Unconvinced of her fiancé’s demise, Molly combs the
galaxy to search for him. As her supplies run low, she is forced to turn around
and set a course for Earth, alone. But, a Moloxian Starcruiser halts her retreat,
and the single passenger transports onto her ship without permission. Taser in
hand to defend herself, she is startled as the form remolds into her fiancé.
Has Diego found her or is her tired mind playing tricks?
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Excerpt:
“Incoming
message,” the computer chimed. “Source located one nautical mile away,
starboard.”
She brushed her
hands across the console and brought the video feed from the ship’s right hand
side onscreen. The image quivered, and she groaned when it finally became
clear. A Moloxian starcruiser.
Shit!
I just want to go home. During her search, the
crews of the few Moloxian scavenger ships she’d come across had been willing to
let her pass if she traded with them. But she had nothing left, only enough
food and fuel to reach Earth, and even then she’d be hungry during the last leg
of her journey.
“Play.” She
decided to listen to their demands, give them what they wanted, and move on.
She had no other choice. Starvation was a better alternative than providing the
sexual services they’d always hinted at. The Moloxians, though humanoid, had
scale-covered bodies. So incompatible with her own. She wouldn’t survive
unscathed and didn’t sleep around anyway.
“Prepare to be
boarded.” The deep computerized voice shook her. No slur, and therefore not
Moloxian. Who the hell was he?
She didn’t have
time to contemplate. Her blood boiling, she gripped the arms of her chair. The
creature, whatever species he happened to be, planned to come onto her ship.
No one boarded without her permission, which she would not grant. At the sound
of her transporter, like the pitter-patter of rain on Earth, she leaped from
her seat and spun around. She grasped her bolt stunner and pointed it at the figure
materializing into solid form before her eyes.
With a huge
outline, the male boarding her ship would only bring her trouble. If his
strength matched his size, she had one option: to kill him. She took in his
bare, broad chest, sculpted abs, and muscled arms. His tanned skin shone with
brilliance, as if the sun rested behind him. She gazed up at his dark hair and
warm brown eyes. He studied her with an intense stare while his soft lips
curved into a smile.
She
gasped. “Diego?”
About the Author:
Jessica
Subject started writing to encourage her daughter to read. Now she writes to
keep herself grounded. Although she reads many genres, she enjoys writing
Science Fiction Romance the most and believes everyone in the universe deserves
a happily ever after. She lives Southwestern Ontario, Canada with her husband
and two kids and loves to hear from her readers.
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