Genesis: The Soldier and the Hybrid
Eden knew the minute she stood up for the Hybrids that she was in trouble. She didn’t expect to be fragged in and treated as public enemy number one. That was bad enough until she was thrown at the Hybrid. Now she had to navigate her way through finding out who had her best interest at heart. She never intended to find Jaziel irresistible. Can a soldier loosen enough to give her heart to an alien before she meets death as a traitor?
Jaziel was given the duty of guarding the prisoner. He hadn’t expected her to remind him of sunshine or be filled with quirks that made his lips ache to smile. Was she the enemy r being used by their mutual enemy? Only time would tell, and maybe if everything around them stopped trying to kill them, there’d be time to tell who side she was really on.
“What are you doing?” Jaziel gave her a puzzled look.
She had touched his hand several times and managed to hip check him while drawing her hand down his arm. Now she was trying to give him a sexy wink. She swore to God! Why was this so hard? In the bars, it seemed easy, but she was probably drunk, definitely drunk, and when she was overseas. Well, it was overseas ‘nough said.
“I’m flirting with you.” She threw her hands up and stomped into the living room. Operation get some before they catch you went up in flames.
“Flirting with me?” He sat on the couch next to her and ran his foot up her leg. “You mean like this?”
That’s exactly what she meant. His foot on her leg was making her shiver. Whenever he was around, her senses went into overdrive.
“I’m a simple male, Eden. My wants and desires are simple.”
“What do you want?”
“Freedom for my people, the right to live without persecution, and you.”
“I don’t do this often. I mean… no, I don’t do this often. I’ve had my share of one-night stands, but I prefer a relationship.”
“There’s no time for one of those.”
“You’re right, but if we come back.”
“We’ll take our time and see where it goes.”
Genesis: Falling for the Hybrid
Coming October Sixth
In the beginning God created
the heaven and the earth.
That’s not what happened when
the Hybrids were created.
Hybrid history as recorded by Elias.
Lucien stood on the roof of a tall building, a part of—yet apart from the world that passed by underneath it. It didn’t know him. If it did, it would never have accepted him. When there was a lull in traffic, he jumped. The twenty-story building didn’t faze him, and the chance that someone was looking up was laugh-worthy. Humans didn’t look up. They moved with their eyes firmly in front of them while some had a modicum of self-preservation and tried to watch what was going on around them.
When he landed, he slipped out of the shadows he merged with and melted into the street traffic. He walked until he came to Café Bean. It was an upper-crust café that served some of the best coffee in the city. It’s where executives sent their assistants for a mid-morning coffee or their afternoon lunch with another cup of coffee.
He sent the barista a smile when he walked in and then went to sit with the others waiting for him. After his tea was delivered, he acknowledged them.
“What was so important I needed to come here?” Two other males were sitting at the table. Each of them was a Hybrid, someone and something that shouldn’t exist. There was nothing like human ingenuity and scientists who thought men were nothing but test subjects.
“Good morning, Lucien,” Damian greeted before he took a sip of his coffee.
Lucien ignored his friend turning to look at Mikhail. “Good morning, Lucien.” Mikhail’s lips twitched, he enjoyed messing with him.
Lucien closed his eyes, not something he would usually do around others before replying. “Morning, Damian and Mikhail. Why are we here?” There was a note of laughter in his voice. If anyone could erase his bad mood, it was the friends with whom he shared his new life.
“Have you seen the news?” Damian asked him.
He had seen it; that was the cause of his bad mood. If things weren’t hard enough, the government decided to do them one better.
“Genetic experiment… The government takes full responsibility… We aren’t God, shouldn’t be playing with man’s DNA… Did I miss anything?”
“Lots,” Mikhail said. “But that sound bite will do.”
The project had been touted as man’s next big evolutionary step. Not that mankind knew about it. It was kept hush-hush. Only those among the need-to-know knew. It never went as high up as the president; they called it plausible deniability. The truth was they didn’t care what he thought.
The plan was simple, easy, really. The experiments started in a petri dish until the right team of scientists walked in one day and found life.
Man thought he became God.
The experiments continued until they realized that growing a child from the DNA they collected was still out of their reach even in the world of clones and in vitro fertilization. Their God status was reduced to only being gods, but that didn’t deter them.
It was time for human trials. They wanted patriots, men who were loyal to country, family, and the American dream. They were plucked from battlefields, reported MIA to a family that would mourn, to children who would grow up without a father. What was one fatherless child compared to the future of the human race?
When they had an army of superior white men to lead them into the future, it was time for step two. Mixing their genes with the general population. They brought in willing and sometimes not-so-willing women to reproduce with those males. The rewards they promised the women for their children never manifested. The thought of superior children, the next great evolution in mankind, never occurred.
The scientists weren’t defeated. They went back to the modern age of egg and sperm and sat back as they waited for the first egg to be fertilized. It was to their shock, their utter horror, that the sperm destroyed the egg, attacking it like it was a foreign toxic substance.
Man’s next evolutionary step had become a dead end. The project was decommissioned; the males who were genetically manipulated either destroyed or left to live a long life in solitary confinement. That’s what the internal documents that were highly redacted suggested. The world would go on, never knowing what they could have become.
Where the slightly ethical scientists ended, the mad scientists began.
“The government didn’t tell the media our names or even what we looked like. They leaked just enough information that anyone with half a brain will be able to figure it out,” Mikhail said drumming his fingers on the table to keep from clenching them.
Lucien spied several humans, giving them second and third looks. Not that it was out of the ordinary, but today in light of the media, they were now wondering if they had been correct all along.
“They want to draw us out. To reinforce the understanding that we are no longer human.” Damian’s hand fisted to control his anger as the coffee in their cups heated.
“Having you around guarantees me the perfect cup of tea,” Lucien dead panned, making Damian’s lips twitch.
They looked from their coffee to his tea and sighed. Lucien was a lost cause as a coffee drinker.
“It’s time we came out of the shadows and made this an equal playing field,” Mikhail said. He was tired of playing games with a government and a military that would destroy them if they could.
“I agree, but why put effort into repudiating the government when we are an evolutionary dead end. Our scientists agree we are not able to procreate with human females,” Lucien said.
“But we can procreate,” Mikhail reminded them. Their scientists had run every genetic factor on their sperm, finding out that they could father the next race, just not with the females available to them.
“Do you suggest that we try to find other races around the galaxy that we are compatible with or find the original aliens that our DNA is now linked with?” Damain asked. He didn’t expect any answers. These were questions they asked themselves in the beginning when it still hadn’t sunk in what had been done to them.
Lucien’s phone rang; he looked around before answering. The person on the other end was frantic.
“Josh, calm down. What happened? I see. Keep your peace; I am meeting with the other two. When a decision is made all will be informed, until then you are no more than you present.” He frowned before placing the phone on the table beside his cup of tea.
“Josh was called into his supervisor’s office to be asked if he had seen the news on those Hybrids masquerading as humans.”
“Humans are quite descriptive.” Mikhail laughed.
“Give it some time; we’ll be the nightmare they discipline their children with.” The thought of children gave each of them a soul-deep pain. It wasn’t that they wanted to be fathers right now, but every other male had an opportunity that had been denied them and others like them. That was one of the reasons the old ones had been picked, loyal to family.
“We have a decision to make, one we can no longer put off.” Lucien placed his elbows on the table and steepled his fingers. They had walked up to this line many times only to back off. They were part of this world and thus far had placed more importance on it than on their lives. One leak to the media had changed all that. Now they would have to fight to protect the lives of those they cared for, their brothers.
“How much longer can we hide, Lucien? How much longer can we ask our people to put the wellbeing of those who would see them dead before their own?” Damian said. “Now that the humans know about us, the media will dig until they find the next tidbit of news and exploit it.”
Lucien knew they were right. They had played by the rules the pure humans placed upon them. Those humans had broken the rules leaving more than enough room on the playing field for them to steal the ball. The next choice was obvious, but that didn’t stop him from playing the human side of this game.
“What does it matter? We might not even be alive in a year or ten.”
“The opposite is also true. We may be alive a hundred or a thousand years from now. The scientists, not even ours, can figure out the decomposition rate of our cells.” Mikhail took another sip of his coffee.
“Apoptosis, that’s what Galen calls it. He hates the word decomposition, says that is what happens after death.” Damian chuckled, thinking about their other brother.
That was what the future looked like for them. They had no knowledge of when or if they would die. Their chance of having a family was gone, and now the world would be watching them with wary eyes.
“Not every female wants a child,” Mikhail said.
He was right, of course. Lucien flashed back to the scientists who thought the answer to their problem was simple. They would take females, turn them into Hybrids and mate them with males who hadn’t been part of the test. If one option fails, follow up with another.
“This is a brand-new future,” one scientist had taunted him as he placed him in a viewing room. “I want you to see what you will never have.”
On the other side of the two-way glass were twenty women. They were all naked and strapped down. The oldest couldn’t have been more than twenty-one. In their mouths was an athletic guard worn to keep their teeth from breaking through the painful process.
“You will be the mothers of the next race of humans,” one of the scientists told the women as he checked to make sure the straps were secure.
A covering was dropped over each female. It was clear so they could see what was happening within. They would be given a serum that would change their DNA, but they would also be bombarded with a light that would make the internal DNA change possible. One did not work without the other.
They were white and fit. Most of them had blue eyes and blonde hair. The perfect master race, or so the scientists thought. The clear glass domes lit up with a light that caressed the women’s skin on the table like it was a lover. The light made their skin shimmer with a glow reminiscent of a beautiful pearl.
With a word from the lead scientist, the serum was pumped into their veins. Lucien waited. His hand was now on the window wanting to touch one of the women below. Could one of them be a match for him? Could she grant him children and a life that would make becoming a monster worth it?
Then the thrashing came, followed by horrifying screams that penetrated the guards placed in their mouths. The scientists ran to stop the serum. The lights dimmed, and all that was left was the bloody remnants of once beautiful women.
Once was never enough. They killed thousands of women in their quest for a better race until eventually it was noted that the process was not viable on the females of their race. Why was the question they never could answer. Eventually, they assured themselves the fault lies with the female. The x-gene that allowed her to become female also stopped her from advancing on the evolutionary scale. There would never be a human female Hybrid. It was an end to what could have been the master race.
“They should have stopped when they realized that the process wasn’t viable with females,” Damian said, having no trouble following Lucien’s train of thought.
“You ask them to do the impossible. They betrayed the world and then used their experiments that wouldn’t grant them a master race on those who wouldn’t kowtow to them or their threats. We are the result of revenge gone awry,” Mikhail spoke, his eyes flashing.
“It is time to step out of the shadows.” Lucien stood, allowing the cloak he kept in place to fall. His two brothers stood doing the same.
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Rada - Between Heaven And Hell
Coming July 8th
Moxie adjusted the visor as the sun came in at a different angle. She was keeping an eye on the blue car that stayed behind two others. They, her, and the other cars were all on the highway, but the other car never passed hers. Sometimes it was far enough away that she could only catch a glimpse of it, but it was following her. Why? Because her father died several weeks ago. That meant no one had anything they could hold over her head. If she were smart enough, fast enough, she’d be free. The person or people following her didn’t want that to happen.
She dreamed of freedom from the moment she realized she and her father were slaves. She wasn’t treated too badly initially, mainly because she didn’t know the men in the room holding guns were there to kill her if her father refused to do as ordered.
When she got older, became more aware, they were moved out of their nice house to a monitored place. That’s when she learned somebody had to pay the price. If her dad said no, then she was beaten and threatened with rape. He learned quickly, not wanting to put her life in danger. The physical beatings stopped, but the mental torture ramped up. She never told him about that. He was doing the best he could to make her life easy, and she did the same for him.
Now he was gone. Wrong place, wrong time, or so the cops said. She didn’t believe it. Her father was still great at what he did. It was a set-up; the evil that controlled him wanted to move onto a younger, more lethal model, her.
Her dad taught her everything he knew about putting a bullet in a person’s brain. ‘Always go for the kill shot, Baby, or don’t pick up a gun.’ Yeah, she learned from the best. She also learned to endure mental torture from the best. Most of the time, physical agony stopped but not mental torture. It was always there banging at the back and even the front of your mind, demanding to be let in. It haunted you even when you were laughing with friends. Not that she knew what having friends was like. It would send you to your room paranoid that someone or something was out to get you.
Unfortunately, her paranoia was real. There were people and things out to get her. One of them was in the car that was still following her.
It was time to do what she did best. She pulled over into the empty lane looking for the next exit. When she found it, she saw a hill the was backed up by cars. She merged onto it, knowing her stalkers would follow. She drove until a thicket of trees appeared on the right side of the road. She pulled over, leaving the emergency blinking lights on before she got out. There was a black case in her hand. She never left home without it.
The trees were beckoning to her. She slid between them, doing her best not to disturb any of the leaves. When she found a sturdy tree she could climb, she took the time to assemble her custom-made VSS vintorez high-powered rifle with the built-in silencer before climbing the tree. She might hate the people who tried to control her, but they provided pretty and expensive toys for her to play with. This was one of her favorites. The range wasn’t as long as she liked, but she had always been able to compensate for that. She had a pistol strapped to her waist, too, just for emergency use.
She laid flat on the branch, trying to blend in with her surroundings. Come to mama, she sent out her mental distress call. Two men came crashing through the woods. She almost wanted to laugh. Hadn’t anyone taught them to be stealthy? No, of course not. They believed that she was owned heart and soul. There was no need to be quiet. She would come like a dog when called kneeling at her master’s feet demanding a head rub or a treat.
In all fairness to them, they were almost right. While her father lived, she toed the line. They said beg, and she did. When the master said present, she did. When he said suck my cock and enjoy it, she did. Okay, she didn’t enjoy it, but she was good at faking it. Why? Because her dad’s life depended on it. She was thirty-one years old and had lived in hell since she was five. When she got the message her father was dead, she hadn’t run. She fell to her knees and lost her shit. Then she buried him. After that, everyone was watching her, waiting for her to make a break for it. She didn’t. Grief was a powerful emotion, and it took time to work through it.
Finally, her father’s message, the one he would whisper to her at night as a child surfaced. ‘When you get a chance, you run and keep running. They don’t want your life; they want your soul.’ She never knew if he sold his to keep her safe, but hers wasn’t up for grabs.
They were getting closer; she looked through the scope. When she sighted the first one, she pulled the trigger. There was no remorse or second-guessing. The second one screamed and ducked. She waited patiently for him to reemerge. She could wing him, but she wanted a kill shot. Leaving anyone alive to report on where she was or what direction she was heading was nothing but a death wish.
He was much quieter now as he came through the underbrush, but she still caught the small noises he made. A flash of his shirt alerted her to how close he was. She flung her rifle over her shoulder and shimmied up the tree wanting a better vantage point. Had he realized she was up high when she shot his companion? He didn’t seem to be looking at the tree line, but she wouldn’t put anything past him. Quickly she changed her bullets, not believing for a moment her stalker was human.
When he came into view, he was frothing at the mouth, with wickedly sharp teeth showing. There was nothing human in the eyes that searched for her. When he looked up, she almost froze. Red eyes rimmed in black caught hers. They tried to mesmerize her. She knew that look. He was commanding her to come to him. They promised pain that he was more than able to provide. Her insides melted along with her will. She wanted to give up, to allow her master, the one who controlled her, owned her, to call her to heel.
She breathed through her desire to capitulate even as he let out a high pitch sound that drilled into her ears and festered inside her brain. She needed to take the shot before she couldn’t resist any longer. With shaky hands, she pulled the trigger. Her bullet was off trajectory. It was going to miss; she could see it like it already played out. She coached the bullet to change course with a strength of will she didn’t consciously know she possessed.
It jerked, slowing down, not giving her the velocity she needed before coming to land in his neck. She wanted a headshot. He roared, but she already sent a second bullet at him. This time her hands weren’t shaking. She hit him dead center before almost falling out of the tree as she climbed down.
Her hands were shaking again. It was taking too long to tear down her rifle and pack it away. When you killed something that wasn’t human, there was no guarantee it would stay dead. She took the long way around the two dead men to make it back to her car.
Once inside, she merged into traffic, looking for the first detour she could take that would get her far away from where she was. She traveled for several hours before she saw it. There was a small dirt road that seemed to break off from the main highway.
The small sign read welcome to Between Heaven and Hell population three thousand three hundred and fifty-four.
She smiled; they would never look for her in such a small place. She never saw the sign change to read three thousand three hundred and fifty-five.
Rada and Asa sat on the top steps outside their house as Puck, the cat that wasn’t a cat, paced the sidewalk in front of them. Until recently, they had both been stuck in their hell beast form along with Lael, their other brother. The curse that kept them from changing into humanoid form seemed to temporarily be thwarted.
“I don’t like it.”
Rada didn’t reply. Asa was the oldest and didn’t seem to like much. Although he could have agreed with him. The way Puck was stalking the ground in front of the steps sent a shiver down his back. Things had been silent since Rose, the mate of their youngest brother, Lael, had defeated the evil she brought their way. Not that evil wasn’t already coming for them. That’s why Rose fit right in. It just got here a little sooner than they anticipated.
“He’s just a cat.” The words almost got stuck in his throat as he said them. The look Asa threw his way was enough to make him laugh. Yeah, Puck was so much more than a cat. They owed him one.
They both watched as Puck walked around in circles before flopping to the ground in the sun; he went to sleep. A sleeping Puck made Rada feel much better.
“What do you think?” Rada asked his brother. His job was not speaking cat.
“Someone is coming.”
“Someone or something?” The last time someone had come, it was Rose. That worked out for his brother since he was now mated to her. What would happen if they returned to their hell beast form and couldn’t shift anymore? What would happen if their town became one with the Mist again, losing all contact with the earthly plane? What would happen to Lael and Rose? Rada didn’t know, and selfishly he was glad. To lose touch with the other half of your soul sounded like a fate worse than death.
He was also a little jealous. The way Lael took care of his mate. The look in her eyes when she thought no one was watching her. He never believed and still didn’t believe a female could care that way for him. He was right where he was meant to be, trapped within the borders of their small town. Love and freedom were never meant to be his.
“Someone,” Asa said, answering his earlier question. “Do we have a room?”
“We do.” He had seen it earlier. Silas, their mage, took care of the house. Which meant that parts of the house took care of itself. A suite that was normally closed opened this morning. He should have taken that as a sign.
Asa nodded; someone was coming.
Rada fought the need to get up and walk away. They were obviously the welcoming committee without realizing it. With them both being on the steps, unable to leave, he wasn’t worried that a female was coming. That allowed the tension to melt from his shoulders.
One male had invaded their small town; he was not as bad as they thought he would be. Were they going to get another warrior to help them fight against the evil? If that happened, maybe they could defeat the curse, never having to meld with the Mist again.
It could happen even if he didn’t believe it would.
Lael - Between heaven and Hell
“The wards failed.”
Asa lifted his head, copper eyes blinking. “What do you mean the wards fell?”
Lael gave a deep sigh. He hated dealing with Asa when he was in the mood to be a dick. That’s what happened when you were blessed or cursed with older siblings.
“I mean the wards failed.’” He slowed it down in case his brother was suffering from age-related disease. “Should I call a healer for you?”
“Don’t be a dick, Lael.”
“I was thinking much the same.”
“How did the wards fail? Have you called the mage?”
“He’s coming along with Rada.”
Lael stepped out of the room, walking outside while he waited for the others. What was coming? Their small town had been shielded for centuries. Now the humans were getting a chance to peek at things that didn’t concern them.
The brightness of the sun made him shield his eyes. Now that the shield of invisibility was gone, the shine of the sun and the heat of it bore down on him. His neck stretched when a small breeze caressed him. He sniffed, enjoying the fragrant smell of spring. He never smelled anything as good as the sun-warmed green grass wafting around him.
When his brother and the mage came out of nowhere to stand in front of him, he stared at them before turning around.
“What took you so long?” He threw his question over his shoulder as he took the stairs two at a time.
“You might not have realized it, but the barrier seems to be having issues,” Silas, the mage, told him, drawing out his words.
“What’s your excuse, Rada?”
“I don’t need one; I’m here now.”
Like Asa, Rada was used to doing whatever he wanted when he wanted. Something as life-changing or straightforward as their barrier disappearing wouldn’t make him move any faster. They were immortal, invisible to the eye of mankind. The barrier may be gone, but all anyone should see was a vast forest and some land for grazing.
Asa was sitting when they came in. His eyes were closed like he was communicating with someone.
“What happened to the wards?” Asa asked without acknowledging them.
Lael turned to look at Silas, noticing that his brothers were now paying attention to the mage.
“Not much?” Lael discovered that the wards were down when a human stood staring at their land. He almost thought the human saw him. That was impossible. No one had seen him, his brothers, or the others who occupied their town. He couldn’t be sure what the human was looking at, but it wasn’t him. The sound that human-made was enough to bring a smile to his face.
“Something funny?” Silas asked.
“Yeah, could you imagine what would happen if the humans could see us?” This would be worse than the witch trials.
“All the wards didn’t fail, at least, not yet. The ward that hid this small hamlet is gone. There are still protection spells as well as several more in place.”
“Then we have nothing to worry about. You’ll renew the invisibility ward. The humans can’t see us, and when the ward goes back up, it will wipe their memory. It will be business as usual.” Lael headed for the door.
“Not so fast.”
He really hated the mage. When you’ve been around each other for centuries, it wasn’t unusual. If he weren’t immortal, Lael would put him out of his misery.
“What haven’t you told us?” Asa demanded. He was starting to get upset.
Lael nodded; he wanted his brother to get upset, that should keep him from attacking Silas. When you’re immortal, fighting to the death was a great blood sport while giving you something to do.
“None of you have a sense of humor.”
Asa went to stand in front of Silas. “Not all of us were granted the privilege to move around the humans.”
“Not that we’re complaining. Killing humans for sport got old a long time ago.” Rada and Asa tilted their heads, agreeing with Lael.
Silas took a seat in a chair while the other three made themselves comfortable on the thick carpet.
“Everything’s changing. I can’t reset the ward, not even with blood magic.” He took a deep breath. He had all their attention, finally. “Not only is the invisibility ward down but the look away ward is not working. Also, there are weak spots in the wards. Certain people, humans, will be able to cross.”
“We can retreat to the in-between until…”
The shaking of Silas’ head stopped Lael mid-sentence.
“What?” Rada asked.
“You’ll only be able to be in the in-between for seconds, maybe minutes.”
“You’re talking in riddles.”
Silas tilted his head towards Asa. He was talking in riddles. He stood going to the window that the brothers didn’t realize they could use.
“There’s a prophecy,” he chuckled. “You don’t understand how funny that is, but if I said that to a human, they’d laugh until they cried. There is always a prophecy.”
Three sets of eyes tracked him. It was a little unnerving to come under scrutiny from the brothers. All their lives, their futures depended on them. He made his way back to his chair before his knees that were visibly shaking betrayed him.
Lael felt the desire to bare his teeth. The mage stunk of fear. His heartbeat picked up as his eyes dilated. He moved a little closer to the mage. When Silas slowly opened a drawer and pulled out a water bottle, Lael snarled at him. They would battle later when he wasn’t threatening him with holy water.
“I love this stuff,” Silas said, petting the bottle like it was an animal. Not like an animal would survive around them.
“Enough,” Asa growled. He was at the end of his small amount of patience.
“When we were corralled several millennia ago and placed in this prison, provision was made for us to go free,” Silas told them.
Their eyes flared with brief hope before it was extinguished.
“Remind me, didn’t we do that and fail?” Rada said.
“No. You’ve been tested as the centuries passed. Supposedly, to give you a fighting chance when the prophecy came to be.”
“What are we to do? Become the pampered pet of some monarch?” Asa asked while he licked a fang.
“Maybe we’ll become the monarch’s champion, killing any who try to betray him,” Rada threw out.
“With our luck, we’ll spend several centuries as slaves. Thanks, Silas, but we’ve been there, done that,” Lael told him. If he never saw another whip or executioner’s blade it would still be too soon.
“Wrong, all three of you are wrong. Before you ask, I don’t have the answer. Why would the gods give me information that will help you? I think this prophecy is just one of their ways of having fun at your expense.”
“They really are… ”
“Don’t say it,” Asa interrupted Lael. “The last thing we need is to remind them that we live.”
“Let me get this right,” Lael said, looking at Silas. “The ward is down. Humans can see into our town and may even be able to stumble their way in. We are living in some prophecy that you think is funny. We’ve been cut off from the in-between, and we have to figure this out while being visible to the humans. Did I cover it all?”
“No. You may have not realized it yet, but you are no longer invisible, and you’re in the form of males. Hot, sexy males.”
Lael jumped to his feet, ignoring Silas, who always preferred the male form to the female. He rushed to a mirror, his brothers on his heels. He had forgotten what he looked like as a flesh and blood male.
“What the fuck?”
Rose drummed her fingers against the steering wheel as she hummed to a song on the radio. She raised her eyes to the rearview mirror needing to assure herself for the thousandth time that no one followed her. Was she paranoid? A snort came out as she answered herself with a loud resounding yes. That’s okay though, it was better to be paranoid and alive than clueless and dead.
She gave herself a good pep talk as she decelerated, wanting to read the sign at the side of the road. She wasn’t sure why it caught her attention. There was a small dirt road that seemed to break off from the main highway.
It read Between Heaven and Hell population three thousand three hundred and fifty.
They called their town Between Heaven and Hell? Heck, that’s where she spent most of her life. Wondering if she was making a bad decision, she took the dirt road. She never saw the sign change to read population three thousand three hundred and fifty-one.
She traveled for what felt like a long time through the land that looked like it should be used as pasture for grazing, but there were no animals out. She shrugged; what did a city girl know about grazing? Then she hit the woods or the forest. It was beautiful with trees that reminded her of ones she’d seen on Facebook. They were as tall as the sky with trunks so big you could make them into a house.
When the town came into view, she had to pull over. It was a cross between a medieval village and a futuristic city. How could this place exist? Some stores looked like huts next to stores that were so far advanced she had never seen ones like them in the city. She drove the street slowly as people turned to stare at her.
“Excuse me,” she slowed down. “I’m looking for a hotel, motel, holiday inn.” Her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth when there was no lick of understanding at the old song lyric. “Maybe there’s a bed and breakfast? Some place I can rent a room for a while.”
A small child who she hadn’t noticed stuck his head in the window. “You need to go to the house of the beast. That’s where all new people go.” He flashed her a smile before taking the hand of the woman she thought was his mother.
The house of the beast. It would have been nice if he had pointed it out. She started the car as the desire to run sat on her shoulders. The last thing she wanted was to face another beast. Her life was filled with them. That’s why she decided to run.
She drove around aimlessly, enjoying how the old seemed to meld with the new. When she came to a structure that looked like the cross between a federal building and a mansion, she stopped. Along each side of the steps was a beast out of a horror movie. Pulling the car over, she got out like she was being pulled in. The beasts were cast in black material. They almost looked alive. She went to one, looking at its snarling face. It had fangs that were about six inches long. The statue was huge, and the beast was down on his haunches. How much bigger would it be if the beast were stretched out? The hair on it was wild. What caught her attention was his eyes. The pupils were a vibrant blue with a red circle around them that faded into pink before the white of its eyes took over. She shivered, looking at it. Not it, him. This statue had to be a male. She gave a laugh at her musings. It was apparent that she was feeling free for the first time since she’d been a child.
Her hand went to her throat when the air was cut off. She tried to slow her breathing as her airway was constricted. Please, she begged as her mind swirled, taking her back to another time. Sweat popped on her brow as her heart raged, her chest moving fast under her shirt. Her hand shot out to clutch the beast, trying not to fall.
There was a growl when she touched the beast that forced her to her knees. Tears she refused to cry prickled the back of her eyes as her mind screamed; she was not free. She was trapped again.
A hand touched her. She threw her arms up to protect her face as she crawled along the steps.
“You’re safe.” A rough voice told her.
She looked up to stare into the eyes of the beast.
The tracker is coming and the fate of the world is on the line. The battle they’ve been preparing for is here. Winner take all!
Sena looked both ways before she darted out of her place of safety. When she didn’t see—but more importantly didn’t sense anyone searching for her, she slipped into the mass of humanity, hoping to hide. Her eyes scanned the crowd again. Someone like her could never be too safe. She was one of the stalked. Could she possibly be one of the people who may be able to close the door and stop the tracker? May was the operative word. No one knew who the real person was who could help to save the planet. It didn’t matter; she’d been targeted as one, and nothing would stop them from coming after her until she was dead.
“Running won’t save your life.”
She looked to her side to find a female with bright red hair and green eyes watching her. The woman wasn’t one of the stalked, but she was a human born with greater talents that were unlocked. She looked over her shoulder to find a male with bright red hair and green eyes stalking the female.
There was a nod of her head, more of an understanding of what was happening than anything else. Once a woman like this found her protector, they didn’t let them out of their sight. The woman looking at her was married, more like mated in the old ways before mankind became the civilized beings they were now. Sena took a minute to laugh at that. Her kind was still hungry, greedy, and thirsty for blood. They were no different than in the time of fire and fighting giants much bigger than themselves. The problem now was that they were the giants, so they fought each other. Not that it mattered. It was important they weren’t wiped out of the galactic consciousness before they could pass through this stage of their evolution.
“You’re drawing attention to me.” Sena quickened her pace, hoping to lose the woman and her protector.
“If you believe you’re not being watched, followed, then you’re not worthy of the respect I have for you.”
She gave a quick sigh of acceptance before tucking it away. The woman was right; her senses were not all-knowing or all-encompassing. There were things and people who could hide from her. Those are the ones that had her finding hidey holes. Even though holes like the one she just left would only provide shelter for a day, sometimes a few hours. Her life was one of constant movement. She lived like this for years. Now it was all coming to an end. They would win, or they would die. Either way, her life as a vagabond would be over.
“Then you of all people know why I have to keep running.”
“No army has ever won by turning tail and running.” Her green eyes shined with pity.
Sena bristled, turning away from the woman talking. She didn’t have time for that. The anger she felt made her stop moving.
“Haven’t you heard about fleeing to fight another day?”
“Your anger is misplaced.” The woman knocked her shoulder against Sena’s to get her moving. “I’m not the enemy, and you won’t have another day to fight if you don’t make a stand.”
“What should I do?” She was talking through her teeth. “Maybe dip myself in honey and offer myself up on a platter. Ascendants of darkness here I am, tear me apart. Is that what you want? To see how horrific my death can be?”
The woman said something too low to hear before turning to look at her mate. He gave her a wink and nodded in Sena’s direction. With a sigh she turned back to face the other woman. There were days she felt that too much was being asked of her.
“You’re worse than the fire witch I helped recently.” Sena almost tripped over her feet wondering if this woman knew Isa.
She only knew one fire witch, and she dropped out of her global consciousness a few days ago.
“Do you know where she went?”
“The last time I saw her, she was with her mate. Did they survive what was coming after them?” The woman shrugged; she’d done all she could do. The rest was up to them.
“What do you want from me?” This woman wasn’t going to leave her alone until she said or got what she wanted.
“What do I want from you?” She repeated the question like it was asked in a language she didn’t understand. “I don’t want anything. The people on the streets may feel better if you were gone. The ones you hide among using them as shelter to die like the lambs in a slaughter if you are located here.”
Sena felt a shaft of guilt stake her in the heart. The intensity had been turned up. She felt the end coming, and right now, she didn’t think they were going to win. If she was caught outside with all these people, they—whoever they were wouldn’t think twice of killing them to get to her.
“You’re right, but I don’t know what to do.” She hated to sound so weak and unsure of herself, but the confidence she had weeks ago was slowly seeping out of her. She felt like that army the other woman spoke of. There was no way forward, but retreating was a death sentence.
“Take the advice you gave to your friend.” She held out her empty hand. When it connected with Sena’s, there was a flyer in it. “Don’t wait too long.” The woman turned around, disappearing with her mate into the crowd.
Normal was overrated, Sena reminded herself before folding the paper and placing it in her back pocket. She looked around, trying to decipher the right direction to go. This wasn’t the first time she wished she were gifted with the ability to teleport or with invisibility. It might be the last time. As she watched three men converge on her position from different directions. She moved in the direction that appeared to be free, wondering if it was a trap. Was there a fourth man waiting out of sight to end her life?
Voices raised behind her as the men chasing her started calling out to others to stop that woman. One man reached for her; the woman he was with shook her head. Sena wanted to laugh with joy. The woman’s movement was strong with her. She deliberately dropped her bag in front of the men chasing her, slowing them down. If she had time, she’d take that woman to lunch.
Women like the one that helped her, and men too were the reason she needed to stay alive to fight the tracker. After laying a false sensory direction for those chasing her, she did her best to meld with the shadows as the day lengthened. Taking the long way, she headed for the bus station. It was time to leave this city.
When she entered the bus station, she realized nothing could ever be easy. A man was resting in a chair and she knew instinctively he was looking for someone. Was he looking for her or some vulnerable teen getting off a bus? Sena wasn’t sure, but neither was something she could live with.
Leaving the bus station without raising any suspicion, she went around and entered the back side. It wasn’t used often but was still open to the public. From there, she slipped into the woman’s room. She needed time to think, and so far, the only people who had come after her had been men.
She used the stall and then took her time at the sink. She needed a plan, and nothing was coming to her. There was also the need to buy a ticket for the next bus coming through. It didn’t matter where it was going. Then she needed to find a way to get that male off the streets. It might only be a few days, but every day counted in the life of a teen, in her own also.
“Hi,” the woman standing next to her said.
Sena scanned the bathroom to discover it was only the two of them.
“Hi.” She didn’t want to look suspicious, but people didn’t generally talk to her out of the blue.
“I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, but you look like you’re running or hiding from someone, and I wondered if I could help.”
The woman wasn’t much taller than Sena’s five-six height. She was euphemistically called porcelain; this woman was dark with skin so clear she could have been America’s next supermodel. The woman was slender and looked like she was athletic, while Sena was on the pleasingly plump side. Then she pulled out a badge that made Sena’s heartbeat slow to a normal rhythm.
Should she get the cop involved?
“There’s a man sitting in one of the seats out front. I can’t prove he’s up to no good. He might be looking for a scared teen or me.” She added the last as a test. The woman was acting like she cared, but Sena had been duped before.
The woman didn’t ask why someone would follow her, but she also didn’t say why she happened to be in the bus station.
“Let’s check him out.” They dried their hands and slipped out of the bathroom staying along the side of the wall. When they could see him, Sena stopped to point him out.
“I’ve got him. Go buy your ticket.”
“I can’t let you take him on by yourself.”
“I’ve got back up.” She nodded towards a door where people were flooding in after exiting the bus. A tall black male walked through the doors. Women were tripping over themselves to get a second look at him. He took one look at the woman by her side, and his handsome face glowed, becoming the stuff fantasies were built on.
“Thank you.” She didn’t even know her name.
“Go, no names, just get your ticket for the next bus.” The woman strode toward the man in the seat while Sena stuck to the shadows before mingling with the crowd to get to the counter.
“I need a ticket on the next bus leaving.”
“Destination?” The man behind the counter asked.
“I’m going anywhere and everywhere. Doesn’t matter; just give me the next bus leaving.”
“There’s one loading now. If you hurry, you can catch it.”
She paid, took the ticket, and hurried to the side door. A glance over her shoulder showed the woman taking the man into custody. Her mate was standing back, watching his arms folded over his chest as she dealt with the guy. Sena sent one last longing look at them before looking at the man again. His eyes flashed black as he pinned her with a stare. A shiver of pure terror went down her back. He was after her, and the promise in his eyes said he would find her. She ran to the bus and presented her ticket before taking a seat.
She didn’t rest until they were on the road. When they finally left the city limits without the bus being stopped for mysterious reasons, she gave a sigh of relief. The flyer in the back of her pocket made a noise when she turned. Taking it out, she ran her hand over it, knowing what it would read.
Do you need a mate?
We’ve been connecting lonely, desperate, and much too fat women with mates for years. The skinny need not apply. Skin color no issue; no matter how fat, we have a mate for you. Skinny people need not apply. Call the number below, and we will be in touch with you.
She ran her hand over her pouch, loving the way her stomach looked and felt. She was not fat; she was pleasingly plump and proud of it and didn’t need a dating service. Her friends weren’t fat either, but she steered them in the direction of this service. Before she could crumple the flyer up, the words changed, and she knew they were speaking to her directly.
We have the perfect mate for you. If this is to be your last year on the planet, why be alone?
It was the last year on the planet that did it for her. They were going to lose, and she’d never know what it was like to love and be loved. She pulled out her phone, calling the number. When an answering machine answered, she almost hung up.
My name is Sena…” They hung up on her. With dead silence in her ear, she knew her chances of knowing love were gone.
Isa was desperate to find a way to escape death. She found herself caught in a scheme to embezzle money happening at her job. When she wouldn’t go along with it, someone decided to silence her permanently. Running out of options, she called a number on a flyer. Soon she’d realize that her problems just got a lot bigger.
Kyran never expected to wake from the cryo sleep he was placed in. He woke to the shock of not only having a mate but one whose life was in danger. Now he had to deal with the males who wanted her dead and the threat that was coming for all humanity.
Together they would have to fight two foes if they wanted to keep the ones they loved safe.
Mala never expected her mother to force her hand when it came to taking a husband, but that’s what she was doing. The threat hung over her head find a husband or be disinherited. There was no way her mom was going to run her life. She’d show her! The money would come and go, but she didn’t want to live without her family. What could she do?
When she called a number for a new dating site, she didn’t expect much.
Rykiel was placed in cryo thousands of years ago. He never expected to be woken. When he was, it was to be told that his mate was waiting for him. If he accepted her, his new life on earth would begin.
Neither expected to wake up mated. Now they would have to learn how to live together and what it means to be mated for eternity.
The tracker who glorified in evil was making his way to earth. His sights were set on killing Rykiel and destroying the planet before he went to the next one.
Could Mala and Rykiel not only find love but build a relationship that would stand against what was coming their way?
Readers 18 and older
Nyx hunts the evil that preys on women to atone for a sin that’s not hers. After her last hunt, she’s determined to go into retirement. Meeting Blade a male that’s so obviously alien wasn’t in her plans. When she gets called into the dream corridor to help him fight, retirement is the last thing on her mind.
Blade never expected to be called to Earth. His plans were to die or to fade away until no one remembered his name. That might have happened if he didn’t meet Nyx. Now they have an enemy in the dream corridor and a rising passion between them.
If she can get over her refusal to date an alien male and he can find his soul, they may be able to work together to save the young males of the earth. Times running out and whatever is lurking in the dreams of children are ready to step out of the shadows to destroy the world.
Was it love if it broke the rules? Hope was brought up to believe that love looked a certain way. It acted a certain way, hell it even smelled a certain way. So why didn’t she want the mother approved love she saw on her television screen? Her heart longed for something that she knew the world around her would not accept.
Seth was exiled to this planet for being something he couldn’t change. His option had been the right according to his family. All he had to do was die as he renounced the sin that was buried in his blood and marrow. That would allow others like him both male and female to renounce their wicked ways and to die with the blessing of the great one on them. He chose to keep living.
Logan had a choice, but to him, it was a non-choice. He could renounce Seth and all that he stood for or he could go through the turmoil of living life on the run until he was exiled along with Seth. He chose a life on the run fighting for what was right.
Three people one fatal meeting that will change not only their lives but the shape of the world they live in.
The world will tell you to be content as it steals your joy from you one breath at a time. This is the journey of Hope, Seth, and Logan as they travel to find a different kind of love.
This book is for people who are 18 and older. It is an adult book that features a triad union. It is mmf and mfm. Why? Because people in love touch.
Heaven Can Wait
Neveah was on the run. Her parents didn’t like her lifestyle and were determined to put an end to it. What she didn’t expect was the purple guy with the bedazzled face who said he would help her if she went willingly with him.
Rale was looking for a needle in a storm. A mythical female who his people said didn’t exist and yet he found her on a blue planet. Now he needed her to come willingly.
Julze was the reason for the plan. The people on his planet would call him the wrinkle. He was dying and needed both his mates; a male and a female to save his life and form a stable triad.
Now that they were together, they needed to get to know each other while dealing with pirates and others that wanted to tear them apart. There was a computer with an attitude and more than a little mayhem happening. If they found a way to deal with it, then, in the end, they would find love. Was it worth risking it all for a chance to love?
This book is for people who are 18 and older. It is an adult book that features a triad union. It is mmf and mfm. Why? Because people in love touc
“Hi.” Raphael was in the living room sitting on the floor sifting through a mound of papers. He was dressed almost like her in joggers and a tee.
“Can I join you?”
“Sure, I am trying to find something I only vaguely remember because it’s been roughly three centuries since I last saw it. It might give us a clue to who is targeting you and why.”
“Three centuries? That’s a long life.”
“Most created have much longer lives.”
“But not all?”
“We can die, we have died in wars, sometimes on the job, but that rarely happens. We don’t take jobs we can’t handle.”
“What jobs can’t you handle?”
“I’ve yet to come across one.”
She sucked her bottom lip in her mouth before running her tongue over it. He didn’t say anything just flipped through papers like he was waiting for her to speak.
“The blue alien you turned into…”
“I’m a Dren, the Dren are from planet Drennay.”
“Dren.” She repeated the word liking the way it flowed from her lips. “That is what you are?”
“Sort of.” He sat back ignoring the stack of papers in front of him to get a good look at her. “I’m from a race of people who have been genetically engineered. We call ourselves the created. Not very original, but better than what the scientists who made us called us.”
“What did they call you?” Tendrils of dread went down her spine. She knew she wasn’t going to like this.
“We are called genetic fodder by them only good enough to fight to protect their planet and then to die.”
She was right she didn’t like this. How could they want anyone like Raphael to die?
Julian -The A'rouk Brothers 4
Aliya wasn’t the type to stumble through life blindly. She tiptoed gently with blinders on allowing her to only see what was in front of her. It was supposed to keep her safe.
She forgot when evil came after you it didn’t care about your desire to be safe. It was easy to be in the wrong place at the right time. Now she was paying the price.
They said they wanted her blood, but they really wanted her life.
Julian was getting away from it all. Sometimes there was such a thing as too much family. He dare not say that to his. When you were an alien on an alien planet you were expected to stick close together.
The Earth has been his home for hundreds of years, it no longer felt alien. He struck out on his own and did the last thing his family expected of him—short-order cook for a hole in the wall restaurant—a hole in the wall he loved.
He might have spent the next ten years there if Aliya hadn’t stumbled in starving and looking for a hero. He was no one’s hero, but Aliya could make him believe when she looked at him.
He was fine with letting the Earth battle their own monsters until those monsters came for Aliya. Now he would move not only the Earth but the heavens to keep her safe.
Adult content 18 and older
The Wolf & The Pretender
Werewolves & Mates
The Wolf & The Pretender Book 3
Keva is the mistress of deception. She is the teller of lies. Her adoring fans eat it up coming back for more.
She’s building her empire one block at a time.
Until she feels a tug on her soul from two different males.
One offers to lay the world at her feet, riches, and power. What’s a girl to do when she grew up broke and hungry?
The other offers freedom and maybe the elusive concept of love.
Should she dance while the world burns or try to save it?
Kayden is broken, his mind splintered.
On one mission he defied orders and has been paying ever since.
All he knows are fighting and hunger.
The tug he feels could splinter his mind or piece it together.
His enemy plans to kill him, and he’s not exactly fighting for survival.
Fate screwed them when he met Keva.
Kayden cheated death.
Keva cheated death.
Now death stalks them.
It’s the final act, and someone must die.
Will they stand together or make one of them the sacrificial lamb?
Will love save them or condemn them?
This book is for those 18 and older
Werewolves & Mates
The Wolf & The Psychic – Book 2
Ava was stuck somewhere between being strong, then weak when the voices of those around her overwhelmed her. She was a psychic with strong shields to keep her thoughts to herself but no shields to keep others from blasting her with what they were thinking.
She was also lonely. The dating site was calling her name if nothing else she would get a good laugh out of it. The last thing she expected was a response from Nobody’s Prince. Now she was determined to show him his worth before their time together ran out.
Imagine her surprise when she realized her prince was an alien.
One night was all Locke had to give when he was forced to answer an ad on a dating site. He wasn’t expecting Ava, with her curves and eyes that made his heart melt. He needed to let his little psychic go before she came to the attention of the Shadows.
Then it was too late and the fight was on for her life. The Shadows were determined to kill Ava. Locke was determined to keep her alive. It was a race against time. What would win Love or death?
Win or lose his heart would never be his again.
Hell Hound Central
Cayal: Book One
Ivy was moving (she wasn’t running away from the a**hole who dumped her). Misty Hollow was the perfect place to start over, but she never expected the towns people to act like she was bringing the plague with her.
Then she met Ca’yal, and all bets were off. There was something strange about him and the town. Now she was determined to find out what, hopefully with Ca’yal by her side.
Ca’yal’s life was focused on work, that’s all there was for him. He never expected the female wiggling her rear to capture his attention. Now he can’t stop thinking about her and wondering what if. When she’s attacked by a vampire, everything changes. Now he’d give anything for one more minute with her.
Love might be wonderful if there wasn’t some evil trying to use it against them. If it has its way it will drain them; leaving them a soulless, powerless husk. They have to win, but it’s not that easy. The evil has a catch 22 that will drain them no matter what they do.
When your love has an expiration date is it still worth indulging in? Join Ca’yal and Ivy on a journey to find the answer.
Lyrek brought his people to earth looking for their abraza; the one woman whose melody resides with their own. If they can’t find at least a spark they will leave and continue their search through the galaxy.
Jade’s life is spent working, relaxing, and spending time with friends. She’s given up looking for that special someone. When her best friend invites her to the newest restaurant in town all she hopes for is a decent meal. What she gets are food and Lyrek. She’s finally met someone that makes her want to risk it all.
Jade’s song reaches out to Lyrek, she may be the salvation of his people. He, on the other hand, maybe her death sentence. To keep her alive means to stay away from her.
Jade must risk her life to help his people and her own. Lyrek must risk the one person he never thought he’d find to save his people and hers.
If what they plan doesn’t work, neither will have to worry because another race is coming with intents to kill them all.
In the midst of their race against time is the fact that love keeps calling their names.
Not recommended for those under 18
Kisame was an explorer fighting to explore The Interior, a part of their world that was off limits. This was where the last war happened; it destroyed their lives and their past. She wanted to understand what happened there. She was taught like everyone else it was aliens that came to their planet, although she never believed that history. Finally, she was going to be allowed to explore the forbidden.
Rilan was in hibernation. One day he was the ruler of the most powerful empire on Terra, now he was asleep. A presence he never felt before touched something deep within him waking him up. The pain and anguish he felt waking to an empty world held him in its grip, until he saw her.
Kisame realizes she walked into a conspiracy older than the war that had been fought. Rilan realized that his people were suppressing and denying their ability to shift into their dragon forms. A battle would be fought, but it would begin with them learning that there was no future unless the two of them allowed love to bring them together.
This time there may be another war brewing. If so, it meant death for all and not just the dragon shifters.
Mila spent her life hiding away in and out of hospitals. Only one sister could have a life, and she wasn’t the one that was chosen. Her best friend, her replacement sister invited—ordered her—to move in with her and her family.
It would have been perfect if tall dominant and oh so sexy Slade wasn’t watching her with green eyes sent from the Gods, and a mouth made for sin. Time always felt like it was standing still, now it was rushing to catch her. The enemy that tried to kill her as a preteen was back; now it wanted her and the sister who didn’t know she was still alive.
Could she sacrifice herself again so her sister could live? Or did she finally want a chance at life with the one man who made her feel life was precious?
Slade was a rage-filled male with nothing to look forward to. When they told him that another human female was coming to live with them, he shrugged. What was one more? Then he met her.
Her scent teased her with thoughts of a future that couldn’t be his; Mila was so much more. How could he even want to talk to her when another held his heart for so long? Slade needed to learn how to let go of the past and embrace the future before Mila was forever beyond his reach.
Together they must defeat the horrors of the past if they ever want a future together.
Rylee spent her life running with no intention of staying still until Phoenix walked into her bar. She didn’t know what was drawing her to him, but she wanted to find out. Two years later he was finally ready to talk and more. It may be too late. The evil that has been stalking her found her and now once again her life is in danger.
Phoenix couldn’t stay away from Rylee, and he tried. His heart was whispering mate. He ignored it to watch her from afar. He was going to sacrifice himself for his family to live. He didn’t know what form that would take. He did know a mate would complicate things.
He feared for her life.
She knew they would hurt him trying to get to her.
They each had a reason to stay apart. Time, need, and desire was drawing them together. They either fought together or died alone.