Abducted
Alien Mate Index, #1
by Evangeline Anderson
Publication date: June 11th 2016
Genres: Adult, Romance, Science Fiction
by Evangeline Anderson
Publication date: June 11th 2016
Genres: Adult, Romance, Science Fiction
BLURB
My name is Zoe McKinley. I have a
boring life, an awful job, and a boss that throws staplers at my head. What
could be worse?
How about being abducted by
Aliens?
Being dragged through a mirror,
naked and screaming, onto an extraterrestrial ship was bad. Finding out I had
been sold to a huge alien male who looks like the Devil was worse. But learning
he wanted to trade me to an intergalactic petting zoo was the worst of all!
Now I’m whizzing through the
galaxy with a robot butler, a trio of nib-nibs (they’re like tiny green
monkeys) and one huge, muscular, and very grumpy alien. The clothing they gave
me shows all my lady-bits, the food-sim makes banana cream pie that tastes like
sauerkraut, and Sarden, my captor, is too hot to stay mad at, even if he is a
jerk.
In fact, I think I might be
falling for him.
What’s a girl to do? It’s all in
a day’s work when you’ve been…Abducted.
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The alien
face looked at me speculatively. It was male—that much was clear. Strong
features and gold eyes with vertical pupils like a cat’s stared back at me. He
had cheekbones sharp enough to cut yourself on and a nose that looked like it
had been broken at least once. A neatly clipped mustache and goatee framed
sensual lips that looked cruelly amused. He had dark red skin—almost maroon—I
could see a lot of that because he appeared to be wearing a black, wife-beater
type t-shirt that left his muscular arms bare.
Actually,
except for the cat eyes and red skin, he looked strangely human. Well, except
for the horns.
Did I
mention he had freaking horns?
Because
he did—little short, sharp pointed ones, growing out either side of his
forehead—right at his temples.
I stared
at them, dumbfounded, unable to speak for a moment. And that’s unusual for me
because I’m almost always shooting off my mouth.
All I
could think was, the Devil. Oh my God, the
freaking Devil was staring at me from the mirror of the handicapped bathroom at
Lauder, Lauder and Associates and I had no idea what to do.
My mind
started going over all the things I’d done wrong recently. Okay, I might have
fudged a little on my taxes. Using my laptop to check reports while I lay on
the couch watching Sherlock reruns on Netflix counts as having a
home office—right? And then there was the time I accidentally shoplifted a pair
of socks. I forgot I had them in my hand and walked right out of the store with
them. And then I was too embarrassed to bring them back so I guess I basically stole them but I didn’t mean to so—
Suddenly,
the Devil spoke, ending my train of thought as thoroughly as though it had run
into the side of a mountain.
“Yes,” he
said in a deep, growling voice. “She is the one.”
The one
for what? The one to drag straight down to Hell and poke in the ass with a
fiery pitchfork? Oh my God, was cheating on my taxes and shoplifting socks that bad?
“I…I’m
sorry,” I stuttered but just then another voice—a piping, high voice like a
Disney animal—answered him.
“If you
are certain this female is the one Your Eminence requires, than I shall begin
the transport at once.”
Transport?
What Transport? Instinctively, I began backing away from the haunted mirror to
Hell but then the swirling started again. And this time there was a wind that
went with it.
A
sucking, howling wind that dragged at me, pulling me towards the mirror.
“Help!” I
screamed, or tried to scream, anyway. My voice was lost in the vortex as I was
pulled closer and closer to the mirror.
My feet left
the floor and I put out my hands, trying to stop my forward momentum. My phone
clattered into the sink and I could hear Leah and Charlotte shouting on the
other end of it but their voices seemed tiny and distant.
My hand
connected to the mirror…and sank into it. I gasped in fear as I saw first my
hand and then my whole arm swallowed up in the swirling psychedelic colors. My
other hand and arm followed and suddenly the mirror was right in front of my
face.
And then
I felt myself getting sucked in completely. Lauder, Lauder and Associates
disappeared and the last thing I heard was my two best friends frantically
screaming my name.
Then…nothing.
Who knew
the gateway to Hell was located in the employees’ bathroom?
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Author Info
Evangeline
Anderson is the USA Today and NYT Best Selling Author of the Brides of the
Kindred, Alien Mate Index, and Born to Darkness series. She is thirty-something
and lives in Florida with a husband, a son, and two cats. She had been writing
erotic fiction for her own gratification for a number of years before it
occurred to her to try and get paid for it. To her delight, she found that it
was actually possible to get money for having a dirty mind and she has been
writing paranormal and Sci-fi erotica steadily ever since.
You can find her online at her website www.evangelineanderson.com
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