Book of the Week: Reclaiming Isis

Men don’t exist on planet PrimeC and machines are responsible for pleasuring and impregnating women. Isis can’t help but feel as if something is missing. When a poisonous gas warning sounds, she gets lost while rushing to evacuate and finds herself in the arms of a man. Not just any man. Tall. Wide. Dangerously handsome. And he insists that she belongs to him — and his best friend.

Warning: Reclaiming Isis includes hot sex machine lovin’, anal pleasure, a BBW, and two gorgeous men who make her dreams come true.

 

Just a little teaser to wet your appetite:

The grand hall smelled of sex and sweat. And fear. Bodies brushed against her. Heat crept up the back of her neck as she ran toward the light.

“Natacha?”Her friend didn’t answer.

Isis gulped back her fear and pushed on. One of her oldest memories was of an Octican scare. She’d been young. Some of her friends hadn’t made it to the ship in time. She tried reasoning with herself. In recent years the Octican warnings sounded when the level of Octican reached deadly levels on PrimeC. She silently prayed she’d have enough time to get on board. Once on a lifeship, they could wait until the levels returned to normal… she just had to get there.There had to be a shortcut. Her hand brushed a knob and she twisted it.

“Natacha!” Her friend still didn’t answer. Natacha had always been the faster runner. She was probably all the way to the end of the hallway by now. Isis worried her bottom lip for just a moment, wondering if she should take the shortcut.The voice over the speaker system thrust her into motion again.

“Octican warning. Octican warning. Please board the nearest lifeship.”

Isis slipped through the door and found herself in another hallway. Her eyes were finally adjusting to the dark, but the floor was freezing against her bare feet. Ahead, she saw the blazing red symbol for the ship pad. She paused, sighing with relief, then ran toward the glowing sign, every muscle in her body moving in perfect unison toward one goal: getting off this planet.

Her sore toe snagged on something and she pitched forward. Pain throbbed up her leg from the arch of her foot. “Oh!”

The warning bell continued its annoying blare overhead. With limbs heavy from the orgasm, the cold, and the exertion, Isis pushed on. Shivering, she focused on the glowing sign, concentrated on putting on foot in front of the other.

Her time wasn’t meant to end by suffocation and the explosion of her capillaries. She was supposed to be pregnant. A mother. A real woman.