Maggie's Abduction (Siren Publishing Classic)
Maggie’s Abduction
Maggie's night couldn't get much worse. She'd been dragged by her skinnier and cuter best friend to a bar to meet a blind date. Then, she's drugged and wakes to find herself on a ship as a sexual submissive to a massive, feline humanoid. After being stripped naked and terrified, she finds herself tied to a bed that belongs to war prisoner Raharan, the golden-eyed alien that's been given Maggie as a distraction.
She finds that being submissive to him opens her eyes to love and an amazing sex life. When more of his kind attack the ship to free their brethren, Maggie finds herself coveted by another. Will she be destined to act as the slave for another, or will Raharan find and save her in time?
Genre:
Contemporary, Science Fiction
Length:
23,863 words
Lea Barrymire
EROTIC ROMANCE
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MAGGIE’S ABDUCTION
Copyright © 2012 by Lea Barrymire
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1-61926-438-2
First E-book Publication: April 2012
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“Please, Maggie, don’t go home yet. I just got you here and you need a night out.” Samantha leaned over their table, yelling loud enough to make herself heard over the techno music thumping through the bar. She batted heavily coated eyelashes and pushed her bottom lip out. “Pretty please will you stay?”
Maggie sighed. She hated bars, hated this type of music, and wasn’t really fond of her best friend at the moment. A smoky haze hung just below the ceiling, making the large room feel claustrophobic. The strobing lights shone like lasers through the smoke. The music was generic, loud, and lyrically challenged. Maggie couldn’t figure out why anyone would want to come to this place for anything other than a headache or a chemically induced buzz. Tomorrow’s tests loomed heavily in her mind as she sipped at her beer. Never again, she promised herself. Never again would she give into the puppy dog eyes and let Sam drag her to another bar in search of Mister Right. He didn’t exist. Maggie knew that with absolute certainty. Too many Mr. Rights had turned into Mr. Assholes for her tastes.
She glared at Sam, blue eyes flashing. “Look, Sam. I have two midterms tomorrow morning, and I really don’t want to be here. If I knew you were trying to set me up on a blind date, I would’ve given you a resounding
NO
. I’m not dating, you know that. I’ve sworn off males. I’m going to take off and spend the next few hours studying. Call me in the morning and let me know how it went, but I’m not staying here.”
“Please, Mag? Mike isn’t like those other guys. He’s nice. You’ll like him, I promise. And, to be honest you could use a good lay. Geez, I mean, really. You are the only twenty-four-year-old I know that is already a spinster. How long are you going to punish yourself for getting involved with that asshole Bart?” Sam grabbed Maggie’s arm and fluttered long lashes coated in a pound of mascara at Maggie. A pouty, lipsticked bottom lip stuck out, capping off the begging look. “Pwetty pwease stay with me.”
“Ugh. Sam, I hate you right now.” Maggie pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes with a scowl. “Fine, I’ll stay for a few minutes. But the first time he tries to touch me, or makes some stupid comment, I’m out of here. I don’t want to get laid. I just want to be by myself and not worrying about some jerk and his comments about me.”
“Thank you, thank you…thank you. I owe you big time.” Sam grabbed Maggie in a bear hug. She gasped excitedly and looked over Maggie’s shoulder. “Oh, here they come now. Mike is the blond. Derek is the one with glasses. I met him yesterday at the coffee shop. He ordered his coffee exactly like I did. Aren’t they yummy?”
Maggie turned and watched two beautiful male specimens wind their way toward the table. Mike was gorgeous in a surfer kind of way. All blond, tanned, and buff. He checked out every pair of breasts as he walked by and licked his lips as he looked down the cleavage of one of the servers. Yep, real nice, she thought with a groan.
She glanced down at her ample chest and rounded stomach as she once again felt her insides drop in rejection. She was too round for most men her age. She didn’t look like a model, didn’t dress in sexy clothes, and definitely didn’t meet the ideal stereotype for men like Mike. Being five seven and close to a size 14 taught her many lessons in the shallowness of the human race. With a sigh, she stood and grabbed her purse.
“I’m out of here, Sam. He’s definitely not worth a sleepless night. I’ve got studying to do. Call me in the morning so I know you made it home okay.” With a quick hug and a finger wave, she walked toward the door. Guilt flowed through her when she saw the pleading look Sam threw her. She wouldn’t stay and be humiliated again. No one, not even her best friend, was worth the pain of watching another guy scan her and dismiss her because of her extra weight or the plain clothes she wore.
With a quick push, she found herself in the crowded parking lot in front of the bar. A blast of cool night air made her shiver as it moved over her skin. The bar had been stifling with both heat and a menagerie of perfumes. The breeze carried nothing but the smell of fall and impending snow. Maggie pulled a deep breath into her lungs and held it like a smoker, trying to clear out the pungent smells from the bar. Quick steps took her to the sidewalk and into the night. She lived four blocks from the techno bar and knew that in fifteen minutes she would be home in her pajamas, studying for her cell biology midterm.
She was so close to graduating and finally being able to use her brains for something other than writing term papers. Next semester she would be student teaching. She already knew that teaching was the right move, and it would give her a chance to share her love for science. Everyone laughed when she told them she was going to teach Biology in a high school someplace, but she loved it. She loved watching students get engaged in some crazy activity she had created. The years of school and working crappy jobs to pay for her apartment were all going to be at an end. The light at the end of the tunnel was definitely more than a pinprick.
For two blocks she just focused on the night. Maggie loved the nighttime. The darkness enveloped her in peace and quiet, hiding her flaws from herself and others. She was pulled from her thoughts by a weird feeling that made the hairs on her neck stand up. Someone was watching her. Fear skated down her spine. With quick and efficient movements, she reached into her purse and fisted the can of pepper spray. She flipped the lock on the nozzle before removing her hand from the bag. She coached herself to keep her cool. She turned to find no one behind her. She stood, rooted to the spot for a few moments, before turning and walking quickly toward her home and safety. The creepy feeling didn’t leave and made her breathing speed up. Adrenaline raced through her bloodstream, speeding her heart rate. She knew someone was back there. She could feel it with every nerve ending. She fought the urge to run the last couple of blocks to her apartment.
By the time she made it to her block, she was almost sobbing with relief. Twenty more steps and she would be to her door, safe and sound. As she stepped into a large shadow, she felt a slight sting to the back of her thigh. She stopped and glanced down to find a small black object clinging to her jeans. Before she could reach down and examine it, darkness encroached on her vision, making her stumble. Disorientation and nausea swirled through her. Darkness played around the edges of her vision until all she could see was a long tunnel of black.
I’ve been drugged
. She gave in and crashed headlong into oblivion.
“I think she is coming around.” A feminine voice floated in the darkness. Maggie couldn’t place the voice as she struggled to wake.
Did I fall asleep on the bus?
Her tongue tasted metallic and thick. She forced her eyes to open, and pain sliced through her brain as bright lights burned into her retinas. A moan forced itself from her throat.
“Hey, relax. You’re going to feel pretty shitty for a while, so take your time waking. Dawn, bring her a drink of water.” The voice still sounded far away but didn’t seem to ring through a tin tunnel anymore. Cool water splashed across and between her dry lips. She swallowed a few times and was grateful for the liquid as it washed some of the nasty taste from her mouth.
