Authors: Tara Nina Jaid Black Leora Gonzales Laurann Dohner
Book five in the Zorn Warriors series.
Lynn is tracking a dangerous, wounded animal, which turns
out to be a big, sexy alien instead.
he’s the hottest guy she’s ever
Coto’s trip to Earth takes a dangerous turn. He is attacked and
injured. The only high point is the courageous woman who tends his wounds. Coto
desires her and he will never let her go.
Sequel to Bridal Pact
Andi signed up for the Bridal Pact, but what with having to
dissolve her possibly sabotaged mismatch
being kidnapped by extremists
determined to wreck the Earth-Phaeton warrior alliance, her space adventure sucks
big-time. But before she can catch the next shuttle back to Earth, she’s
claimed by two new suitors, the dominant Rodin and the happy-to-try-it Tamin.
The doctors come as a pair, one warrior providing the
discipline she didn’t know she craved and the other lightening her bruised
heart. But bonding to not one but two alien warriors? If only Andi dares to
No Way Out: Kari
Story 11 in the series Trek Mi Q’an.
Can be read
as a stand-alone, but we recommend you read the stories in sequence for maximum
Whisked from Earth to the matriarchal planet of Galis by
forces unknown, Kara Summers finds refuge in the mountainous crystal fortress
of the Gy’at Li sector. Taken in and renamed Kari by the sector’s High Mystik,
she spends seventeen years being honed into a formidable warrior. Sent to
Crystal City to complete her training, Kari Gy’at Li knows there is one species
of male she must avoid at all costs because of their proclivity for stealing
women—the warriors of Tryston. When Kari is hunted by an eight-foot-tall
muscled warrior, she realizes what she must do—vanquish the predator or become
his is the backstory on Kari and Death; their
full story will be told over the course of the next three books.
Paoni Warrior Shia must capture or kill Kal, an escaped
Lanius—the worst of alien criminals—but she has no idea who she is truly up
Kal knows his imprisonment was unjustified. Turning the
tables, he takes Shia captive, igniting her curiosity and a lust she can’t
control. But siding with him will put both her heart and her life on the line.
Reader Advisory: These stories have graphic sexual language
and scenes—no closed bedroom doors (or other rooms) here!
adult sci fi romance
from Ellora’s Cave
By Laurann Dohner
By Leora Gonzales
By Jaid Black
By Tara Nina
Lynn wanted to just shoot the prick who was standing about
five feet to her left. Jimmy Morgan was absolute scum in her book. She resisted
the urge. She couldn’t afford to lose her job or get arrested when his uncle
found out what she’d done. Lynn had to take a deep breath to calm her boiling
temper as she crouched beside the remains of what used to be four dogs. She
glared at Jimmy, refusing to look away.
“Let’s just cut the bullshit, asshole. You know your mayor
uncle isn’t going to allow anyone to arrest your dumb ass so you might as well
just tell me the truth. What is out here that did this to your dogs?”
“I’d tell you if I knew,” he ground out.
Lynn straightened to her feet and wanted to kick him square
in the nuts. “You made these poor dogs mean and you turned them loose on your
property to protect your pot plants that everyone pretends you aren’t growing.
What else did you get to help guard your crops? It killed all four of your best
guard dogs, Jimmy. It’s out of control, isn’t it? Is that why you called me in
to clean up your mess? I’m animal control but this…” She gestured at the four
torn-up dogs. “This was done by a large animal. Is it a bear? A lion? What did
you bring here?”
“I didn’t!” he yelled. “I just had the dogs. I don’t have a
clue what did this. Do you think I’d call you if it was mine? I don’t want
anyone nosing around my place. They might want to steal my pot.”
The man’s stupidity amazes me.
“Growing it is
illegal. Of course, you could probably state that you murdered someone and your
uncle wouldn’t allow anyone to arrest your worthless butt. Now you want me to
track down whatever did this and take care of that problem for you?” She raised
her hand and gave him the middle finger. “Not a chance.” She spun around and
“Damn it, Lynn. You can’t do this. What if it kills me or
one of my friends? How will you feel then?”
She paused by her SUV to face him and met his gaze with a
cold smile. “Um…let’s see. You’re the guy who takes cute little puppies and
turns them into vicious killers just for the sake of protecting your illegal
drug operation. I wouldn’t shed a tear, Jimmy. Not a one. Yeah, that’s a way to
get to me. Make me ponder the concept of a few less assholes in the world.” She
loudly snorted. “I’m out of here.”
“I’ll call my uncle,” the jerk threatened. “I’ll have you
fired before you even reach town if you leave. You need to track down what did
this and kill it.”
Frustration roiled through her. She knew he’d do it and that
his uncle would pull every string to get her canned. She had a house payment
and jobs were nearly impossible to find within a hundred miles of Green Bend.
That’s what she got for growing up in a small town in the middle of a wooded
area—dealing with assholes and a bad job market.
“Get out of my sight and tell your two loser friends to stay
out of my way too.”
“Not a problem. We’ll go smoke some dubbies and watch porn.”
“Sick pervert,” she muttered.
She opened the back of her vehicle and lifted out her
tranquilizer gun, grabbing the tranquilizer-dart bag as well. She wasn’t into
killing animals, hoping to dart them instead and relocate them where they’d be
safe. It was always preferable to take them deeper into the woods where they
would thrive. Whatever had killed the dogs had probably been cornered and
fought its way free.
She tugged on her jacket last, studied the sky, and took
note that only a few hours remained before the sun set. Her father had raised
her alone and had taught her to be an excellent tracker. He’d dragged her out
into the woods every weekend to hunt something, depending on the season. At
sixteen she’d finally put her foot down. She hated killing animals, instead had
wanted to protect and save them.
Lynn returned to the scene of the crime, carefully expanding
the search for clues of what had killed the dogs. Their throats had been torn
into, leaving deep, vicious wounds. It came as a shock when she located a new
set of prints. They weren’t from an animal but instead what she guessed to be
about a size-sixteen boot. From the size of the boots she assumed it had to be
a man. The grooves were deep in the soft dirt, letting her know the person
weighed over two hundred pounds. It put a whole new spin on the situation.
She considered returning to the truck but the blood on the
ground looked fresh. She guessed it had happened less than an hour before. One
more visual scan of the area revealed a large, bloody handprint on a tree trunk
about ten feet away. Whatever had killed the dogs appeared to have been an
animal with sharp teeth but the clues weren’t adding up anymore. She’d gone
from tracking something with four legs to something on two.
DEA agents might want to see if the rumors about Jimmy were
true. That concept left her feeling cold. Maybe one of them had come on Jimmy’s
land to take a look-see. It made sense. A local resident would know to avoid
Jimmy’s property. It would have to be an outsider—someone who was unaware of
how insane Jimmy could be, or of the danger of being torn to bits by his
vicious guard dogs.
She picked up her pace, wanting to find the person quickly.
He’d need medical attention and help escaping the area. Jimmy was stupid enough
to kill an agent to evade arrest, but his uncle couldn’t control the DEA.
She lost the blood trail when she came to heavy brush but
spotted a drop of red in the direction of the river. She could hear the rushing
water and figured it would only be logical for an injured person to be drawn
Jimmy’s fence blocked her way to the water. She studied it.
Blood smeared the low tree branch next to the metal barrier and there was more
on the ones that extended beyond, indicating how the man had left the property.
She climbed the tree too, and dropped the five feet to the
ground below when she cleared the fence. Boot prints were just inches from her
own where she landed. Avery Johnson was blind and older than dirt. He didn’t
shoot at trespassers. It meant she didn’t have to worry about notifying him
that she’d had to make an unexpected entry onto his land.
The person she tracked had gone into the river. A visual
scan of the other side of the bank revealed where he’d gotten out. Some of the
bushes had broken branches. It meant she would have to cross to follow.
There was less than an hour of light left. He might die
overnight if he didn’t get medical attention. She dug out a large plastic
evidence bag from her utility belt, and shoved her shoes, socks and belt
Lynn stripped down to her bra and panties, rolled her
clothes into a tight ball, pressed them into the bag, and sealed it. She didn’t
want to suffer the discomfort of soaking-wet clothing after dark. A string of
curses hissed past her lips when the icy water hit her bare flesh. The person
she trailed had better be really hurt and be DEA. Otherwise she would be angry
for going to all that trouble. She walked deeper into the swift current and
held her tranquilizer gun over her head in one hand, her bag with the other.
The current tore at her body, knocking her off her feet. She
swam and managed to keep a death grip on the gun and sealed floating bag. She
made it across the river, but was out of breath as she forced her tired limbs
to crawl up the embankment onto the thick moss between two big bushes. She
collapsed on her butt and panted, attempting to catch her breath as she unwound
the strap from her wrist. She tossed her useless tranquilizer gun a few feet
away to drain the barrel on the slant of the embankment.
Lynn shivered hard, hugged her body, and ignored the way her
teeth chattered. She finally recovered enough to stand and bend over to
retrieve her clothes from inside the evidence bag. They appeared dry. The seal
A low growl sounded from behind her as she faced the river.
Fear jolted through her. A vicious dog had just snarled, if her ears weren’t
deceiving her. It was really close. She guessed it was a big dog too. Her
utility belt and weapons were buried at the bottom of the bag her hand rested
on. No way could she grab her Taser or even the mace in time if it attacked.
The clothes were in the way.
It’s just not my day.
Jimmy obviously had more than four dogs and one had escaped
his property to chase whomever it had attacked earlier. Her gaze lifted to the
moving water. She could dive into the water and pray the mean mutt wouldn’t
come in after her but she doubted that plan would work. It had already swum
“So fucked,” she mouthed quietly, holding very still.
Another growl came from behind her. It was closer. She just
knew it would lunge and bite into her butt at any second. Her only option was
to attempt to startle the thing. It might be confused long enough for her grab
a weapon. She scanned the ground to her right and left, spotting the
tranquilizer gun. She could use it as a bat if she could get to it in time.
She spun and straightened to her full height. The shout
burst from her throat louder than she imagined it would. It came out more of a
shriek. She pitched the bag at the first thing her gaze focused on. Shock tore
through her as the bag struck a big man in the groin area. He grunted loudly as
he doubled over and just collapsed to the ground on his hands and knees.
Lynn stood there staring, frozen, her gaze locked on the
downed man. She noticed a lot of naked, golden skin. He had broad shoulders and
really muscular arms bracing his upper body. Long, silvery-blond hair spilled
all the way to his hands. Blood smeared one arm and she noticed more injuries
when she was able to take a hesitant step forward to get a better view of him.
He’d been attacked by dogs. It was easy to identify the
bites by sight and he had more than a few of them. One arm was torn up under
his elbow, another bite on his other arm by his wrist. That hand was covered in
blood. She saw more injuries on his legs. It was a miracle he’d made it that
far without passing out.
“Oh my god,” she gasped, rushing at him without giving it a
thought. “You’re seriously hurt.”
He raised his head slowly, his chin lifted, but most of his
features were covered by his long hair. One eye peeked at her through it. Her
knees felt weak when she halted, staring at him. It was the most striking,
prettiest eye she’d ever seen. The blue of it was almost neon and swirls of
silver ran through the iris like tiny streaks of lightning.
He growled softly. The strange sound startled her but then
she realized how much pain he had to be in. The fact that she’d nailed him hard
with her bag must have hurt too since she’d knocked him to his knees. She
“It’s okay.” She softened her tone as if he were a skittish
kitten, something with which she had a lot of experience, in her line of work. “I’m
with animal control and I’m going to help you.” The amount of blood on the
ground alarmed her.
She slowly lowered to her knees in front of him. His injures
looked bad and they actively bled. “My name is Lynn. I don’t have a first-aid
kit but I can tear up my shirt to make bandages. We need to stop the bleeding
He watched her with that one beautiful eye. His hair was wet
near the ground where he’d been in the water but he had thick, beautiful
tresses. Her assumption that he was DEA strengthened. She’d heard some of them
grew out their hair to fit in better with the criminals they had to deal with.
This guy must have been going for the heavy-metal look and it meshed with Jimmy’s
taste in friends.
She twisted a little to grab her bag. “I’m going to patch
you up and go for help. There’s no cell signal this far out. I’m sure you’re
aware of that by now.” It would only make sense that he’d try to call 911. “There’s
a cabin a few miles from here. Avery has a landline. I’ll go there and lead the
paramedics back to you. You look too hurt to make it on your own steam and no
vehicles can drive this close to the river. There’s too many trees and the
terrain is rough. We’ll have to carry you out on a stretcher.”
She dumped out the contents of her bag. Her hands trembled
as she opened her utility knife and began the process of slicing her shirt into
strips. He didn’t talk at all and it worried her. She’d dealt with plenty of
injured animals but it was different looking at mangled human flesh. The sight
made her feel a little queasy. She wrapped his wrist first, tying the ends of
the cloth strip tightly to apply a little pressure to the bleeding wound. He
allowed it, not flinching away or trying to stop her.
“It’s going to be okay,” she reassured him. “I need access
to all the bites. Can you lean back a little and maybe pull your hair out of
He hesitated but then shifted from his crouched position to
fall onto his ass, turning his face away as he stretched out flat on his back.
Lynn bit back a gasp. He wore very small underwear, unlike anything she’d ever
seen. Leather covered his groin. There wasn’t a fly or buttons down the front,
just an almost invisible strap at the side. She shifted her gaze away to take
in his upper body. He was in such good shape that she could see every
impressive muscle displayed over his stomach. He lifted one arm and placed his
hand over his face. It was probably to stifle groans of pain.
Okay, so the guy wears leather Speedos. No big deal.
She focused on his thighs. He had two more bite marks, one on the outside of
his left leg, just above the knee and the other on the inside of his right
thigh, high up. She grimaced, acknowledging that it was lucky the guy didn’t
wear boxers. That bite was so close to his kinky shorts that the dog might have
nailed his nuts if they’d been dangling a little in looser material.
“What’s your name?” She used most of the remaining shirt to
wrap around his thigh by his knee. He shifted the leg, lifting it for her to
slide her hands under him to tie off the material. “Do you feel all right?” His
skin was hot to the touch. “I think you’re running a fever.”