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Authors: Pixie Moon
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Hide to Stay Alive (Club Release 1)
HIDE TO STAY
ALIVE
Club Release 1
PIXIE MOON
Copyright
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HIDE TO STAY ALIVE
Club Release 1
Copyright © 2015 by Pixie
Moon
First Publication: May
2015
Cover design by Pixie
Moon
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© 2015
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DEDICATION
To my husband and children
for all their crazy support. Love you guys!
A shout-out goes to writer
Alexander Bettin for helping with the weapons and to Kara, Jesse
and Alexander for their helpful input!
To John Alvarez for working
on my tattoo so I can look good at the next convention I go
to!
And to all the people who
love a juicy alien story—I’m with ya!
BLURB
Year: 5005 This is a Scifi
Alien Romance!
~ Hallie Mead ~
I get the crap scared out of me when an alien
lands on earth and starts chasing me. My breath saws in and out of
my lungs as I run for my life. A sudden sting in my leg proves I’ve
been hit. Earth is a mess, but that doesn’t mean I want to be
kidnapped by aliens and taken from it.
The cage I wake up in has
me silently screaming. Fear becomes my constant companion…until I
see him. I’m inexplicably drawn to him. Will the muscular alien
protect me from my captors? Does he desire me the way I desire
him?
~ Din Zar TocGar ~
A loud commotion from the sell-block nearby piques
my interest. Have these aliens captured something of great interest
or is it just another fight among bestial beings?
I scan the rough crowd
until my gaze lands on her. My heart pounds wildly as she gains my
full attention. Passion fires my blood. I must have her. I’m not
leaving this planet without the little human. She is mine to
rescue…mine to protect…mine to mate.
HIDE TO STAY
ALIVE
Club Release 1
Pixie Moon
CHAPTER
1
~ Hallie Mead ~
♥
Earth 5005
“
Food!”
The sight of trees loaded
with pecans has me dropping to my knees and kissing the
ground.
I don’t kiss it for long
though. The growling of my stomach has me scrambling around picking
up as many pecans as I can. As I look around for other people, I
quickly load the pockets of my cargo pants. I think about putting
some nuts in my backpack, but the growling of my stomach has me
stopping and eating a few of them.
The nutty flavor is
something I savor for as long as I can. With Earth being such a
mess, food is scarce. While chewing on another treasured pecan, I
look around. The grove looks healthier than any I’ve seen in a long
time. Okay, these trees are the best ones I’ve ever
seen.
Plopping down on the
grass, I let my fingers run through the thickest grass I’ve ever
encountered. Sleeping on it will be like resting on a
cloud.
It’s almost as if the
global warming of the Earth hasn’t affected this area. My stomach
slowly starts churning. This is too good to be true. Standing, I
inch closer to the trunk of the tree I’m under and look around.
Surely there has to be others around. Slowly, I circle the healthy
trunk. Nobody seems to be around.
Needing to know more, I
glance around one more time and then start to climb the tree. My
pants make scratching sounds as my legs hug the tree while I inch
my way up to the bottom branches. I hope nobody hears
me.
Once I’m safely up in the
branches, I look around. Moving from branch to branch, I thoroughly
inspect the area. Not a single person is within sight. This
mystifies me. Not the lack of humans because there aren’t a lot of
us left. What bothers me is the fact that none of the others have
found this grove of food trees and camped within it. Now that’s
strange.
“
Stop being a Negative
Nancy,” I softly say out loud. The sound of my voice is no stranger
to me. Most of my time is spent alone. After a few attempted rapes
and muggings, I’ve decided that living by myself is much better
than living in a camp with crude dirty males who only want to rut
between my legs or steal my backpack. I’ve seen plenty of sex and
violence. I don’t want any part of either one. The thought of the
last yellow-toothed male leering at me makes me shudder.
Thinking of the males and
some of the crazy females I’ve had the displeasure of meeting makes
me look around once again. This is a dog eat dog world.
I still don’t see anybody.
Not even from a distance. Deciding to be thankful for my good
fortune, I lean back against a thick branch and eat a few more
pecans. This is such a pretty place. I decide to stay for as long
as I can. I hang out in the shade of the canopy of leaves until the
sun starts to hang low in the sky.
After looking around once
again and seeing nobody, I begin climbing down the tree. My bare
feet and strong arms safely get me to the ground. The water I’ve
been hearing draws me. After picking up my backpack, I start
cautiously walking toward the sound of running water.
The half mile walk ends up
being totally worth it. Clear water is lazily flowing downstream. I
want to jump right in but know I can’t. I look around, put my
backpack down, and then climb a tree. All I see are pretty green
trees surrounded by luscious green grass. Looking down and to the
right, I see nothing but sparkling water.
“
Hell yeah, this place has
the potential to be our new home,” I call down to my backpack.
We’ve been through a lot so I can talk freely to my material
friend. Sometimes I wish my backpack could talk back.
A disgusted snort escapes
me.
Get a grip, Hallie Mead. Your parents
are gone and you have no friends. Life on Earth sucks and you damn
well know it.
You don’t need people to
talk to, you just need food and shelter
, my
logical side ruthlessly points out.
At times like these, I
hate my logical side. That doesn’t mean she hasn’t saved my life
several times. That’s the reason I listen to her. I’m not a total
fool. My parents weren’t either. At the remembrance of my parents,
tears well in my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall.
Hide to stay
alive
, whispers through
my mind. It’s one of the most important lessons my parents drilled
into me. For them, I’ll do whatever it takes to stay
alive.
I climb down the tree and
slowly approach the water. The grass is thick under my feet. As I
cup my hands and take a drink, I steadily look around. Even if this
place seems to be free of people that doesn’t mean a hungry wolf’s
not lurking around waiting for a meal. I’d make a good meal for a
lone wolf and an okay meal for two or three wolves.
The warm water tastes
good. Real good. I splash some on my face and then look around. No
animals or people are in sight. Unable to stop myself, I step into
the water and began cleaning the dust and grime off my clothes. My
toes sink into sand. Joy fills me at the discovery that the river
bottom isn’t made of mud. I reach down and grab a handful of the
gritty stuff and then start cleaning my hair.
Once my hair is clean, I
look around again. You can’t be too careful. Nobody is in sight so
I begin cleaning my clothes and skin as best I can. A cloud of sand
floats around me in the water. I mourn the loss of the clear water.
So few things in this life are clean.
“
Buck up, girl,” I tell
myself in a nice firm tone. Looking around at the lovely sights
that surround me, I let the stress inside me float away.
The feel of silky water
gliding over my body lightens my heart. “I wish you could come in,
Backpack,” I call to my only companion.
Happy for the first time
in a long time, I start swimming around. The pure joy of being free
settles over me. When my muscles ache from swimming back and forth
across the slow moving water, I stop and begin floating. At this
precious moment, I feel light and free. I let my mind go blank as I
look up at the cloudless sky.
When darkness dims the
evening sky, I swim to the bank and reluctantly get out of the
water. Moving to my backpack on silent feet, I look around once
again and then bend to pick up my pack. “Let’s go back to the pecan
trees and stay there tonight.”
My clothes are no longer
dripping by the time I reach the grove. Wanting to be dry, I shed
my damp pants and shirt and then put on my only other set of
clothes.
Feeling relaxed and a
little happy, I pick up some more pecans and shove them into the
pockets of my cargo pants. Better safe than sorry. If I have to run
from this place I plan on taking as much food with me as I can. A
pecan falls from my overloaded pocket. It feels good to have this
much food. To stay on the safe side, I pick some more nuts and put
them in my backpack.
