Abducted to Love: The Intergalactic Prince Series (SciFi Alien Romance)

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Synopsis

Waking up aboard and an alien ship with a man straight out of her wildest fantasies seemed like a dream. He was tall, dark and handsome in a way that put the phrase to shame and brought desire roaring to life inside of her. Would the gorgeous Prince be her savior or her downfall as the enemy learned of her existence and made a pact to destroy her?

It was supposed to be her day off today. Andrea had planned to spend the day curled up on her couch with a bag of Cheetos, a series on Netflix and every pillow she could fit on the sectional with her. But that all went downhill quickly when her friend Sherry called and begged her to cover her shift at the bar. The extra money was hard to turn down so she agreed and told Sherry she owed her one for covering for her.

The entire night the raging crowd at Risk had been wild. From the moment the second person climbed on her bar two hours into her shift Andrea knew it was going to be a long night. When will people learn that the bar is not for dancing?

Ryan, the bouncer, had to escort two lovely ladies out early on who had decided to start the party before arriving and hold a very raunchy strip tease over the tap.

In addition to the lesson on banning bar dancing there needs to be a lesson taught about drunken dancing. It's never as seductive as you think it is in your head. Never. That rule is one without exception. You could always tell which girls were wasted versus who had only had one drink and a cranberry sprite.

The night lingered on longer than usual after having to herd the last stragglers from the bar and clean up the destruction from the human whirlwinds that trashed the place regularly every weekend. It was close to four in the morning by the time she got to pack up her purse, find her keys and head out into the twilight of early morning semi-darkness.

Ryan took off a half hour earlier after she convinced him she would be fine closing up. When he got his girlfriend pregnant he had needed to take on another part time job and had to be at work at 7am.

Andrea was always the one to help out her co-workers when they needed it. After her parents moved across the country to retire they were like her second family and the only real connection she had to the place after her latest boyfriend turned out to be a con artist.

Her back was aching and she was looking forward to going home and getting in a hot bubble bath, having some scrambled eggs and passing out in bed for the next eight hours before she had to get up and do it all again. She straightened up and stretched trying to crack her back and get some relief as she dug out her keys from the bottom of her purse.

Since she was the last one out and made sure to turn on the security system and set the alarm before hurrying out the door and turning the locks.

Summer was on it's way in and this spring had been hotter than previous years. It was only early May but the temperatures had been in the 90's. Thankfully they got a break a few days ago after a rainstorm from hell. It was in the mid 50's without the sun and there was a light breeze drifting through the air. Her hair ruffled in the wind and she let it down and enjoyed the way her dark strands wafted around.

Aside from the normal morning dew and the car exhaust there was another smell that was carried on the breeze. She wasn't sure what it was but it reminded her of something from her childhood. Like cedarwood and lemon Pledge...

Andrea looked around the empty parking lot for the source of the smell and saw nothing. Not that she anticipated finding an old cedar chest freshly polished sitting in the back lot of the bar, but she couldn't help but wonder where the smell came from.

She shrugged and pushed the unlock button on her key fob. The feeling that someone was watching her crept over her sending goosebumps in droves down her spine and over her extremities. Looking over her shoulder she thought she saw a shadow move closer to the building but after staring at it for a moment she convinced herself that it was just the shadow of the flag waving on the pole.

"Calm it down, Ande. Nothing out here but you" she coached herself as she sped up her gait.

Just as she rounded the hood of her car another smell hit her. Rum.

"Hm?" she began when the source of the smell jumped up from crouching near her tire and grabbed her around the waist pinning her to the driver's side door of her Camry.

The man was stringy, gangly and looked like he had spent the night in the company of a bottle or two. His eyes shifted between unfocused and intense as he pressed his face closer to hers, inching it to within a hair of her face.

"Let go of me!" She screamed into his face. She hoped if she was loud enough she would startle him and he would let her go. The chances of someone else hearing her cries for help and coming to her rescue at this time of night were slim to none.

The city was dead, it had started dying with the economy years ago. There was one other business and it was a block down with an empty car lot between them.

Her heart was beating out of her chest but she tried to remain calm, at least on the outside. She didn't need this scumbag getting his jollies off on her look of terror.

She looked him over, making sure to get a good look at his face. He was shorter than average, unshaved, thin with baggy jeans and a stained white t-shirt. His light brown eyes were wide and he looked like he had been indulging in more than just Malibu tonight.

He had been in the bar earlier. She remembered him snuggling up to some girl who had not wanted anything to do with him but was using his attention to get free drinks at his expense.

"You need to get off of me. Now." Andrea's tone was no nonsense and straight to the point. He was either going to let her go and walk away or she was going to kick his family jewels back to his great-grandfather.

The creep had given her a bad vibe in the bar earlier and she had kept an eye on where the girl was and if he was harassing her too much.  When he took off she had assumed he packed up his toys and went home when she rejected him.

Apparently he had come outside and hung around for a few hours. How that got past Ryan she wasn't sure. He was usually king of clearing the parking lot of any straggling weirdos.

'Missed one tonight' she thought with annoyance brimming. She figured he was just some drunken scumbag who had gotten a few too many shots of liquid courage in his system and who needed knocked on his ass and a good dose of sense pounded into his dense skull.

"Whassamatta girl? I just want to show you a good time... just wanna show the pretty girl a good time... don't you like to have a good time?" He bantered on.

"No" Andrea responded and tried to wriggle out of his grasp.  His hands were sweaty and his breath in her face was chewing tobacco and rum mixed with gingivitis.

"Come on now, pretty little thing. Come back with me and I'll show you where the real party is. Can't be all work and no play now" spittle flew from his lips and he licked them repeatedly.

There was a canister of pepper spray in her purse. The problem was that her purse was now dangling down by her knee and the way he had her pinned it was going to be next to impossible to get into.

Her fingers stretched searching for feel of leather. Instead she touched the denim of his jeans.

"Oh ho! Someone's horny!" He exclaimed in excitement.

"Dream on, creep" Andrea pulled back her hand and floundered for her bag. Just as her fingertips found the zipper and pressed the bag to the car for leverage he moved her and she lost her grip.

"You want this cock, eh girl?" He asked and let her go with one hand to unzip his pants. "I got a big ole cock. Give it to you right here, right now. You know you want this dick" he talked himself up while he struggled to find the zipper of his ripped and oil smudged jeans.

Andrea took the opening she was given and shoved him as hard as she could with her free arm. Her strength caught him off balance and he tottered backwards tripping over his own feet as he tried to catch himself before he hit the pavement.

Creep looked up at her with a confused expression as if he didn't quite understand how he had ended up on his ass. Confusion quickly turned to anger as he tried to get up when he figured out it was her fault he was down there.

Andrea grabbed the door handle and was almost in the car when he grabbed her by her ponytail and drug her back out tossing her to the ground like a doll.

She could see her keys near the other end of the car. She didn't even realize she had dropped them in the struggle. The car wasn't going to get her very far without them even if she had made it into the car.

Creep was on top of her. His dirty hands grabbing her breasts, pulling up her shirt and revealing her bra.

"Mmm girl look at them titties!" He was nearly salivating over her and Andrea's level of disgust was teetering toward vomiting.

"Hands off, Asshole!" she yelled and tried to roll her body from under his. Even though he was skinny, he was heavier than she thought he would be.

The blow to her face turned her head in an explosion of pain and shock. His balled fist hit her cheekbone and before she had a chance to recover from the punch his hands were around her throat.

"I'll take what I want from you, whore!" He yelled into her face while his boney fingers gripped her windpipe. "And you're gonna give it to me or you're gonna die tonight!"

Just as she was about to blackout and accept that she was going to be choked to death in a dirty bar parking lot by a drugged up creep out for revenge on women the smell of cedar came over her again.

'I guess this is what death feels like' she thought and let her mind go as she inhaled the smell and found peace in it's comfort. She even stopped feeling the creep's hands around her throat. It was like coming back to life; it was like water after a parching drought. The air tasted sweeter, the smell of cedar was everywhere around her, enveloping her in it's soothing scent.

Andrea opened her eyes and it was still dark, but not complete darkness like she thought Purgatory or some place like that would be... no... she was still in the parking lot as Risk.

Moving her head to the right she could see that Creep was about ten feet away flat on his back and not moving. She wondered what had happened.