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Excerpt from Clans of Europa: Tina Pre-Order Now Available

 

The one time you don't want to see Nobek Lidon...

He was so deep in his thoughts, that he failed to notice the foot traffic as he neared the bridge. He walked into another man.

“Oops, sorry.” Then he noticed who he’d bumped into. “Oh. Zevs.”

“Someone’s not with us in the real world,” his former rival snorted. “Are you thinking, Tukui? Must hurt, engaging your brain for a change.”

“You wouldn’t know a lot about it,” Tukui shot back, trying to step around him.

Zevs moved to block him, his ugly smirk filling Tukui’s gaze. “Are things going poorly? New Matara not working out…or are you not working out for her?”

“Typical jealous Zevs. Get out of my way.”

Maybe something showed on Tukui’s expression, because Zevs sneered. “I’ve often wondered whether Yorso doesn’t regret his choice. Congratulations. Now you’re a disappointment to two clanmates.”

The urge to pound the scorn off Zevs’ mug walloped Tukui, and he obeyed the impulse without a second thought. He swung. The flash of pain that resonated in his fist as it scored satisfying contact with Zevs’ jaw made him absurdly happy.

They bounced from one side of the corridor to the other, trading blows as a crowd gathered. For every punch Zevs landed, Tukui got in two. It was sheer joy to bleed out the worries of the past day—not to mention give his opponent the thrashing he deserved.

Someone yanked them apart, violently enough to fling them both to the floor. Tukui’s heart stuttered when he discovered Weapons Commander Lidon staring down at him.

It took Zevs longer to figure out what was going on. He jumped to his feet with a curse, to be promptly knocked on his ass again by the glaring Nobek. The look on his face when he realized who’d broken up the fight was almost worth the trouble Tukui was in.

Almost.

“Navigator Tukui. Technician Zevs. Thank you for leaving me plenty of skin to flay. My office. Now.”

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Read It Now: Tina, Chapter 1

 

Unwanted. Rejected.

Again.

Tina lay sobbing on her hard bed, her face smashed in her thin pillow. Mother Superior’s soft voice, delivering the harsh judgment, played in her head over and over.

“It’s obvious your heart’s not in the right place…we need the space for someone more dedicated to the calling…you’ll do better elsewhere…”

Sending Tina out into the cold. Proving once more that she’d never be good enough for anyone to keep. The only consolation was that Mother Superior had visited her room after bedtime to deliver the news. Tina had been spared facing the curious stares of her fellow aspirants. There’d been no witnesses to the humiliating dismissal.

“What did I do wrong? I’ll fix it, whatever you want, I’ll do better.”

“It’s not a matter of doing, child. It’s a matter of unwavering devotion, of an ardor of the soul. You’re a good person, a kind and gentle young woman, but it’s not enough.”

She was never enough. That’s what it always boiled down to. Valentina Novak always came up short.

Nobody wants me. They always get rid of me. Where will I go?

She’d have to return to her father’s home. She hadn’t been adequate there either. Why would he take her in when he’d sent her away?

Tina was nineteen. She had only a basic education, but she wasn’t without skills. She could cook and clean and sew. Maybe she’d be able to land a position as a domestic, but what if she couldn’t? Such positions were few and far between. References from a nun on an off-world convent wouldn’t take her far.

Her father would have to let her come home.

What if he didn’t?

The sobs continued, muffled by her pillow, but loud in her head. She was swamped with grief, hurt, and a terrible loneliness that threatened to consume her.

Why doesn’t anyone want me?

Deep in grief, Tina didn’t hear the bedlam going on outside her cell until the screams were loud enough to seep between her harsh wails. Even then, it took her several seconds to recognize something was wrong.

When she did, she lifted from her pillow. Her moans drifted quiet as she realized running feet were beating past her door. Shrieks echoed, mostly wordless, but a few voices rose in desperate supplication.

“Stop!”

“God, save me!”

“Don’t! Please, don’t!”

Tina’s despair gave way to abrupt fear. Her heart sped up, and she stood, shoving her hair off her damp cheeks. What was going on in the dormitory’s hall? What was happening to her fellow aspirants? They sounded as if they were under attack.

Nothing ever happened on Europa. The convent was the only habitation on Jupiter’s lonely moon. It made no sense danger should exist in such a place.

Yet the screams went on.

Tina stared at her door. It was locked, so no one could come in. She’d be wise to stay put, to avoid whatever was happening out there. But shouldn’t she see if she could offer assistance? Failing to rush to the others’ aid would be wrong, no matter how terrified she was.

It’s obvious your heart’s not in the right place…

Trembling, Tina stepped close to the door. Girls and women were still screaming beyond it. Pleading voices, some growing distant. They were running away from whatever trouble had arrived.

Tina leaned so her ear was against the door. Moans. Voices high with supplication before abruptly quieting.

Another scream, nearby. Tina jerked, took a step back. Choked sobs sounded beyond the locked barrier, but they soon quieted. Tina touched her door with trembling fingers. Someone needed her help. But what if danger lurked close by? What if it came after her?

I’ll open the door. Take a quick peek. If I see something wrong, I’ll order it closed and locked again. I’ll be ready to be quick.

She drew a deep breath. Her pulse was loud in her ears. For an instant, her resolve faltered. She should stay put. Stay safe.

It’s obvious your heart’s not in the right place…

“Door, open.”

It beeped obediently. It slid open, letting in the light of the corridor, but less than it should have.

A dark silhouette blocked much of the illumination. A huge, brown-skinned man, all muscle, loomed in Tina’s doorway, gripping a frequency disruptor in his hand. He’d apparently been in the act of forcing the lock on her door. His long black hair framed a handsome, but feral face. Purple eyes, their pupils slit like a cat’s, gazed down at her.

A Kalquorian.

Tina gaped at him, her mind frozen. For an endless second, they stared at each other, members of two species who’d been at war for the past year.

A white-gowned girl ran down the corridor behind the Kalquorian, screaming for help. Tina’s paralysis broke.

“Door, close and—”

The monster moved at the same instant, grabbing her arm and pulling her close. Tina’s slight frame was abruptly against a hard, unyielding body, held in place by his arm curling around her, holding her still as he pressed something against her neck.

He was warm, his gaze holding hers, his expression momentarily contrite. For a bizarre instant, Tina thought he intended to comfort her with a hug. Then his face smoothed into detachment, an unfeeling mask.

She screamed, a long and trailing cry.

“I’m sorry, Matara.” His voice rumbled through her bones.

The pressure against her neck increased. Tina managed one more shriek before darkness closed in.

 

The beautiful alien lapsed into unconsciousness, her terror quieted. Nobek Osopa’s shoulders sagged in relief.

Yet guilt, a long-accustomed sensation, nibbled at his guts. Along with shame. In the aftermath of the invasion, there was a lot of both. The sweet taste of victory, the warrior’s greatest delight, was nowhere to be found.

Only bitterness.

As he stared at the young Earther female he held, her alabaster face rendered paler in contrast to the copper waves framing it, he couldn’t count the attack on Europa as a victory. Hardened warriors overcoming a couple hundred women and girls was no triumph, no matter how much the Kalquorian Empire needed them.

He carried her out of her small room and glanced up and down the stark corridor. The females were all sedated now, thank the ancestors. Lying in rows along the walls, they’d have an hour or two of serenity. How terrible it must have been to be wakened in the deepest hours of night by those their world had declared war on. He couldn’t imagine the horror.

He set the young woman down so she lay next to the wall, his arms feeling strangely empty without her slight weight. Osopa peered toward the end of the narrow, featureless corridor of what had evidently served as a barracks for the colony of females. His superiors stood there, conversing amongst themselves. Captain Tranis and Weapons Commander Lidon, along with their clanmate Dr. Degorsk, were flushed with triumph. He wondered if they’d be so pleased if they’d had to subdue crying girls pleading for mercy.

It’s my fault for hurrying over as soon as we’d caught General Hamilton. When Commander Lidon said to check on how the second attack group was faring, I didn’t think twice. I was in such a rush to look at the females. So many…

“Subcommander, I have counts for you from the other wing.” Nobek Wadas interrupted his thoughts.

Osopa blinked, realizing he’d somehow moved his gaze from the captain and weapons commander to the woman with the copper hair. How long had he been looking at her, musing over the fascinating dots of darker color that scattered across her nose and cheeks? He directed his attention to the security officers gathering around him with their reports.

He noted everything down. One hundred seventy-seven females. Several in the other wing were elderly, beyond childbearing age. Quite a few were underage in the hallway in which he stood. There were still a sizable number in their prime, however. Lifebringers. Real lifebringers, unlike the females of his own kind. Earthers weren’t victims of the rampant infertility destroying Kalquor.

His gaze had drifted to the redhead again. He impatiently focused on his work, assigning the security team to take the prisoners to areas where they could be safely held: rooms identified as the chapel, the infirmary, and the dining hall. He also assigned guard duty, giving himself a shift in the dining room.

It would be bedlam when the captives awoke and found themselves prisoners of war. On the moon of Europa, near Earth, they must have thought themselves safe from Kalquor.

I didn’t sign up for terrorizing women and children. He’d take guard duty anyway and face their fear and hatred. Weapons Subcommander Osopa, second in charge of security on board the spyship captained by Dramok Tranis, was a stalwart fighter. He wouldn’t slink to the ship and hide from the shame of taking females prisoner. After a stellar career that had seen him rise in the ranks earlier than most, he refused to take the easy path.

Nor was he the kind of man to act like a lovelorn fool. Why was he staring at that woman again? He was mesmerized by the fiery hair, the milky skin with its scattering of dots, the well-shaped lips that pouted outward, as if she waited for a kiss. The voluminous gown she wore had settled over her, revealing a slight body, its angles somewhat severe in contrast to the curvier prisoners. She might be the type of person who stayed on the move, seldom to lie about in indulgence. Someone like himself.

Enough. He needed to remove himself from her presence. He would go to the other wing and get his thoughts in order. He had a job to do.

Commander Lidon and the captain were moving on to the other wing. Osopa followed his superiors, glancing at the beauty with the hair of fire before she fell out of sight. A strange ache throbbed in his chest.

Captain Tranis spoke to him. “Report.”

Osopa did so, providing the information that there were nearly a hundred and twenty females available for clans. Despite his earlier misgivings, excitement filled him.

One hundred twenty to add to the nearly two thousand Earther Mataras already on Kalquor. It wasn’t a lot to save a species, but it was a start.

They entered the other wing. Women lined up alongside each wall, two rows of them. So many in a single space. It boggled the mind.

And wrenched at the heart. When they discovered their fate, that they would be taken from the lives they’d known—

They’ll be treated well. Doted on by the three men in their future clans, wanting for nothing for the rest of their lives. Clans were centered around their life-bearing Mataras. What brought fear now would offer joy later. They’d be fine.

Keep telling yourself that. Especially when you try to sleep later.

“Let the seven male-completed clans of our ship choose their Mataras in order of seniority.”

Osopa started at Captain Tranis’s statement to his clanmates. Fortunately, Commander Lidon and Dr. Degorsk were too intent on their clan leader to notice.

My clan gets a Matara? A lifebringer to love? Osopa’s thoughts immediately went to the pale redhead.

Commander Lidon wasn’t a man to exude delight, but his satisfaction was palpable. “They’ll be pleased with that, Captain. What are your orders as far as the rest are concerned?”

Tranis turned to Degorsk. “You’re the lead on that, Doctor.”

“The protocols from the empire’s psychiatric board recommends positive sexual immersion to fight the effects of lifelong repression. Apparently, most Earther women regard themselves as evil, unworthy of passionate regard.”

“Really?” Osopa was too shocked to remain quiet. Lifebringers who couldn’t recognize their value? How was that possible?

“Really. They’ve been taught to loathe their own bodies. When appropriate enemy females are captured, we’re to awaken their sexual cravings and prove how desirable we find them. They’ll return our regard and admiration, or so I’ve been told.”

“That shouldn’t be too difficult,” Osopa muttered. “They’re beautiful.” Again, his thoughts flashed to the redhead.

My clan could select her.

Pick a mate based on her appearance? Hardly a basis for a lifelong commitment. Especially since he’d met spoiled, gorgeous women on Kalquor. Females were in short supply, but the stunning ones were often courted by the vid-show industry. His Dramok father had been a vid star and had dealt with his share of self-absorbed divas. It was no wonder Osopa’s mother had come from the fine art community. She’d been lovely before the shuttle accident had left her scarred, but she’d been modest and undemanding.

Beauties who’d been fawned over until they believed they deserved whatever they desired were usually more trouble than they were worth. Osopa needed to forget the redhead. Someone else. Someone less than breathtaking.

Perhaps the first female he’d seen, the girl who’d raised the alarm that an invasion was in progress. Pretty enough, but a far curvier, indolent-appearing young woman, dressed from top to toe in white. A woman of ice, instead of the slender woman of fire.

She’d been nowhere to be seen in the other corridor. He searched the unconscious faces surrounding him.

Commander Lidon walked with him as his clanmates drifted away, also inspecting the females lying in the hall. “Did you suspect when you woke this morning that we’d be choosing mates?”

“No, Commander. Who could have imagined such an event?”

Captain Tranis called to him. “Where’s the girl we saw outside?”

“We haven’t found her.” Osopa flushed to have considered the ice woman, whom his superior was apparently intent on. “I looked for her myself.”

Lidon smirked before moving off to join his clanmates.  “My apologies, Osopa, but your clan will have to choose someone else. It seems my Dramok and Imdiko have made their selection.”

Osopa tried to deny the image of the fire woman drifting through his mind. It didn’t have to be her when there were over a hundred Mataras to select from. There were only seven clans serving on the spyship, so there was an embarrassment of options.

We’re third in rank, thanks to me being weapons subcommander. The captain’s clan has chosen. We’ll have to wait for Clan Simdow to make their selection.

Two members of Clan Simdow had assisted with the invasion. Had they noticed the redhead?

He’d sent Nobek Miv and his Imdiko Vadef to transfer Mataras to the various assigned areas. Dramok Simdow, the first officer, was on board the spyship. He wouldn’t be able to come down to the moon as long as Captain Tranis was on site. It might be a while before Osopa and his clanmates could make their choice.

Their choice of a female mate.

Realization hit him like a physical blow. A lifebringer for his clan. For him, Subcommander Osopa, at the mere age of twenty-nine, a warrior just beginning to rise in rank. His clanmates had even less status. There were clans on Kalquor with great prestige and money who had yet to claim a Matara. And here he was, with the opportunity most only dreamed of.

Osopa discovered he was moving, returning to the corridor where his fire woman slept. Reaching the other wing, drawing close to discover she was even more beautiful than he’d initially thought.

Could her personality match her physical perfection? Did he dare to hope?

He stood over her, drinking in her sweet features. Those dark lashes against white skin. Slender oval of a face. Long red hair, spread beneath like a fan. Pretty, pouting lips.

Doubt crept in again. Not about the person she might be, but the people he and his clanmates were.

We’re so young. We don’t dare refuse such a miraculous opportunity, but shouldn’t we?

Osopa’s clan leader Tukui was a Dramok with potential. Smart, capable, charming to a fault—the spyship’s navigator was destined to be the leader Osopa would be proud of. The Nobek had no doubt of that whatsoever. Unfortunately, that was yet to occur. In the present, Tukui’s impulsive actions sometimes bordered on childishness. He had a lot of growing up to do.

Their third, Imdiko Yorso, still hadn’t given up the ego gratification of being flirted with by former rivals. Particularly when it came to that sniveling jerk, Dramok Zevs. Zevs couldn’t be bothered that Yorso had been clanned for over a year now. Osopa wasn’t worried his Imdiko would do anything untoward, but it rankled that he enjoyed all that attention from others.

Yorso was as handsome as the fire woman was beautiful, a magnet for attention. Plenty of their crewmates were already jealous of Tukui and Osopa for managing to clan him. How much worse would it be if they added a Matara? Especially someone as stunning as this.

Osopa wasn’t without his faults either. There were those who’d accused him of running from duty to family. Of being untouched by the emotions of others.

Cold. Unfeeling. His sister’s voice dripped derision in his memories.

Osopa gazed into that slumbering face. No, his clan couldn’t claim her. They had no business claiming any lifebringer. None at all.

* * * *

Dramok Tukui kept his head down at his computer station, trying to look busier than he was. With the spyship locked in orbit, there wasn’t a lot for the navigator to do, however. All the action was on the small moon of Europa.

Even so, he performed an instrument calibration he wasn’t required to run and checked his unchanging readings. With Captain Tranis on the main holo-vid, his bearded face taking up the middle third of the circular bow of the bridge, Tukui didn’t want to attract attention for the wrong reasons. He’d done more than his share of that in his short career on the spyship.

He listened to the conversation between the captain and First Officer Simdow, a Dramok barely older than Tukui. Ever since hearing there were fertile women on the moon, every man on the spyship was eager for information. Like everyone else stuck on the vessel, Tukui wished he had been among those who’d gone to the colony to hunt for General Hamilton. And maybe encounter females.

Lucky Osopa. My Nobek had better be ready with details when he gets back. If Tukui’s taciturn clanmate dared to show up with no more than generalizations, he’d—

Tukui’s head snapped up, cutting his train of thought clean off. Had Captain Tranis just said the three-man clans on board would get their choice of Matara?

The holo-vid was set up so that those on either end could look each other in the eye. The captain’s gaze flickered to Tukui, and he visibly winced before saying, “Of course, if a clan doesn’t feel they can shoulder the responsibility—the heavy responsibility of caring for a Matara—they need not claim one.”

Tukui’s mind raced along with his heart, disregarding the obvious suggestion that Captain Tranis spoke for his benefit. A Matara? For his young, low-ranked clan?

It took all his self-control to keep a delighted grin from spreading wide. He somehow managed to maintain a composed expression. Of course he could handle caring for a Matara. Even he, as impetuous as he tended to be, was capable of doting and loving and telling a woman how wonderful she was. His fathers had made it seem easy.

Don’t be dumb. Women are just as complicated as men. Compliments and presents aren’t the whole of making them happy. Such trivialities weren’t enough for Osopa or Yorso. Especially not Yorso.

True. But Tukui had won them as clanmates despite a few significant bumps in their relationships. Among the many Dramoks they could have joined, they’d chosen him. It proved that though he was impetuous to the point of occasional recklessness, he was a decent guy for the most part. And improving all the time. Even Captain Tranis had commented on his progress at his last review.

Besides, depending on how the war shook out in the next few weeks, this might be his one and only chance to add a lifebringer to his clan. How could he refuse it?

“Simdow, when you pass the news to the crew, tell prospective clans to consider this opportunity with the greatest gravity. To consider all the changes having a lifebringer will make to every facet of their existence.” Tranis’s gaze again flicked to Tukui as the first officer acknowledged the command.

Tukui was relieved when they signed off. The view of Europa, flanked by floating readouts on either side, took the place of the captain’s face. The Earther transport they’d followed and captured orbited alongside them.

Spoils of war: a well-armed ship, an enemy general and his secrets, and female clanmates. It was no wonder he felt giddy.

Simdow turned from his helm podium to face him. The first officer’s eyes sparkled. “You got all that, Navigator?”

Tukui could finally let a smile stretch his lips. “You’ll get second pick of Mataras, after the captain’s clan.”

“Thanks to Osopa’s rank, you’ll choose third.” Simdow was grinning too. He shook his head in wonderment. “What a mission.”

“It’s a great day to be us.”

“No kidding.” Still wearing a dazed but happy expression, Simdow turned back to his console.

Tukui wondered if Osopa had already located likely candidates for his clan’s Matara. What he wouldn’t do to be there at the colony himself at that moment!

It was against protocol, but Tukui couldn’t help himself. Making sure no one was looking in his direction, he slid his personal com from its pouch on his belt. Tapping quickly, he sent a message to Osopa.

I realize you have a lot going on, but text-com as soon as possible, my Nobek.

* * * *

A year after giving up numerous suitors at his beck and call, Imdiko Yorso remained assured he wouldn’t have traded Tukui and Osopa for any other Dramok or Nobek. Yet he struggled with certain aspects of clanned life. Such as having to wait for others, even if those others were his adored clanmates. It was difficult to be patient, particularly on such a momentous day. 

Osopa couldn’t help being absent. He was on Europa, a small moon with a tiny colony. It would have been overlooked by the spyship, except the enemy general it was following had made a surprise stop there. If not for that, the shocking treasure on Europa would have gone undiscovered.

Mataras. Over a hundred of appropriate age. Yorso shivered, enthralled with the news. More excited by the rumors that had followed.

Where the hell was Tukui? His regular shift was over. Had he been called to stay at his station? If so, why hadn’t he informed Yorso?

Yorso perched on the sleeping mat that took up almost all but tight walking space between the walls of the clan’s quarters. He stared at Tukui’s paintings that hung on the gray wall before him, drumming his fingers on his knee. Impatience gnawed at him.

I should be on the moon. Surely a cultural liaison’s place in such a situation would be in the presence of that many Earthers?

Captain Tranis hadn’t agreed. “Stay near your computer library so you can quickly answer questions from myself and Dr. Degorsk. No need for you to come to the colony at this time.” They’d kept him busy, fielding nonstop questions about Earther beliefs and norms.

Norms? Yorso snorted at the idea when it came to Earth. The planet was a hodgepodge of traditions and languages and customs. The planet’s totalitarian government, as repressive as it was, hadn’t managed to mold its diverse people into a homogenous whole. That’s what made them fun to study.

All Yorso had learned of humans had been done from afar. That had been enough to set his teeth on edge while Tranis and Degorsk flooded his com with questions. He was a mere shuttle ride from studying the species up close, and he hadn’t been allowed to do so.

Now he was stuck waiting for Tukui to show up from his shift, to confirm or refute the rumor that three-man clans were being allowed to pick Mataras from the captives. The gossip had been rampant as he’d made his way from his small office to his quarters, and crewmembers had stopped him every few steps to ask for the truth. His assertion he’d heard no such information had been met with disappointment, smug smiles, and outright disbelief.

Even Dramok Zevs, who never failed to turn on the charm when he saw Yorso, had burst out with, “I thought you knew you could trust me with such information. Clanning has certainly changed you, Yorso,” before stalking off.

Captain Tranis had hinted at no such thing. No surprise there. That information would have been given to Yorso’s clan leader, Tukui. Osopa also might be unaware if the rumors were true. Yorso was forced to wait and stew.

Fortunately, Tukui was no more than ten minutes later than usual. His handsome features, exuberant by nature, were avid with excitement. His wide-spaced eyes, purple like all Kalquorians, were shining as he walked into their quarters. While his smile came easily, he didn’t usually show his teeth the way he did at that moment.

Yorso jumped to his feet. “Is it true we’re getting a Matara?”

“Yes!” Tukui grabbed him by the shoulders and would have no doubt swung him around if there’d been room to do so.

The next few moments were filled with shouting and hugging in celebration. They could have been small children given a pet kestarsh. Osopa wouldn’t have given into such nonsense, but Osopa wasn’t there.

Why shouldn’t there be excitement at such incredible fortune? Even if it did make them appear childish?

They calmed enough for Tukui to pull out his personal com. “Our Nobek has been stingy with information. He barely dropped me two lines today, and only to say he had to concentrate on his job.”

“Considering his position and the fact he works directly with that hardass Commander Lidon, you can’t blame him.”

“I know, I know. It’s frustrating is all.”

“Patience, my dear Dramok,” Yorso reminded him, as if he hadn’t been on edge only minutes ago.

“He should be off guard duty pretty soon. Com, contact Osopa.”

“Osopa here.”

“How long until you’re available?” Tukui wasn’t yelling, but it was close.

“Hello to you too, my Dramok. My relief is here. I’m in the middle of updating everyone on how to handle things in my absence.” Osopa might have been discussing weather conditions, he was so controlled. Typical Osopa, to shield his feelings at such a momentous occasion.

“We’re coming down to the moon to have a look at potential lucky ladies.”

If Osopa had been composed before, he was downright cold now. “Tukui, that’s not the appropriate attitude. The women aren’t happy to see us. We’re invaders, after all.”

Tukui’s smile dimmed only a hair. “Well, no, of course they’re upset. We’ll be sensitive.”

Yorso crowded him to add, “Obviously. Stop being gloomy, my Nobek.”

His tone forbidding, Osopa said, “If you’d spent the last hours dealing with weeping females and screaming children, you wouldn’t be in the best mood either.”

The vision of such cooled Yorso’s high spirits in an instant. Concern replaced elation. “Oh. But now that they know we won’t hurt them, they’re doing better, right?”

“They’re terrified. All the pretty words in the universe aren’t going to change that.”

Yorso gripped Tukui’s arm. “Maybe we should wait to meet them until they understand Kalquorians aren’t so bad?”

Tukui had deflated as well. However, his optimism had always been a stubborn characteristic, and it hadn’t fled despite Osopa’s warning. “They’re surrounded by Nobeks, my Imdiko. Our warriors aren’t the most comforting presence a scared female could ask for. No offense, Osopa.”

“None taken,” the clan protector sighed. “We’re at a loss as to how to soothe their fear of us. That’s without a doubt the realm of Imdikos. Especially given what they expect we’ll do to them.”

Yorso considered his research as his disquiet grew. “They’ve been told some pretty awful things about Kalquorians. Maybe an Earther Matara isn’t such a good fit for us.”

“If not an Earther, then who?” Tukui asked. “Do you think the handful of our own women who are left would look twice at us? By the time we’ve achieved sufficient rank, they’ll all be clanned anyway.”

He had a point. “Who knows how many Earthers will opt for clanning with us once the war is over? The Royal Council has already agreed there’ll be no more forced unions, even if we win.”

Though they had been his words, Yorso’s gut clenched as forced unions bounced around his brain. He didn’t like the connotation at all. But many of the Earthers on Kalquor had come willingly. Surely some of those on Europa would see the worth of three men who would conform to a Matara’s every need?

“It’s not the best situation, but we can’t turn down this chance for a female clanmate. It may be the only opportunity we get.” The way Tukui doggedly argued for it made Yorso think he was trying to convince himself as much as them.

Osopa’s tone had a note of defeat. “I can’t dispute that.”

“That settles it. If we find a promising candidate, we can show her what a fantastic future she’s in for.”

Tukui was recovering his confidence, which fed Yorso’s. They were a good clan despite their youth and lack of rank. They had plenty to offer a potential lifemate, their future bright.

Once a person got behind Osopa’s stoic exterior, it was easy to realize he was a caring man as well as an excellent protector. He couldn’t help but be a success; his rise within the fleet ranks was on par with that of Captain Tranis. Tukui could be brash, but he was also a fun, easygoing clan leader. As for Yorso himself, he was the quintessential Imdiko—willing to fawn over a woman to her heart’s content.

“Just be aware, it’ll take work to win any of these Mataras.” Osopa continued to caution them. It gave Yorso another momentary pang of indecision.

“Did any in particular catch your fancy, my Nobek?”

Osopa hesitated, an uncommon occurrence for the no-nonsense warrior. Just as Yorso was about to ask if they’d lost the connection, Osopa spoke. “There’s one. She’s—let me send you the file I requested from Imdiko Vadef.”

A holo vid popped up in the air over Tukui’s com. Yorso gaped at the still photo of a stunning redhead with hazel eyes. The picture was part of a formal record, but Yorso couldn’t read the particulars despite his excellent grasp of English. He was too mesmerized by the fresh-faced beauty with the spatter of spots over her nose and cheeks.

Freckles. They call those freckles.

“Beautiful,” he murmured.

His voice choked, Tukui stumbled over the name at the top of the record. “Val-een-tie-na No-vak?”

“More likely pronounced ‘Valentina Novak’.” Yorso couldn’t do more than whisper. He could be the clanmate to this goddess?

“I overheard someone call her Tina.” The gruff quality to Osopa’s already deep voice was a subtle but definite sign of her effect on him. “The picture does her no justice. She’s far more gorgeous.”

“Is that possible?”

Osopa’s chuckle was cut short. He hated to display emotion when on duty. Too unprofessional, both for his breed and his rank. “Examine the rest of the file on your way down. I’ve included other profiles for you to view as well, so it doesn’t have to be her. The captain’s and first officer’s clans have chosen their Mataras, so we have our pick.”

Tukui drew a ragged breath as he paged through the file, scanning the information. “We’ll check, but this Tina—she’s spectacular. There’s quite a long list of commendations for her caring and helpful behavior since coming to the moon too. I can’t imagine we’ll find a better candidate for our clan.”

“Catch the next shuttle. I’m impatient to get away from all these upset faces staring at me.”

“We’re on our way.” Tukui clicked the com off and started for the door. Typical Tukui, ready to run to the next project without a second thought.

“Tukui?”

The Dramok halted and turned. He blinked in surprise that Yorso hadn’t followed. “Yes?”

“Earther culture…well, I doubt the women are upset just because we invaded. They’ve been told we want to make them sex slaves. They’re expecting the worst.” Forced unions. Yorso’s stomach churned.

For a moment, the Dramok’s brows drew together, and he wavered with indecision. Worry pinched his handsome features.

It cleared. “She’ll figure out quickly that we’d never harm a Matara, my Imdiko. The sooner we show Tina—if she’s who we decide on—that she’s the center of the clan, she’ll adore us. Especially you, with your ridiculously pretty self. I’m still having to warn Zevs off, the stubborn jerk.”

He’s not thinking this through. He’s being impetuous again. On the heels of that came the reminder that this could be their only chance to have a lifebringer.

And Tina was beautiful. How could they say no?

“We’re a good clan. We can make a Matara happy.” Yorso spoke again, this time with conviction. “We will make her happy.”

Tukui grinned and slung his arm around Yorso’s shoulders. “Yes, we will.”

They hurried to the shuttle bay. 

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Fun Friday - Clans of Europa: Tina told in GIFs

 Tina: A love story told in GIFs:

The hotties show up.

Aspirant Tina is unsure.

 Clan Tukui makes their case...

...and adds a little incentive.

Tina reconsiders.

A bunch of stuff happens.

Then utter calamity.

Time for a hero (or three).

You know how this ends.

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WIP Wednesday - Clans of Europa: Tina

 

Putting their Matara to bed.

Yorso busied himself with turning down the sheets. When that was done, he scooped Tina up and deposited her in the middle of it.

Here it comes. Tina readied herself for his attention.

He covered her instead. “Oh, hold on. You need a tooth cleansing tab before you sleep. Maybe some water?”

He fussed over her, another parent squaring away his child for the night by having her chew a cleansing tablet and making sure she had a few sips of water.

“But you don’t want to—to claim what you took me for?” She was beside herself with confusion.

Tukui knelt on the end of the bed. “Tina, we accepted you as our Matara because there’s no greater honor than a female clanmate to cherish. Sex is—is—”

“Icing on the cake,” Yorso supplied. At Tukui’s questioning gaze, he explained. “It’s an Earth saying. You’re telling her that sex is an added bonus.”

“A big bonus.” The clan leader chuckled, patting his avid crotch.

Tina couldn’t help the note of frustration that crept into her voice. “I want you to like me. I can’t return to Earth, so you have to like me.”

Yorso sat next to her. He kissed the tip of her nose. “We do, my Matara. Please stop worrying.”

As if to underscore the assertion, he snuggled against her, raining gentle kisses on her forehead, cheeks, chin, lips. There was nothing sexual in his attentions.

“Maybe she’ll quit worrying and sleep if she’s relaxed?” Tukui grinned at them. The smile looked forced, a mask over some anxiety.

“An excellent suggestion.” Yorso reached beneath the covers. Tina jerked when he stroked her sex, thrilling at once to the sensation of his fingertips exploring her folds.

“Oh!”

“Be a good girl, my Matara. Let me help you release that tension. Stay where you are; no moving around.”

He held her tight so she couldn’t resist. Or return the exciting touches that made her wet and aching. She squirmed against him. “But—but—”

“No, sweet girl. Accept this gift. I’d hate for Osopa to put you over his knee and spank you for being naughty.”

Would he do such a thing? Tina stopped wriggling, allowing Yorso to continue his clandestine fondling. He grinned, seemingly satisfied despite the fact she was the one being caressed.

“Nice girls get all the rewards.” Tukui crawled up the bed. He folded the covers back just enough to expose her breasts. His hand and mouth warmed her, the delightful sensations joining those Yorso had awakened.

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Fun Friday - Drinks With a Clan

 

Just for fun, I wondered what it would be like to go out for drinks with Clan Tukui. Part of character development includes how protagonists act in everyday situations, when circumstances aren't fraught with the drama that makes up a novel. So let's have a look at what a night out for Tina and the boys might be like.

Tina's pretty sheltered, so she'd be wide-eyed with curiosity her first time in a bar. Her vibe is slowly sipping a glass of wine to start with as she hangs with her guys. She'll be careful at first, but it won't take much for her to get tipsy. Look for her to start dancing and giggling halfway through her glass. By the end, she'll be shamelessly crawling all over her clanmates. Count on them taking her home early.

Imdiko Yorso loves a night out. He's used to being the belle of the ball, so to speak. He'll be leading sing-a-longs and calling for the next round. It's too bad Kalquorians don't dance, because if they did, he'd be the first on the floor.

Dramok Tukui is another fun-loving fellow ready for a good time and happy to advertise it. If he were an Earther, he'd be the guy taking selfies with his friends, showing off just how awesome he is when out and about.

Nobek Osopa, downing bohut at the bar without feeling any effects, would alternate between trading war stories with other Nobeks and watching his clanmates, ready to fly off his stool and pound any man who'd dare get too friendly with them.

Looks like a fun Friday night out to me!

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Aspirant Tina Novak, living on Europa’s convent colony, has no place to call her own. First rejected by her father, now being sent away by Mother Superior, where can a young woman with no prospects go?

The question is delayed by a Kalquorian invasion that takes the aspirants and nuns prisoner. The enemy Kalquorians are teetering on the brink of an extinction disaster, and Earther women are always welcome spoils of war.

Chosen by the young and ambitious clan of Dramok Tukui, Imdiko Yorso, and Nobek Osopa, Tina can’t imagine what her shattered future might bring. When she discovers the gentler side of the fierce Kalquorians, her fear of them becomes fear of losing them.

Can it last? Or will they turn her away in the end, as everyone else has? When the war reaches its unthinkable, violent end, Earther and Kalquorian alike find their lives altered forever. With the lives of Tina’s most vulnerable family members at stake, she and Clan Tukui must set aside what they thought they wanted and embrace what’s possible.

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Print available as soon as Amazon approves it.

Aspirant Tina Novak, living on Europa’s convent colony, has no place to call her own. First rejected by her father, now being sent away by Mother Superior, where can a young woman with no prospects go?

The question is delayed by a Kalquorian invasion that takes the aspirants and nuns prisoner. The enemy Kalquorians are teetering on the brink of an extinction disaster, and Earther women are always welcome spoils of war.

Chosen by the young and ambitious clan of Dramok Tukui, Imdiko Yorso, and Nobek Osopa, Tina can’t imagine what her shattered future might bring. When she discovers the gentler side of the fierce Kalquorians, her fear of them becomes fear of losing them.

Can it last? Or will they turn her away in the end, as everyone else has? When the war reaches its unthinkable, violent end, Earther and Kalquorian alike find their lives altered forever. With the lives of Tina’s most vulnerable family members at stake, she and Clan Tukui must set aside what they thought they wanted and embrace what’s possible.

 

WIP Wednesday - Clans of Europa: Tina (NSFW)

 

That first encounter...

Maybe they didn’t wish to force her to Kalquor. Could it be some authority had ordered them to? She patted their shoulders to make them feel better. She knew all about being told to do things she wasn’t happy with.

“It’s okay. You didn’t mean to scare me. I’ll be fine.”

Tukui winced. “Poor Matara. I’m sorry it’s come to this.”

He cupped her jaw. She sank into the gorgeous purple of his eyes. What a pretty shade they were, with cool, blue undertones. The slitted pupils, so bizarre at first, no longer bothered her.

She was still considering his eyes when he kissed her. Then all thought fled.

She’d never been kissed before that she knew of. Her mother had died giving birth to her, so she’d not known that embrace. Her father, harsh and disapproving, hadn’t kissed her either. She’d been sent to Europa before she’d had the opportunity to date.

She’d had no idea lips against hers could be so astounding. Tukui’s were soft, growing firmer as they moved. Then something warm and wet—he was licking her. Tasting her lips. Startled, she gasped, and his tongue rubbed against its twin.

Fireworks lit within. The odd, tumbling sensation in her stomach intensified, and her sex clenched hard. An impression of melting joined the upheaval.

Tukui’s body was hard against hers, demanding surrender. She softened, going pliant as he devoured her. She operated on an instinct that demanded she acquiesce to his exciting demands. Obeying unfamiliar urges, she tasted him in turn, clutching at his uniform in an effort to meld their bodies together.

A scent rose between them, something that reminded her of cinnamon. Sweetish, with a spicy kick. She had no idea what it could be, and dismissed it under Tukui’s delicious assault.

She whimpered when it ended, but Yorso was there to take up where his clanmate had left off. Once again, she submerged in a maelstrom of heady impressions. Her heart thundered, and she shook all over. Her skin radiated heat. And down where she’d never been touched by anyone else, she ached. A violent craving demanded to be satisfied, but what could it be?

“Beautiful, wonderful woman. We’ll do all in our power to make you happy,” Tukui breathed in her ear.

On the heels of that, something brushed against her breast, right over her nipple. Galvanizing shock that traveled straight to her sex made her cry out in Yorso’s mouth. Someone gripped the mound, his thumb rubbing over the stiff peak, shattering her.

The next few seconds were a confusion of tugging, of air striking her skin, of calloused hands exploring bared skin, of wet mouths licking and sucking what had been covered moments before. The notion she needed more overcame what should have been the terrifying realization she was naked and lying on her bed. It had been pulled from the wall, and the Kalquorians surrounded her, fondling her with growing excitement.

 Releasing in December.

WIP Wednesday - Clans of Europa: Tina

 

Meet your new clanmates:

Maybe if I get them to like me, they’ll keep treating me well. Sugar and spice and everything nice.

It was easy to slip into pleasing mode. The instinct fit like an old, comfortable shoe. “You understand I’m not important to this place, right? I’m only an aspirant. Not even that for much longer.” Rejected despite an eagerness to satisfy those with the power to choose her fate. Making others happy had worked no better on Europa than in Tina's father’s household.

“I think you’re important. A young, beautiful woman, well-liked by those in charge. I’ve seen your records.”

“Why’d you look at those, uh, Emeego?” She stumbled over the part of his name she remembered.

He chuckled. “This floor is hard. I’m sure if I knelt on your rug it would be better, but maybe you won’t mind me sitting on your bed?” He did so and gazed up at her with that disarming friendliness. “Imdikois my breed. Translated into your language, it means caregiver. My name is Yorso.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No problem. As for why I read your convent records, it was necessary for us to learn about those who live here. Sit with me.” He patted the mattress.

She would have preferred to remain standing. Sitting on the bed with a man could get her in trouble.

We don’t have to lie with them to be judged unclean. Mary, angrily speaking in her head again.

“Tina, it’s okay.” The sweet face took on a note of sadness.

Survival was all about keeping those who had control over her life happy. Apparently, these three Kalquorians were the authority to bow to for the moment.

She went to the end of the cot, as far from him as she could, before sinking down on the edge. She glanced at the other two. Big and Scary was still big and scary, his expression as unreadable as before. She had little hope of impressing him. The other Kalquorian remained on his knee, as friendly as before, but watchful.

His smile never faltered, but he somehow managed to appear gloomier. “Am I that frightening?”

“Not as much as him.” She darted a glance at the Kalquorian with the biggest muscles, hoping she hadn’t made a mistake by noting how fearful she found him.

His startled expression was a revelation. As was the flush of embarrassment. The handsome brute possessed feelings after all.

The others chuckled, though Yorso narrowed his eyes at their companion. “Osopa’s not as bad as you think. He’s ticklish behind the knees.”

The big man’s mouth opened and shut. He scowled at Yorso, for an instant turning ferocious. The next moment, a reluctant smile flitted, turning him only slightly scary and remarkably attractive. The kneeling alien laughed outright at him.

Releasing in December.

WIP Wednesday - Clans of Europa: Tina

 

Our leading lady has a question.

Abruptly, she was set on her feet and released. She staggered a step forward, and a hand steadied her when her legs threatened to give out. She stared to see where they’d brought her.

It was a sleeping cell. Her sleeping cell. The colorful rag rug on the floor, the soaps and candles on the shelves—all things she’d made from leftover bits and pieces others saw as trash. Her private space, with its bed, hard mattress, her white aspirant dress and veil hung on the wall pegs. The place she’d called home for the last five years. The place she was to be unceremoniously evicted from within a week.

She whirled to confront her attackers. In the tiny cell, they appeared larger than ever, huge Goliaths whose heads nearly brushed the ceiling. She emitted a shriek and backed as far from them as possible—an entire foot.

One still held her arm, the Kalquorian who’d entered the dining hall in a merry mood. He knelt before her, his rich voice soothing. “Tina, please let us talk to you. We mean you no harm.”

Despite the gentle expression he wore—such a handsome man, and no horns as she’d seen on the propaganda vids—Tina’s panicked thoughts grew more chaotic. Should she talk to them? Would it be treason since she had no government secrets to confess? What would Sister Katherine do? More importantly, what would Sister Bernadette do?

She had no compass to guide her. Not when she was alone in her sleeping cell with three men.

“We’re tainted in the eyes of the Church and the Holy Father whether we’re violated or not.” Mary’s bitter, wretched voice spoke in her thoughts. “We’re as good as executed for lewdness.”

Was that what was about to happen? Was she about to become a sex slave, as the Holy Father had insisted?

“Matara—Tina—please. Speak to me.” He beseeched, as if only her acknowledgment could offer him comfort. A scene straight out of a movie, the misunderstood hero trying to make the leading lady see he was good beneath the bad-guy façade. All that was missing was the background soundtrack.

This isn’t a movie, stupid. There’s no script here, no happy ending. Wake up!

She could hardly believe it when actual words spilled from her lips. Scripted lines, spoken a hundred times before. “Why are you doing this? Why are you attacking us?”

Releasing December

WIP Wednesday - Clans of Europa: Tina

 

The reluctant Matara...

Yorso’s face was working. “This is a nightmare. We shouldn’t be here.”

“We’re almost to her quarters,” Osopa muttered. He felt as if he was damned near running, but the door he aimed for wasn’t getting any closer.

Yorso was right. It was a nightmare.

A lanky man with a waist-length braid appeared at the end of the hall, coming from the infirmary. Usually, Osopa was desperate to avoid Dr. Degorsk and his penchant for bad jokes. With Tina bawling and howling for rescue, the appearance of the head medic made his knees wobble with relief.

“Dr. Degorsk!”

“Oh, thank the ancestors.” Yorso sounded as if he were sobbing.

Degorsk waved, but his usually happy visage was a thundercloud. It was often easy to forget the Imdiko’s temper was as bad as his jokes. He looked oddly despondent and furious at once. He hurried to them and tried to turn Tina so he could look at her. She screamed and attempted to bite his fingers.

His grin was savage as he glared at Tukui. “Good set of lungs on this one. Definitely healthy respiratory system. You chose well, along with loud, Clan Tukui.”

Osopa’s cheeks felt stiff as he smiled weakly at the joke. With Degorsk showing his teeth as much as he was, damned near snarling, it seemed the most diplomatic response.

Tukui was flushed, whether with frustration or panic, Osopa couldn’t say. “This isn’t normal. Is it?”

“For a woman whose life on Earth is forfeit for being carted off and ravished by men? Quite normal, I’m afraid.” More teeth came on display. Osopa wasn’t afraid of Degorsk, but it paid to be wary when someone looked that feral. He watched the medic carefully.

“When will she stop?” he shouted over Tina’s shrieks.

“Good question. When you find out, let me know.” Degorsk gentled, leaning close to speak in Tina’s ear. He spoke in English. “I understand, little Matara. This is terrifying.”

For a wonder, she settled into sobs, her face hot against Osopa’s chest. She sagged, no doubt exhausted from her violent exertions. Something in his gut shriveled to hear her crying.

“There must be something we can do.” Osopa heard the waver in his own voice, his iron control slipping.

Degorsk rubbed his forehead, his expression weary. “We’re conquerors. They’re the conquered. It’s going to be rough for a bit.”

“You don’t have any suggestions?” Yorso begged.

“Kalquor’s psychiatric board recommends doing exactly what she’s most afraid of. Get it over with. Stop letting her fear of it terrorize her.”

Tukui was aghast. “You mean—”

“Make love to your new Matara as soon as possible. Show her the joys of intimate contact. Get her past the idea of damnation.”

Anger trickled into the Dramok’s tone. “Force her? That’s what you’re telling us to do?”

He wasn’t the only one becoming irate. Osopa trembled with outrage. Taking a woman as she begged him not to? It would be an abomination.

He was too livid to speak. Fortunately, Tukui had plenty to say.

“Like hell we will! We’ll refuse a Matara before we do that. And I’ll personally yank the head off any man who dares it. No matter who he is. Rank be damned!”

Fortunately for his career, Tukui was forced to draw a breath. Degorsk sailed into the sudden silence with a harsh bark of a laugh. “Bite her first. Earthers lose their inhibitions when injected with our venom. They welcome sex after the bite, in fact. You’d be amazed how willing they are.”

The young Dramok’s rage deflated in an instant. “Oh. I hadn’t heard—well, that makes the situation better, if she’ll want us. Doesn’t it?”

Did it? Osopa wasn’t sure either, but he wasn’t a doctor. If the psychiatric board said it was the route to take—who was he to argue with that?

“Make her and your ears happy, gentlemen. Bite your spirited darling and have a long, joyous clanship.”

With that, the doctor moved on, avoiding Tina’s kick as he left them. His smile had turned into a snarl again. It made Osopa wonder if it was indeed as simple as biting the captives into sensual compliance.

If so, why was Degorsk in such a foul mood?