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April 10, 2014
99 cent sale! Accidental Abduction
For a limited time, Accidental Abduction is only 99cents!
(***Please note the 99cents is in USD. The rate of exchange will apply as will taxes/VAT in certain areas.)
He didn’t mean to abduct the human female, but now that he has her, should he kill her or take her as his mate?
A boyfriend’s attempted murder leaves Megan floundering in the ocean. Sinking without hope, the bright light she sees in the night sky isn’t her doorway to heaven, but rather the beginning of her accidental abduction by a space pirate. While thankful of his rescue, Megan stays true to form and just can’t keep her mouth shut, even when he keeps threatening to kill her–or auction her off to the highest bidder. Even odder, despite her decision to not get involved with her wickedly hot captor, she can’t help craving his touch.
Tren retired from his job as a mercenary so he could enjoy life, but he never counted on the boredom of normalcy. The acquisition of rare items has somewhat filled the void, but his accidental abduction of an outspoken earthling, who doesn’t know when to shut up, turns his life upside. Her fiery spirit draws him while at the same time drives him insane. Struggling with his urges, he must decide– throttle her barbarian neck or take her as his mate?His feelings become crystal clear when an enemy thinks to steal her, and he realizes he’ll do anything to get her back.
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Each book in the Alien Abduction series can be read as a stand alone but for total reader enjoyment, it is recommended you read them in order.
Book 1 – Accidental Abduction
Book 2- Intentional Abduction
Book 3 – Dual Abduction
Book 4 – Mercenary Abduction
Book 5 – Heroic Abduction
Excerpt:
Whole in body, unsure of her spirit, and with more questions than a cop, Megan prowled around the edges of the room, running her hands along the surface looking for a seam or something to press that would allow her to exit. She also really wished she could find something to wear. Somehow encountering alien life while in the buff didn’t seem like it would put her at an advantage, so when she heard a whisper of sound behind her, she whirled while slapping one hand over her crotch and flinging the other across her boobs.
Given her generous size, that didn’t accomplish much other than make her alien kidnapper open his eyes wide before laughing, an apparently universal sound.
“I fail to see the humor,” she growled through gritted teeth. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d appreciate you turn around, or even better, run along to fetch me some clothes.”
That shut him up even if he remained facing her. “Xfinew fika gdolpa?” He spoke to her in a guttural tongue that sent shivers dancing along her skin.
She ignored how his voice affected her and concentrated on the fact she didn’t understand a damned thing he said. “I don’t know what the hell you just said, so do you want to try again in English instead of whatever alien language you’re using.” She tapped a bare foot as she glared at him imperiously—naked or not, she refused to show fear even if inside, she quivered at the situation.
He snarled some foreign words before throwing something at her and stalking out of the room. Fabric hit her as she watched in stunned amazement how the previously unseen door just slid across the opening, leaving the wall seamless again.
Unsure of when the annoyed alien freak would return, she scrambled to get into the clothes, his she surmised judging by the size and style: a white tunic shirt that hung to her knees and pants that hugged her rounded ass but went well past her ankle. She sat down and rolled the bottoms until her feet peeked out. As attire went, she was well covered if braless.
As she waited for the Martian to return, her mind took the time to dissect his appearance properly. First, immense didn’t begin to describe him. The man had to tower over her by at least a foot or more, and at five foot eight, she wasn’t some dainty little flower. And talk about wide. Holy freaking chest. She had only to look down at the shirt that draped her body to swallow in awe at the width of his torso. Big from muscle or fat? Or does he have like alien parts hidden under there?
She couldn’t deny a curiosity to find out. Ignoring his body for a minute, she thought on his face and the color of his skin. Purple, he’s freaking purple. Not a light pansy violet, but a deep rich mauve that made his almost opaque blue eyes pop. His dark hair, with its slight wave, hung almost to his shoulders, the color matching the neatly trimmed goatee on his square chin. He wore a silver ring in one nostril and another in his arched brow. His lips appeared black, but his teeth gleamed brightly—and pointed. Definitely a carnivore with chompers like that. And when he spoke in that strange gibberish, he’d rumbled low and sexy, a gruff voice to go with his tough ass look. She vaguely recalled calling him Han Solo on crack, but she revised that to Johnny Depp in his pirate role commuted to space. Dark, dangerous, and wickedly hot looking. Given his alien characteristics, she had to wonder just what other surprises he hid other than his skin color and teeth, like maybe a forked dick or acidic jizz. She slapped a hand over her mouth before she could giggle aloud, not sure if he or some other E.T. watched her from some hidden camera.
Good looks aside, she wasn’t here on an intergalactic cruise to pick up sexy aliens—even if she couldn’t deny curiosity. She’d narrowly escaped her last lover, and now that she had a second chance at life, she needed to swear off men—even hot space ones—for a while. A long while. Hell, maybe I’ll check out what it’s like on the other side. Maybe I’d have better luck with another woman. The idea didn’t enthuse her. A carpet muncher she was not.
With no warning, the wall slid open again and her dark pirate stepped in, his clear eyes glittering. He tossed something small at her and she lifted her hands to catch it—and missed. She’d never excelled at sports, outside the bedroom that was. Naked, she could keep up with any skinny bitch.
The little black object clattered to the floor and she heard an exasperated sigh. “Well, excuse me for not being Miss Agile. You try getting almost drowned by your boyfriend, sucked into some spaceship by a tractor beam, and then having some weird machine experiment on you. I guarantee your reflexes would suck, too.”
He didn’t reply, just crossed his arms across his massive chest and inclined his head at the object on the floor. She stooped to pick it up and turned it in her hand, not recognizing the item at all. “What is it?”
Another sigh sounded followed by movement. She flicked her gaze at him and sucked in a breath as she discovered him coming at her, almost seven feet of bristling, purple alien pirate. In a disgustingly girly reaction, she backed up. He growled, and in reflex, she growled back. Her response made his brows shoot up. She couldn’t help the smirk that crossed her face as she threw him off balance.
In a lightning quick move, his hand shot out toward her and she squeaked before she dashed behind the table she’d woken up on.
“Don’t come near me,” she yelled. “You—you giant, purple weirdo.”
“Kddwol sgewo.” He spoke gibberish again and motioned her forward with his hand.
She snorted. Not likely. He snarled, baring his pointed teeth. With nothing to protect herself, she threw the black thing at him. He caught it with a blurring movement of his hand and she gulped. He displayed remarkable reflexes. He moved around the table, and she shuffled her feet, keeping herself away.
It wasn’t like her to act so cowardly, but truly, the guy—if an alien could be called a guy—was freaking huge, and he didn’t look happy. She screamed when he leapt over the table and snagged an arm around her waist. She continued to shriek and thrash as he whirled her around. He yanked her back into his hard chest, his one arm an immovable anchor around her waist. His other hand fiddled at her ear, and she screamed. “Let go of me you freakish brute.”
“Would you shut up, you annoying female, before I give into my first impulse to kill you.”
As his words penetrated her panic, she stilled, her chest heaving. “I understood you,” she whispered.
“Of course you did, silly human. If you hadn’t panicked, like your kind are wont to do, I would have shown you how to insert the translator yourself.”
“Well, how the hell was I supposed to know?” she snapped back. “It’s not like I’ve ever met an alien before. In my world, we don’t shove things in people’s ears when we meet them for the first time.”
“Yes, I am well aware of your planet’s barbarian status,” he retorted with a disgusted snort.
“What?” she sputtered. “Look who’s calling the kettle black. I’d say you aren’t that far from caveman status yourself.”
“I knew I should have killed you,” he grumbled from behind her.
It occurred to Megan that perhaps she should shut up for a moment before he acted on his words. The silence, though, made her aware of where she stood, more against whom. Pressed against her back, the alien heated her even through the fabric separating them. The palm pressed against her stomach branded her through the thin linen shirt and held her firmly against him. She wiggled in a sudden attempt to get away, but this served only to have him bring her closer and her eyes widened as she felt something poking her in the back. That better not be what I think it is.
Instead of smartly shutting up, she took in a breath. “Oh, no fucking way. If you think I’m going to service you sexually, you are out of your mind. I don’t bang guys I don’t know, and that goes double for aliens. I don’t care if you accidentally rescued me.”
He thrust her from him and snorted. “You think highly of yourself, female, if you think I would stoop to copulating with your pale form. Your mouth alone is enough to shrivel any man’s cock.”
Megan whirled and planted her hands on her hip. “Pale? I’m the one with some normal color here instead of freaking purple. And I’ll have you know, my mouth has never received any complaints; on the contrary, my oral techniques are well known among my lovers.” When his lips twitched into a partial grin, she grasped what she’d said and red heat rose up her neck to color her cheeks. However, she didn’t cower or run. She stood straighter and faced him with a glare.
“Thank you for advising me of your aptitude. I shall be sure to add it to your list of skills when I auction you off at the first available port.”
And with those words, he whirled on his heel and began walking away.
Auction? Oh, hell no. She steeled herself for battle and took off after him.
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Tren bristled with anger, not at the Earthling who’d amused him with her brave posturing and inane chattering, but at himself for his interest in finding out just how good her oral skills were. He had no interest in the barbarian creature. Although, shoving his cock into her chatterbox would at least muffle the sound of her complaining for a while, something his turgid shaft urged him to try.
And there lay another issue—his attraction to her. It didn’t help she’d gone from drowned, wretched looking sea creature to feisty and surprisingly attractive female. Dry, her hair was streaked yellow and brown in a strangely attractive manner and curled slightly. Her backside, which he’d not noticed previously, was round and inviting. As for her two breasted shape, he enjoyed the way her round breasts filled out the fabric of his shirt and how her nipples protruded through the fabric, begging for a mouth to suck them.
No. We do not play with the merchandise. Wait, that applied to virgin stock. From the way this one spoke, she was far from that state. Although, she might end up as frozen food if she keeps haranguing me. She followed close on his heels as he strode away in an attempt to escape her tirade.
“There will be no selling of me and my services,” she screeched from behind him.
Tren ignored her and kept walking. What she wanted didn’t even factor into his decisions.
“Ooh.” Exasperation colored her exclamation, and a moment later, she attacked him, pummeling his back in a fury with her fists.
Seriously? He turned and her blows rained on his rock hard abdomen. He stared down at her while she vented her wrath and only when she slowed did he drawl. “Done yet?”
She raised sparking brown eyes to his, and he couldn’t help notice the pink flush on her cheeks. He found himself captivated by the redness of her lips, their natural color, he assumed, now that she’d warmed up. He missed seeing her knee, though, which connected with his cock with unerring accuracy.
“Now I am,” she sassed, sounding all too pleased with herself.
Tren gritted his teeth through the burning pain, and before she could inflict more damage, he grabbed her and upended her over his shoulder.
* * * * *This is a galactic romp contains one smart mouthed human and the hunky purple pirate that kidnaps her.
Catch it now while it’s 99cents because this sale is only for a limited time!
April 9, 2014
Heroic Mercenary Excerpt posted!
He is determined to save her, whether she likes it or not!
Bucking family tradition, Dyre is determined to become his planet’s first hero, even if it breaks his mother’s heart. He sets out on numerous quests to save the universe, however his altruism never seems to turn out quite as expected. Who knew doing the right thing was so hard?
In between saving those who don’t want his help—and the chaos that follows—he rescues a damsel in distress. She doesn’t appreciate his heroic abduction, and even worse, once Dyre gets to know the outspoken human, he entertains less than noble thoughts about ravishing her.
It takes only a couple of comical mishaps, some hot kisses and danger for Dyre and his human damsel Betty to discover their happily ever after—and thank the stars for a heroine who ends up saving this hero, and the galaxy, from his chivalrous side.
Genre: Science Fiction / Alien/ Fantasy Romance
He’ll do anything to be her knight in purple armor.
Excerpt:
Facing the approaching crowd, who slithered up steps carved into the rock on the other side of the mountain, Dyre couldn’t wait to tell them he’d beaten back the beast menacing them. Freed them from their reign of terror. He’d be a hero. They’d honor his name, not that he performed his good deeds for recognition. Just knowing he did the right thing was gift enough for him.
Beaming his widest smile, and showing his finely sharpened teeth, Dyre held his arms wide open and announced, “Good aliens of this planet, I, Dyreokulan, mighty Kulin warrior of the planet Aressotle—” He left out the part where his own family had exiled him because he’d renounced their mercenary ways. “—have saved you from the monster plaguing your life and taking your virgin daughters.” The swarm of tentacled aliens rumbled. He bowed. “No thanks are required. I am pleased I could provide my assistance.”
Speech said, he clasped his hands together and waited for the cheers. The applause. Maybe even the slobbery hug of an ecstatic mother able to bring her female child home.
A low grumble went through the crowd, a discontented sound that swelled in treble especially when a multi-armed female, looking remarkably like the one he just saved, pushed her way to the forefront and screamed, “There’s the imposter who stole my sacred spot.”
“And her accomplice who broke our lucky chain of sacrifices,” bellowed a male with a wave of his numerous appendages.
“Capture them so that we might feed on their bodies and appease the gods,” yelled another.
Uh-oh. Not yet another incident where the right thing was ill received. Dyre seemed to have issues with that. Of more concern were their claims. Had he saved an imposter? Was she not a virgin?
Turning to the female he’d rescued, Dyre caught her backing away, her appearance shimmering. The fuzzy edge of her shape made him blink.
“Stupid, cheap, malfunctioning piece of crap,” she grumbled as she slapped at her chest.
Before Dyre’s disbelieving eyes, the prodigiously ugly female disappeared only to be replaced by an even odder appearing one.
Boasting light-hued flesh with short, cropped almost white hair was a two-legged humanoid with only two breasts. Dyre gaped at her. Where was all her color? Her extra arms? Razor-sharp teeth or claws?
“What in the universe are you?” he asked.
“I’m a human, dum-dum.” Her clear green eyes rolled with evident disdain. “Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of my kind?”
“Human?” His eyes widened. “As in an Earthling barbarian? But how? Your kind is not on the approved list of galactic travelers.”
“Yeah, like that stops people from smuggling us off planet,” she snorted. “And could we discuss this another time, say like when we’re not being chased by an angry mob.”
Dyre cast a glance over his shoulder. Hmm. Good point.
He turned back to offer his assistance only to see the human had already put her feet into motion. Since Dyre had no set direction, he followed the Earthling female as she raced down the mountainside, her nimble feet leaping from rock to sandy surface to boulder.
Despite his questions about her presence on this planet, Dyre couldn’t help but admire her agility—and her trim buttocks. She might sport a less-than-pleasing coloration—which a dip in a violet-hued dye would fix—but, encased in tight slacks, her rounded and plentiful rear end was most pleasing to watch, as was the occasional glimpse he got of her jiggling mammary glands.
Bounding down the incline, he caught up to the female and kept pace—as well as started a conversation. “So, where are we going?”
“I don’t know about you, but I am escaping.”
“To where?”
“Does it matter?” she huffed, sliding a bit on some loose gravel. “So long as it doesn’t have angry aliens, I’ll consider it an improvement.”
“Might I inquire as to how you found yourself tethered on the hillside?” he queried, ducking as a spear went flying overhead.
“No, you might not,” she sassed back. “Now, would you shut the hell up and leave me alone? Or better yet, since you’re the one who messed up my plan, why don’t you stall the mob chasing us while I get away?”
“My lady desires a rescue?” The hero code had an entry for just such a request.
Dyre halted in his tracks and whirled to face the oncoming horde, just in time to bat away another spear.
“What are you doing?” yelled the human.
Did she suffer from short-term memory loss? “Rescuing you. Fear not, pale maiden, I shall hold back the invading forces while you flee to safety.” A glorious task for a hero.
“Are you for real?”
What a strange question. “I am not a holographic image if that is what you are asking. Quick, make your escape while I stall the advancing enemy.”
A peek over his shoulder saw her standing still. She sighed. “Of all the stupid things.” Soft fingers clasped his arm and tugged. “Don’t just stand there, you idiot. Let’s go.”
“Go?” He cast a glance forward at the tentacled aliens who didn’t move down the mountain as quickly as he and the human. It seemed they weren’t quite as fleet of foot, but they wielded wicked spears. He deflected another one with the flat of his sword. “But I thought you wanted me to protect your retreat?”
“So did I, but apparently a little thing called my moral conscience won’t allow me to let you die. I’m just as confused by it as you are. Now would you get your big purple feet moving? We’ve got a spaceship to reach.”
“A new objective.” His expression brightened. “Lead the way.”
Sprinting after the female, who seemed determined to confuse him with her ever-changing quests, he couldn’t help but think he preferred this new plan. While dying as a hero sounded great in theory, it was also kind of final, for him at least. At least this new request might see him living a touch bit longer, giving him a chance to do more good, and aid the female, who now bore an interesting pink flush to her cheeks as she panted.
He approved of the subtle color, but also noted what it meant. The lady tired. Dyre could help with that.
Tucking his pistol back in its holster, he then used his free hand to grip the female around the waist and hoist her over his shoulder. She showed her immediate appreciation by pounding him on the back, easing some tense muscles, and trying to alleviate his burden by screaming, “Put me down.”
How generous of her, but not needed. He’d trained with worse weights. She was feather-light in comparison. “While your desire to not tax my prodigious strength is kind, fear not. I can carry you. Simply lead me in the right direction, and I shall take you to safety.”
And perhaps earn a boon, like a kiss. Pale or not, the female did possess a tempting mouth—when it wasn’t yelling.
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He’s big, he’s purple and he wants to be a hero, not a mercenary. What a shame he’s got bad genes working against him.
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Each book in the Alien Abduction series can be read as a stand alone but for total reader enjoyment, it is recommended you read them in order.
Book 1 – Accidental Abduction
Book 2- Intentional Abduction
Book 3 – Dual Abduction
Book 4 – Mercenary Abduction
Book 5 – Heroic Abduction
April 8, 2014
Another Mercenary Rule…
For some real purple hotness, check out the Alien Abduction series…
Heroic Abduction is coming on April 13th and to celebrate, I’m giving out more EveL Minion t-shirts!
April 6, 2014
Paisley Brown has a sci-fi release
A vacation to the far North…
Heather is gifted a week away at a resort in the Arctic Circle by her grandmother, a chance to finally move on after finding her fiancé in bed with another woman.
With two Nordic hunks to keep her company…
The two sexy studs make is easy to get over her failed relationship. That is, until they tell her their secret.
Are the two men really extraterrestrials or just a fantasy created by her lonely soul?
Caution: Includes alien probing, anal sex, and a hot MFM ménage.
April 5, 2014
Who loves the color purple?
For some real purple hotness, check out the Alien Abduction series…
Heroic Abduction is coming on April 13th and to celebrate, I’m giving out more EveL Minion t-shirts!
April 2, 2014
The mercenary rule of ravishment…
Want more mercenary rules, then check out the Alien Abduction series…
April 1, 2014
New EveL Minion Tshirt Giveaway
For some real purple hotness, check out the Alien Abduction series…
Heroic Abduction Cover Reveal!
He’ll do anything to be her knight in purple armor.
He is determined to save her, whether she likes it, or not.
Bucking family tradition, Dyre is determined to become his planet’s first hero, even if it breaks his mother’s heart. He sets out on numerous quests to save the universe, however his altruism never seems to turn out quite as expected. Who knew doing the right thing was so hard?
In between saving those who don’t want his help—and the chaos that follows—he rescues a damsel in distress. She doesn’t appreciate his heroic abduction, and even worse, once Dyre gets to know the outspoken human, he entertains less than noble thoughts about ravishing her.
It takes only a couple of comical mishaps, some hot kisses and danger for Dyre and his human damsel Betty to discover their happily ever after—and thank the stars for a heroine who ends up saving this hero, and the galaxy, from his chivalrous side.
Heroic Abduction is coming on April 13th and to celebrate, I’m giving out more EveL Minion t-shirts!
March 28, 2014
A new Sci-fi romance from Jessica E. Subject
She is desperately seeking freedom…
On the eve before her twenty-first birthday, Skylar steals a ship and escapes from the planet Rebed. She refuses to be another wife for the slimy space pirate that is her betrothed. After hearing of her brothers’ success, she applies to the 1Night Stand service on her way to Earth, hoping Madame Eve can find her a hero, to make her feel special, even if for only one night.
He is trying to fit in…
A longtime friend to Skylar’s brothers, he’s always relegated her to the look and don’t touch category. Though, Daran traveled to Earth years ago, he still struggles to fit in on the planet. When his boss suggests a blind date, he reluctantly agrees. What would happen if anyone found out about his alien ancestry?
And they are not at all meant to be together…
Has Madame Eve made a huge mistake, or will Daran tread into forbidden territory to be with the one woman he’s always wanted, and become the hero Skylar craves?
Available for purchase at AMAZON.
Website: JessicaSubject.com
March 27, 2014
Heroic Abduction is coming in April…
And I am unveiling the cover April 1st!
In the meantime, here’s something to make you giggle.
“Every mercenary should have a distinctive title – usually with the word Greatest.” – A Mercenary’s Guide to Prosperity
“Heroes require no recognition.” – The Unofficial Guide to Heroism
“Be proud. Walk tall. Chest out. Sneer in place. Show ‘em what you got.” – A Mercenary’s Guide to Prosperity
“A hero is humble. Don’t brag, or accept praise.” – The Unofficial Guide to Heroism
And my personal favorite,
“If at first you don’t succeed, get a bigger gun.” – A Mercenary’s Guide to Prosperity
“Before you fight, try negotiation.” – The Unofficial Guide to Heroism
