.
“And don’t overlook adoption. That love is just as real as a child that grows in your belly.”
“Yeah, I mean, of course.” She liked the idea of adopting or fostering. Having gone into the foster system after her mother’s death, she knew the pain of being an unwanted, unadoptable child. If she could give a kid a home, she would, gladly. “It’s just a bit sudden. I don’t have to make any decisions today?”
She just found out she didn’t have cancer—thank God—and she was unprepared to figure out how to afford a baby or foster a kid. She needed to be married first. That was the plan.
“Of course not. Let’s see how you respond to hormone therapy.”
With a prescription in hand, Georgia made her way to the pharmacy and then to the apartment she shared with her boyfriend, Kevin.
Things with Kevin were fine. Not amazing, but not bad, just fine. That was good, right? A stable relationship with no surprises. Sure, it was boring, but boring was good. After an unstable childhood—not to speak ill of her mom, who did the best she could—paying the rent on time, holding down a nine-to-five job, and never having to worry about the utilities being shut off was wonderful.
Boring was just another word for stable and stability was fantastic. No one embodied stability more than her Kevin.
But were they ready for children? They lived together, sure, and hadn’t encountered any major problems, but a baby? Agreeing on what pizza to order or what show to watch in the evening wasn’t the same thing as raising a child.
She had some time. Not years, like she originally envisioned in her master life plan, but she didn’t have to jump on Kevin’s dick and get knocked up today.
Yes, Georgia had a master life plan. Her first draft had been written in glitter gel ink when she was twelve and determined not to end up like her parents. She’d been updating it ever since. Graduate high school, done. Don’t get pregnant as a teenager, like her mom. Georgia didn’t even date in high school, avoiding the temptation of sex and opportunities for surprise pregnancies. College, done. She traveled out of the country, got a small tattoo on her shoulder, and even had an anonymous one-night stand, all according to the plan. Moving in with her boyfriend right out of colle
ge was on schedule. Maybe she should accelerate the schedule and bump up married at thirty to twenty-eight?
Having a list of her goals kept her on track. The big picture vanished too easily in the day-to-day. Like now. Having a baby before thirty wasn’t in the plan but what if the plan was wrong? What if she waited and then couldn’t have a baby?
She needed to think this over, preferably with a big slice of chocolate cake.
Her phone buzzed with an incoming message. Well? Don’t leave a girl hanging.
She smiled and typed a quick reply to her friend, Freema. No cancer!
Thank you, sweet Jesus! Celebratory drinks? Strawberry and margarita emojis followed. Freema loved her boozy strawberry drinks.
I’m exhausted. I didn’t sleep, she replied.
Take a nap. Let me know if you change your mind, Freema wrote.
Georgia wouldn’t change her mind. She wanted to curl up on the sofa and watch something mindless with people decorating cakes poorly. That sounded amazing.
“Sweetie, I’m home,” she announced, tossing her keys on the table next to the front door. Immediately she noticed the extra set of car keys, which were not hers or Kevin’s. “Do we have company?”
No one replied but she heard music from deeper in the apartment. Georgia followed the noise, opening the bedroom door to find Kevin balls-deep in the new intern.
Boring, predictable Kevin was fucking the intern. How cliché. How uninspired. Georgia had to laugh. Kevin’s pale, hairy butt was laughable, too.
The intern finally noticed Georgia standing in the door and screamed.
“The intern? Really, Kevin? Is she even legal?” Georgia knew the young woman’s age to be at least eighteen, probably closer to twenty, but still.
“What are you doing home?!” Kevin jumped away from the woman like distance could erase what Georgia saw. “You’re supposed to be at the office until five.”
The intern grabbed her clothes from the floor and rushed by Georgia.
“I had a doctor’s appointment, which I told you about this morning. Oh, and it’s not cancer. Thanks for asking.”
“There you go again, always sniping at me.”
“Don’t turn this around on me. You were fucking the intern!”
Kevin ignored what she said. “So, you’re fine now?” He stood with his hands on his hips, his dick flagging, way too confident for a guy with a scrawny, pale, hairy ass.
“Fuck, you’re not even wearing a condom,” she said. So gross. Thank God she had insisted on protection with him. Still, she added getting a check-up at the clinic to her list. Getting a funky sex infection was not part of the master plan, but here she was, staring at the unimpressive, unprotected dick of her asshole boyfriend, not knowing where he put that thing.
She did know he wouldn’t be putting it in her again. Ever.
“But you’re fine?” he asked, and Georgia got the distinct impression he wasn’t concerned about her health.
“Yeah, no cancer.”
He flashed a confident smile that made her skin crawl. “She didn’t mean anything, baby. I just needed a backup plan if you were sick. I didn’t want to get stuck, you know?”
If she was sick… His words turned her stomach. “So, you’d trade me in? Ditch me when I needed you?”
Exactly what happened to her mom. She grew sick and her dad vanished. Her parents had a rocky relationship to start with, on-again and off-again, but her dad always came back. Eventually. Usually broke and needing a place to crash, but he came back. Until her mom had cancer, and he disappeared for good.
Fuck. Despite her carefully monitored plan, she ended up with the same type of man as her father. Fuck a duck.
“How many?” she asked.
“Just the one. Just Janice.”
“So, this is the first time?” Not that it made it better, but she was trying to wrap her head around when boring, reliable Kevin found time to screw the intern.
“Well, not the first time, but she’s the only one.”
“How long?”
“It doesn’t matter, baby.” He flashed his charming smile, but Georgia saw it for the superficial facade it was.
“How long?!”
“Since October.”
Since she got sick and went in for testing. That creep. He tossed her aside the moment her body failed to meet his standards of perfection.
“Get out,” she said.
“You’re not upset, are you? Where’s my Georgia sunshine?” He cupped her face. The pet name used to make her heart flutter, now it made her nauseous.
Georgia stepped back. “I said get out, Kevin.”
He huffed, like he wanted to argue, but pulled on his jeans. The whole situation was so strange. They never argued and until a few minutes ago, she would have sworn that Kevin would have never cheated. He was too boring.
“I’m leaving, but just to check on Janice. You’re not kicking me out,” he said.
“Yes, I am. Don’t bother coming back.”
“My name’s on the lease.”
“I’ll get the locks changed,” she said. Immediately.
“I’ll get the landlord to let me back in,” he retorted.
“Don’t you have a backup apartment with Janice, since you’re so worried about being stuck?”
Kevin drew himself up to full height, a move that might have been impressive with his average build and narrow shoulders if he had scruples or even the smallest bit of dignity. “I paid for the deposit on this place. It’s mine. If you can’t see your way around this one little indiscretion, I really think you should leave.”
“Fine.”
“Fine,” he said in a mocking tone. His smirk said that he expected to find her on the sofa, waiting for him, when he got back. He slipped on his shoes, grabbed his keys, and stood at the door. “Don’t eat all the ice cream while I’m gone. You’ve really let yourself go, Georgia.”
“You did not just call me fat,” she said as the door swung shut. She stood there in disbelief. “He called me fat.”
He fucked the intern, blamed her, made a jab about her weight as he left to chase his mistress, and expected to find her waiting for him when he got back. No doubt on the sofa, eating directly out of the ice cream tub, because that’s what chubby chicks did.
Georgia looked around the apartment. When Kevin said he wanted to move in together, she’d been thrilled. He purchased most of the furniture and furnishings, but that made sense. He made more money than her and could afford to upgrade to the leather sofa and the side tables with the marble inlay. Everything had been arranged just so and kept pristine with zero clutter. Kevin didn’t like clutter. They decorated with a trendy gray and white color scheme. Excuse her, French gray and origami white. It was bland. Safe.
Boring.
Fuck boring and especially fuck Kevin.
Part of her wanted to take a knife and ruin the fine-grain leather on the sofa, to destroy Kevin’s favorite lounger, but she didn’t have it in her. She wasn’t a vandal. Knowing Kevin, he’d send her a bill.
Okay, she ruled out property damage. Revenge would have to be less physical and more intangible.
Like frozen fish fillets in the heating vents. Concerned with his heart and omega-three fatty acids, they stocked the freezer with a variety of fish. She didn’t particularly enjoy fish but she choked it down because that’s what a good girlfriend did, right?
She refused to be Kevin’s good girlfriend anymore.
Georgia grabbed a bag and stuffed it with the first things she grabbed from the closet. She’d crash with Freema for a few days until she could find a place of her own. She had money. She had a job, even if it was a job in Kevin’s office as his subordinate.
Yeah, she’d need to find a new job, too.
She dumped her toiletries into the bag and couldn’t think of another reason to stay. She’d be back in a few days with Freema to fetch the rest of her stuff, unless Kevin changed the locks, and then she’d put the fish in the heating vents.
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br /> “We’re out of strawberries, so it’s just a plain daiquiri.” Freema set two tall glasses down on the coffee table.
“Lame. I was promised strawberry daiquiris.” That wouldn’t stop Georgia from drinking her plain daiquiri, though.
“We drank all the rum, too, so I used the whiskey,” Freema said.
“That’s not a daiquiri.” She didn’t think it was anything. She took a cautious sip. Tart and sweet, it burned down her throat. Georgia sputtered but swallowed the awful concoction. “This is terrible. You ruined really good whiskey.”
“No one likes whiskey and we’re too drunk to go to the store or a bar. They won’t serve us.” Freema leaned against Georgia, holding the vile drink like it might explode. The glass tilted to its side. Spilling was a real possibility.
Georgia grabbed the glass and set it back down on the coffee table. “We’re not that drunk.” Probably. She’d been crashing on Freema’s couch for a week, too down in the dumps to do much of anything. She quit her job, so she did that. She showered, but only because Freema sprayed her with air freshener. Subtle, her friend was not.
That morning, they went to Kevin’s apartment and cleared out the rest of her stuff. She half expected to find her books, clothes, and favorite coffee mugs already packed in boxes and Janice moved in. Instead, nothing had changed, like Kevin expected her to come crawling back. After packing up her meager possessions, they stole Kevin’s expensive bottles of whiskey and rum.
All things considered, Georgia was proud of how maturely she handled the situation. She didn’t destroy Kevin’s property or dump dog poo on the carpet and start up the floor cleaning bot to smear the poo everywhere. She considered it but didn’t do it. See? Mature. She only took two little bottles of alcohol. He owed her.
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