“See you in a bit,” he said, and left. Sarah stripped and climbed into the tub. The water felt fantastic, and when she got out twenty minutes later it had cooled and turned brown from the first she had accumulated in the forest after climbing out of the river. Had that only been earlier in the day? It felt like it was weeks ago.
Adam returned just after she had wrapped herself in a rough towel that looked to be made of the same golden material as the rope belt she had seen earlier.
“I thought to have some clothes made,” Adam said, handing a shirt and pair of pants over to her, having been stitched together out of some sort of animal skin.
“They made it this quickly?” Sarah asked.
“They’re an amazing people. Except, you know, I guess they aren’t people,” Adam said. He had also brought a meal of fruit and cooked meat, and they ate together. By then the sun was falling and sky was growing dark.
“I sent people out for your friend,” Adam told her. “You get some sleep.”
Sarah was sure she would be unable to sleep, but she drifted off almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.
She woke in the middle of the night to a frantic banging on her door. She opened it quickly to find Adam there.
“Your friend came looking for you,” he said excitedly, and Sarah couldn’t help but erupt into a cheer. She followed Adam to his hut, and waited impatiently as he pushed the door open.
She stepped inside and her blood ran cold. Henry turned to look to her.
“Hello love,” he said in his mind. “I’ve come to rescue you.”
Sarah wanted to scream. She wanted to say no. She wanted to turn and run way and never stop. But something in her mind, well, not something but someone, kept her from doing so.
“Hello,” she said instead.
“Let’s go, shall we,” Henry said, and he walked out. Sarah left behind him, leaving a very confused Adam in her wake. Henry had a triangular ship parked right at the edge of the small village, and it was with horror that Sarah stepped onto it, unable to do anything else, and the door shut behind her.
Gar was two miles from the village, working his way in that direction when he saw the ship rise in the distance and blast off into space. Somehow, he knew Sara was upon it. He screamed and fell to his knees, and he stayed there for some time. When he rose, he made a promise to the Earth woman he had fallen in love with.
“I will save you,” he said, to himself, to her though she couldn’t hear him. “I will save you.”
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END
You enjoyed part one of the steamy Sensual Abduction story. You won't want to miss the second chapter, Aeon Fugitive. Sarah continues her sexy love affair with an alien warrior while stranded on a strange and dangerous alien planet.
About The Next Book: Aeon Fugitive
The crystal necklace her father gave her years ago acting as a beacon to an alien species, Sarah Ellison finds herself abducted by the aliens and taken halfway across the galaxy.
The Aeon are a species of alien who look much like humans, except for their bobbing antennae, blue skin, and the fact that they speak with their minds and not their mouths. One alien, which Sarah nicknames ‘Henry’ spends more time with the young Earth woman than any of his fellow space beings. Is Sarah going crazy, or is there an attraction growing there?
As she begins to fell for the alien, and he for her, Henry tells her of the Zaytar, another alien species which seems intent on destroying the Aeon. Their brief outer space love affair is interrupted however, when the Zaytar attack and abduct Sarah right from under the Aeon’s nose. Sarah finds herself a captive once more, and it’s quite clear that Gar, the Zaytar tasked with guarding her, desires her very much.
Torn between the two aliens, Sarah finds herself simultaneously in the middle of a war between alien species, where the things she’s been told may not be truth.
Will Sarah ever make it back to Earth? And which alien has truly one her heart? And even more importantly, which alien suitor has really been telling her the truth?
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Wild Winter
Passion of the Pack Series Book 1
By:
Amelia Wilson
Chapter One
The cold was almost oppressive, despite the heater in the beat up red Volkswagen Beetle going full blast. It had been a long trip, and though Sasha Silver had of course taken it over multiple days, she was still exhausted and ready to reach the end of her destination. The highway on which she drove was only two lanes and lonely, a desolate stretch of gray winding through a forest of evergreen trees which had been blanketed by thick drifts of pure white snow. A green sign sat beside the side of the road, and Sasha scanned it with interest. It read:
TALL TREE…..10 MILES
She was almost there. Finally.
Sasha slowed as she entered the town a few minutes later, she had been making good timing on the long stretches between towns, but the last thing she needed was a ticket from a Podunk cop in one of these Podunk towns. She had been hoping against hope that Tall Tree would turn out to not be Podunk since that’s where she was going to be living for… well, who knew exactly how long, and she would love for life to be as normal as possible, and she was coming from Chicago, where life was big, and loud, and always moving.
But Tall Tree? Not so much, from first impressions. She came around a curve and hit her brakes, the trees falling away from each side of the road as the town began. First a few houses, and then she was turning onto Main Street at the guidance of the GPS on her phone. She passed a general store, a small one screen movie theater, and a diner called Jo’s. There were a few people out on the sidewalks, but Sasha didn’t pass a single other car. She glanced at the clock in her dash, it was four in the afternoon. Chicago would be packed with people and vehicles. Sasha sighed. She was sure she was going to regret moving here much sooner than she had even imagined.
Tall Tree was in the northern part of Alaska, and Sasha hadn’t even been aware the town existed until she got a letter in the mail a few months previous. She was nineteen, living with two friends she had made after a year in college. They had all decided that maybe school wasn’t for them, at least at that time in their lives, and they had gotten a place together and talked about opening their own beauty shop. Now that wouldn’t happen, at least not with Sasha.
Her mail had been set aside for her as it always was, two bills and a long white envelope wit
h her name and address printed on it in shaky handwriting. She sat down at the kitchen table, and when her eyes moved to the return address, her breath caught in her chest, and her hands began to shake. CONNOR FRAY it said there, in big block letters, and below that: 12 LONG PATH LANE, TALL TREE ALASKA 99501.
The address meant nothing to Sasha, but the name did. It was her grandfather, a man she had not seen since she was a child. Her mother’s father, a man she couldn’t even picture, her only memories of him hazy and dim. Single traits leapt out at her as she thought of him while her nervous fingers slid under the flap of the envelope and ripped it upwards. Big. Firm. Stern. That’s how she remembered Connor Fray, after years, over a decade, of not seeing him.
Sasha’s mother had died when she was only six, and that was the last time she saw her grandfather. He lived in Colorado then, and he had come to Ohio where Sasha grew up for the funeral, and he had spent a few days with her and her father, and then he had gone. Her father was an only child without very much family, and they kept to themselves. It seemed as though Connor was fine with that as well. More than a few times growing up, it stung Sasha to think that her grandfather never asked to see her, or invited her out to spend time with him. Her father’s parents had made an effort to see her regularly, despite living in Florida.
And then the letter had arrived. She had opened it, and she sat there for a moment without pulling the paper inside from the envelope, trying to figure out why she felt so uneasy. A letter from her grandfather? Why would he be sending her such a thing, was he alright? Years without a word from him, and now a letter?
Sasha took a deep breath and pulled the letter out. It was a page long, written in the blocky letters from the envelope. It told her that her grandfather was dying, and he needed help with a few things. He didn’t have anyone else he trusted to turn to. Without going into too much detail, he just asked her to come out and stay with him for some time, six months or so, and that he would pay her to do so.
After leaving school, Sasha had been working as a waitress. She hated it, and was worried it was killing her slowly, not really of course, but figuratively. Her grandfather was offering a lot of money, just to go spend time with him in his last months? She figured he needed help getting his finances in order, selling his house, things like that.
Alaska was very far away, however, and it took Sasha a long time to decide whether or not she was going to go. In the end, she packed up, said goodbye to her roommates, and started to drive.
The GPS beeped, and she knew she had arrived. Her grandfather lived in a massive two storey log cabin, nestled on a large snow-covered tract of land, snow piled on the roof, long icicles hanging from the edge. The driveway was shoveled clear, and a big blue pick-up truck sat at the end of the path.
Sasha parked and killed the engine. She took a deep breath before opening the door and glanced in the rearview mirror. Her eyes were pale blue, the sunlight reflecting off all the snow around her serving to make them sparkle. It had been a long trip, and she was tired, but she was a beautiful girl and still looked it. She had shoulder length blonde hair that she spent a long time on to make it look like she didn’t spend any time at all on it. She was short, her body lithe but well rounded, her hips and bust womanly and pleasing to every man she had ever been with.
Another breath and Sasha pushed the door open. She stood for a moment in the biting chill, reaching back into a car and pulling a hooded sweatshirt from the passenger seat. Sasha slid it over her head and slipped her hands, with her slim fingers and her manicured soft pink nails into the sweatshirt’s pockets. She made her way to the front door of the cabin, knocking as she stood on the large front porch.
It took a few moments, but her grandfather answered, and before he could even speak she was stepping forward and wrapping her arms around the old man. He hugged her in return, and when she pulled away, she was surprised to see shining tears brimming in his eyes, and even more surprised to feel hot burning ones in her own. She wiped them quickly away and smiled.
“Hi grandpa,” she said.
“Hey,” the old man said, and Sasha took a moment to look him over. In a lot of ways, he was still the man she remembered. He was tall, and his shoulders broad, but his hair was now snow white, and he had buzzed it, where he used to keep it rather long. His face was lined with deep wrinkles, but when he smiled the corners of his eyes turned up, and it made him look almost twenty years younger.
Connor looked his granddaughter up and down. “Too skinny,” he said. “You need to eat more.”
The girl laughed. “I’m fine grandpa.”
“Where are your bags?” the old man asked her.
“In the car, I thought we could visit first a bit.”
“No, let’s just grab them, you won’t feel like getting them later. Get settled, and then we can visit.”
Sasha was not used to not being able to do what she wanted, but she knew she didn’t want to start her visit off on the wrong foot, so she just nodded and led her grandfather to the car, where they each grabbed some bags and carried them inside.
“I’m upstairs, so you’re here,” the old man said as he opened a closed door just off of the kitchen. The room was small but well furnished, with a comfortable looking bed in the far corner and a dresser against the wall. There was an old rocking chair in another corner, and her grandfather pointed it out.
“Your grandmother’s mother made that. Some time ago of course.”
Sasha placed her bags on the bed and then walked over to the chair. She ran her fingertips along one arm rest. The piece was beautiful, carved and built from cherry wood, the hue deep brown with a reddish tint.
“It’s amazing. I can’t believe someone could make this.”
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Preview of The Alien Surrogate
The Alien Surrogate
The Klaskians Series Book 1
By:
Amelia Wilson
Prologue
Life on other planets is viable. It is real.
On the morning of July 26, 2029, an astronomer woke to find that a new planet impossibly joined the solar system. The new sphere, less than half the size of Earth and located twice distance between it and the moon, was instantly viewed as a threat.
The astronomer shared his findings only with the leaders of the most powerful nations, who instantly prepared for war, all the while keeping the citizens of Earth in darkness about their new knowledge lest panic and insanity arise.
On July 27, one day after the planet was sighted, a message arrived requesting peace. On August 10, a photograph emerged of two blue-hued humanoid males shaking hands with the most powerful of the world’s leaders. An accord was signed, a treatise laying out the terms for peace. The agreement swore that no one species would invade the other’s planet, but visitation with permission was acceptable.
Society fell into stunned shock. Some were vindicated, their beliefs in other life now proved. Some were fearful, others spew hatred. Many were simply curious about the new visitors.
The new planet, known to the people of Earth as Klaskar, remained largely a mystery, as did the blue-skinned aliens, the Klaskians. It was generally accepted that their technology was widely superior to anything on Earth; their knowledge so diverse that they could adopt any language to communicate.
The visits to Earth started soon after. The Klaskians brought their technology and their incredible ability to grow new natural life. Humanity stood in awe as the rainforests regenerated, animals slowly started to repopulate and get removed from endangered lists. The Klaskians were actually healing the Earth.
On one such visit; a brave woman stole into the encampment where the aliens slept. She gave herself to a night of breathless pleasure, and in three months was shocked when she bore a blue-skinned child.
The Klaskians were sent for. They came and took the child. Governments tried to keep the incident a secret, but the riots and the outcry against banning contact between the species
gave them pause. The world was changing. Shockingly, humanity, for the most part, had accepted that the Klaskians were part of the future and could be an ally should less peaceful beings ever arrive.
The move, as it was called, when the planet of Klaskar found a new sun after theirs burned out, had taken a great toll on Klaskian life. Many females and young did not survive the harsh, painful period of transition. The grief on Klaskar was fresh, an open wound.
And then, on Earth, new life. A child born between a Klaskian male and a human woman. New hope. A spark, a shimmer in the distance. The Klaskians reached for it and humanity clasped their hands in a partnership that would forever change both species.
Chapter 1
Desperation changes everything. Even the unthinkable is considered when there is no other way out.
Janelle Speirs was out of options. She turned the brochure over in her hands, looking blankly in front of her. The red pamphlet had been given to her by her well-meaning best friend when she had confessed her dire situation. Shelly had always been there for her. She only person in the world that Janelle allowed herself to trust.
The brochure was worn down from her nervous fidgeting. She read the plain cover with the gold embossed lettering, running the tip of her finger over the swirling loops of the letters.
Tomorrow.
That’s all the cover said, but Janelle knew what was inside. She had spent the last hour hunched over her kitchen table with her stomach in knots.
Could she do it?
She felt her throat closing tightly with anxiety and unshed tears.
Blinking hard to compose herself, Janelle leaned against the back of the cheap wooden chair, her eyes scanning her tiny apartment. It wasn’t more than a living room and a kitchen combined into one open area. Down the hallway, there was a small bedroom and a tiny bathroom.
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