by Liza Probz
Table of Contents
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
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Epilogue
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
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
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
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
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
Chapter 23
Table of Contents
Title Page
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Introduction
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
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Epilogue
The Regent’s Rapture
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
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
The Major’s Mission
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
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
The Lieutenant's Luck
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
Chapter 23
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The Minister’s Manipulation
The Lords of Zanthar
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Liza Probz
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Love has the power to find you. Even when you’re in disguise.
Jamie Cohen was used to quitting things, but she refused to give up the search for her sister, Sylvie, who had crash landed on an alien world six month ago and hadn't been heard from since. Unfortunately, having a fiance in NASA wasn't much help either. Things changed when a handsome Good Samaritan saved her from a stranger's unwanted advances. Although she thought he'd just been in the right place at the right time, when she sees him again she realizes the truth: He'd bee
n following her.
Drak'Karren Rasveen, Minister of Defense to the planet Zanthar and brother of its king, took his mission to Earth disguised as a human very seriously. Here he hoped to uncover an enemy conspiracy that was threatening the lives of his people. Instead he found Jamie, a frivolous but beautiful human with a taste for expensive clothes and successful men. Still, she is his best chance to infiltrate NASA and find the data he needs. Now, if he could only keep his hands off her...
Together, the pair will battle shapeshifting enemies and risk imprisonment on an alien world. But the real test of their mettle comes when Drake is forced to reveal his true form, a 7-foot tall, muscular alien creature with color-changing skin and an endowment that would put human men to shame. Can Jamie trust the fate of her sister to someone who has lied to her repeatedly? Is Drake willing to break the taboo of mating outside his race and risk the censure of his people? And will they be able to escape the alien prison with their relationship intact? Or even with their lives?
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Chapter 1
Jamie Cohen strode into the elevator on the 8th floor of NASA headquarters, hit the button for the lobby, and leaned back against the elevator wall. A large exhale blew her carefully coiffed bangs above her forehead, joining the scowl in throwing her usually pristine appearance into disarray.
She crossed her arms over her chest and muttered to herself. “I can’t believe they still haven’t found her.”
A moment before the elevator doors finally got around to closing, a hand appeared in the gap, causing them to spring back open. A tall, well-dressed man joined her against the elevator wall, his expression the definition of patience.
“Don’t start, Lance,” Jamie said, holding her hand up. “It’s been nearly six months! If those eggheads were going to do something, they’d have done it already.”
Lance shook his head. Every lock of hair stayed perfectly in place on his handsome head. “As one of those eggheads, I promise you we’re doing everything we can.”
Jamie sighed. Her fiancé looked like the opposite of “egghead.” He was fit, muscular, and had a charming smile and pleasant demeanor. They’d met the first time she’d stomped into the NASA offices, demanding that they bring her sister Sylvie home. He’d escorted her to coffee after she’d yelled at most of his superiors, hoping to calm her down and explain that they were working hard to bring Dr. Cohen home.
Still, no sign of Sylvie had been found. She’d been shot into space looking for extraterrestrial life, and her shuttle had crashed on an alien world. No one had heard from her in all this time. Were they even looking?
Jamie eyed her companion. Dr. Lance Cargraves had a degree in mathematics and was one of NASA’s most decorated astronauts. His warm brown eyes, wide smile, and excellent bone structure made him stand out among the other glasses-wearing, lab-coat sporting eggheads.
Of course, she’d accepted when he’d asked her out to dinner after that first fateful coffee.
Jamie had rushed to Washington D.C. after she’d heard the reports that NASA’s first solo long distance mission had resulted in a crash-landing. If it hadn’t been her sister, Dr. Sylvia Cohen, on the rocket, she would have had no idea that the mission even existed. Current events in space travel weren’t her strong suit.
She didn’t know anyone in this town, and Lance had been her first friendly face. So it had made sense to accept his proposal after they’d been dating for a few months. Still…she had a few niggling doubts she hadn’t been able to lay to rest.
“Look,” Lance said, his smooth voice hauling her out of her restless thoughts. “Why don’t you go home, take a nice hot bath and try to relax. I’ll take you out to dinner tonight at that bistro you mentioned, the one where all the celebrities eat.”
Jamie gave him a half-hearted smile. The elevator stopped, the doors opening onto gray carpets and displays of outer-space memorabilia. Lance took her arm, steering her towards the double doors and then out onto the street. He leaned down, planting a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll make the reservations. You pick out your prettiest dress, and I’ll pick you up at eight.”
Then he was gone, back into NASA headquarters. And Jamie stood alone on the sidewalk, feeling lost as passersby surrounded her.
She shook her head, wondering how she’d once again been blown off by the eggheads upstairs and distracted by her own fiancé. I will find you, Sylvie, even if I have to climb into a rocket myself!
Chapter 2
Drak’Karren Rasveen, Minister of Defense to the planet Zanthar, trailed behind his target at a reasonable distance. Not that she’d notice me if I walked in front of her, waving my arms over my head and shouting “I'm an alien” at the top of my lungs.
It seemed to him that Dr. Sylvia Cohen’s sister’s head was permanently in the clouds. Or better yet, her head was tucked between the pages of those glossy gossip holo-magazines she bought in bulk. I bet she’s got one tucked in that designer handbag right now, he thought. Next to a metric ton of lip gloss, eye shadow, and mascara.
Drake shook his head, wondering how he even knew what ‘mascara’ was. It’s her fault.
Following around a shallow, fashion-obsessed human had taught him all sorts of things. That high heels with red bottoms were the height of class. That a female’s hair should look different on a daily basis. That the handbag she was currently carrying cost enough to feed a family of four for several months on this backward planet.
But one lesson, in particular, had been harder than all the others to learn. I am not immune to human females’ charms. Or at least one particular female.
Drake scowled as he followed her onto the train platform, maintaining a healthy distance from Jamie Cohen. Although he’d been exposed to images of humans since childhood, along with a multitude of other alien species, he’d never seen them with anything other than intellectual curiosity.
He’d spent the last several months working in close contact with Dr. Sylvia Cohen, Captain Jennifer Brooklyn, and female members of her crew. Not once had he ever experienced any form of attraction to them. When he’d landed on Earth, his alien form disguised, he’d been surrounded by humans of both sexes. None of them had ever made him react.
Until Jamie.
Drake couldn’t figure out why she got under his skin like she did. Maybe it was the way she moved. Like she walks on water.
She boarded the train and Drake followed, entering the other door in the same car. The train was crowded, and he was forced to stand, but he watched as two businessmen immediately gave up their seats for Jamie. She flashed a smile at them both, sat, pulled out her phone and promptly began ignoring them.
Drake grit his teeth. Anytime he’d gotten close to the beautiful Jamie Cohen; she’d treated him the same. A brief acknowledgment, if any, then nothing.
He’d been following her around for a week now, getting to know her habits. She’d been a person of last resort on their list, the least likely person to aid him in infiltrating NASA headquarters. And yet, as every other avenue had led to a dead end, she was now his best hope of accomplishing his mission.
Why did she have to be so goddamn sexy?
The way she laughed. The way her eyes seemed to have their own shine. The way her lips curled up into a slow smile. Her body, similar to her sister’s but with curves all her own. And those fiery red curls, seemingly designed to make him crazy.
He’d had weeks’ worth of uncomfortable erections, but at least he was making headway. Now if he could find a way to use her to gain access into NASA’s secured areas without alerting the enemy.
His body swayed as the train headed away from the platform. Drake considered the circumstances that had led him to be here, n
ow, obsessed with a human female who could never know his true identity.
When Jamie’s sister, Dr. Sylvia Cohen, had crashed through the planetary defense shield on his home world, he should have led the charge to discover how the little Earth craft had accomplished what had seemed to be a technological miracle. Instead, he’d been a prisoner of his people’s ancient enemy, a shape-shifting race known as the Hareema. He’d been replaced by a Hareema double who had almost succeeded in toppling Zanthar’s government.
Once he’d been freed from his cage by Lieutenant Ontarii and his plucky human companion, Captain Brooklyn, Drake had immediately began putting the pieces of the Hareema plot together. All evidence led to Earth being infiltrated by their shape-shifting enemy.
He’d spent months looking at the issue from every angle. And once Kat’Chinna Yarr had returned from her recon mission with the human lieutenant from Captain Brooklyn’s crew with Brook’s ship in tow, his scientists had found the key to infiltrating Earth without being discovered.
They had turned their enemy’s biology to their own advantage. As he stood here, on the Earthling train speeding towards Jamie’s stop, he was cloaked entirely by a thin membrane of Hareema carcass. They’d been able to calibrate it so that he appeared to be a nondescript human male. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Average looks. Someone who could blend in with a crowd.
His height and build, however, had proved exceedingly difficult to mask with the skin-suit. In his bare feet, he was almost seven feet tall and was much more muscular than the average human. Somehow, Zantharian scientists had figured out a way to configure the Hareema suit to make him appear much smaller than he was, much closer to the average human height of around six feet.
Suddenly, Drake’s senses were on high alert. One of the businessmen who had opted to stand so that Jamie and her overlarge handbag had a place to rest was bending to tap Jamie on her shoulder.
He was too far away to hear what they were saying, but he didn’t miss the little moue of annoyance on Jamie’s face. She shook her head, but that didn’t stop the man from resting his hand on her shoulder.
Drake started moving forward, trying to get closer. The numerous passengers in the train car made that no easy feat. Short of shoving his way through the crowd and drawing unwanted attention to himself, he was stuck inching his way past other commuters.
Jamie brushed the man’s hand off, then stood, swinging her handbag onto her shoulder in a motion that screamed agitation.
Drake’s senses went on high alert. If he hadn’t been disguised, the train passengers would have been treated to the sight of a huge yellow-skinned alien intent on violence. Instead, as a nondescript average human male, he was at best ignored and at worst given dirty looks as he pushed his way through the press of bodies.