Undaunted (Battle Born Book 6) (26 page)
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Authors: Cyndi Friberg
He sighed and flopped over onto his back. “Now all I have to do is find Paytor and take back control of the
Triumphant
.”
“Piece of cake.” She waved away his concern and scooted closer to his side. “If anyone can do it, it’s you.”
“I appreciate your vote of confidence.”
“Your real challenge is back on Earth.” She bent her knee and rested one of her legs on top of his.
“No doubt.” He absently stroked her knee. “By the time we return, humans will know they’re not alone in the universe. They’ll have seen my first message and learned about Lunar Nine.”
“I can imagine the pandemonium that message will have caused. Social media will blow up the internet.” Berlynn shook her head. “Hopefully, that will be the worst of the fallout, but somehow I doubt it.”
“Raylon will mitigate any violence. Our purpose is not to set Earth on fire.”
“There will be shock, but there will also be excitement,” she predicted. “Many humans already believe in aliens, at least to some extent.”
“And once the reality of aliens has sunk in, I’ll have to convince human females to willingly participate in a breeding program that will mutate their DNA.”
Mirroring his earlier pose, she propped her head up on her hand and looked into his eyes. “No, you’ll explain to human females that they have an amazing opportunity to join the fight for battle born freedom. They can help an oppressed people strike out on their own and fulfill a potential they have only dreamed about until now.”
“Do you have that written down somewhere?” He grinned. “I need to quote it in my next message.”
“I wasn’t finished.” She playfully glared at him. “By agreeing to become a freedom fighter, these lucky females will become stronger, healthier and live longer than any ordinary human. And best of all, if they’re willing to take an incredible risk, they’ll find their soul mate, the person who can make them happier than they ever dreamed possible.”
He pulled her face down and kissed her. “Maybe I’ll just have you do the next message. You’re clearly better at it than I am.”
She smiled, her lips lingering against his. Then her eyes widened and she raised her head. “Did you know the transformation gave Raina powers too?”
“Raina is a hybrid,” he reminded her. “It’s less likely that humans will end up with abilities.”
“Too bad. That could have been another selling point.”
His hand swept up her leg and grabbed her behind. “I think our best strategy is to bring the males and females together and let nature take its course.”
“I agree, but we still need to match males with genetically compatible females while weeding out all of the crazies. And trust me, there will be lots of crazies. So how do we make that happen?”
Rolling her beneath him, he drew her hands above her head and entwined their fingers. “I’m aware of the problem, I have my best people working on it, and I’ll get back with you as soon as possible.”
She laughed as desire began eroding her need to talk. “Is that your way of saying we’ll talk about it later?”
“Much. Much. Later.” He separated each word with a passionate kiss and suddenly conversation was the last thing on her mind.
I swore I’d never do this, but here I go. If you enjoyed this book, could you please take a minute and write a review? Reviews have become an important way for readers to find new authors and to evaluate new books. My books sell well, but don’t tend to receive a lot of reviews, so I’d really appreciate your help.
Thanks, Cyndi
Coming August 2016
Battle Born, Prequel
:
Skyla’s prophetic dreams aren’t enough to keep her from being captured by a fierce Rodyte general, but they help her understand what he wants and the real reason he needs her so desperately. She’s now his captive and must decide if she’s brave enough to teach this embittered soldier how to love again.
Tragedy, and years of war, have hardened Kryton Lux, made him ruthless and unfeeling. He’s fascinated with his new captive, ready and willing to seduce her curvaceous body. His heart, however, isn’t part of the bargain. She will submit to his sexual demands. And when their time together has concluded, she will return to her homeworld and he will never think of her again. Luckily for Skyla, fate has a far different plan for this stubborn general.
From Cyndi:
I’ve had many requests for more information about the war brides, so I decided to let one tell her story. Skyla is the mother of three upcoming heroes in the
Battle Born
series. This is a stand-alone story, but I hope you’ll check out my other books as well. Enjoy!
Find out how it all began.
Battle Born
: Book One
Ashley comes home after a long day and finds a spaceman searching her apartment. Before she can call for help, or run like hell, the intruder stabs her and leaves her for dead.
Desperate for freedom, Bandar, a battle born soldier, travels to Earth. His mission: find Daniel Kane, brilliant geneticist. It’s believed that Daniel can unleash the magic locked inside the battle born. Bandar’s search leads to Daniel’s daughter, Ashley, just in time to save her life. Bandar is so captivated by the fragile human that his need to protect and possess her threatens his mission.
Ashley awakens miraculously healed and filled with questions. Bandar is gorgeous and heroic, but she doesn’t believe a word he says. This isn’t the first time she’s run across aliens and now she knows it won’t be the last. She agrees to help him unravel the secrets surrounding her father’s work. Ashley has always believed her father was murdered and now she has a chance to learn the truth. But it’s hard to trust Bandar when the brush of his fingers makes her entire body tingle. Their volatile attraction could fulfill her wildest fantasies or open the door for planetary invasion.
Copyright © 2015 Cyndi Friberg
Chapter One
Shifting her satchel higher onto her shoulder, Ashley Kane hurried along the uneven sidewalk lining one of Tribeca’s narrow streets. Her last appointment had gone well. She was relatively sure it would result in a new account. Still, she was tired and the five blocks from the subway station to her apartment building had never seemed so long. Her phone vibrated in the front pocket of her purse and she grumbled under her breath, praying one of her high-maintenance customers wasn’t in need of attention. Who was she kidding? She provided private consultations for pets with emotional challenges. All of her customers were high maintenance. Only high-maintenance people could afford her services.
Her best friend’s image smiled at her from the phone’s screen, so she accepted the call. “Raina. You’re a welcome surprise. What’s up?”
“I’ve been funded through next year.” Pride and enthusiasm shone through in Raina’s tone and Ashley found herself smiling despite her aching feet.
“That’s wonderful.” The strained economy in recent years had made grant money harder and harder to secure. But Raina was persistent and her work in experimental agriculture was important. “Does this secure both projects or are they making you choose between your two babies?”
“This will give me a greenhouse for the super grains, but I still need supporters if I’m going to continue the hydroponics project.”
Ashley held her phone in place with her shoulder as she dug out her keycard. “Is that a concern? Isn’t this year five for the hydroponics project? You haven’t had a problem yet.”
“That in itself is the problem. I can’t keep tapping the same sources indefinitely, especially without quantifiable results.”
“You’ll think of something. You always do.” She punched in the security code that unlocked the lobby door then summoned the private elevator with her keycard. Like most of the residential units in Tribeca, this building had once been a warehouse. Then a developer separated the space into four modest apartments and her luxurious, multi-level loft. “My phone cuts out in the elevator. Give me a minute and I’ll call you back.”
“I’m on my way out the door. Call me tomorrow and I’ll give you the details. I just had to tell someone tonight.”
“Will do and congratulations. I know how hard you work for every dollar.” As expected, her phone lost signal as soon as she stepped into the elevator. She slipped the phone back into her purse as the elevator door slid closed. She’d met Raina at Georgetown University and they’d been close ever since. Raina still lived near DC while Ashley had moved back to Manhattan, but they visited as often as their busy schedules allowed.
It was only two stories up to the main floor of her loft, but the elevator was ancient. She usually took the stairs. Today, however, her aching feet wouldn’t submit to the climb. Thursdays were always busy because she tried to leave Fridays open for last-minute complications and emergency appointments. Emergencies. The thought made her smile. None of her appointments were true emergencies. Her clients just expected immediate attention regardless of how insignificant the snag.
The elevator door slid open and she walked out into the entryway, which was basically one corner of her living room. She kicked off her shoes as she reached the carpeting and let the heavy satchel slip from her shoulder. The first chair she passed caught her purse. Generally she was a neat freak. Everything had a place and everything needed to be in its place. Today the only place she wanted to be was sprawled across her couch until she could summon enough energy to undress and go to bed.
She turned toward the waiting comfort of her plush sofa and a long, strong arm wrapped around her waist. Fear burst through her rambling thoughts and jolted her composure. She inhaled a massive breath, meaning to scream, but a hand clamped down across her nose and mouth. The meaty paw blocked most of her airflow as well as trapping the half-formed sound. Her assailant was either male or the biggest woman she’d ever encountered. She stomped down on his instep, but her shoeless foot did no real damage. Slamming her elbow into his ribs only made him tighten the arm already crushing her ribs.
Forcing herself to think through the roaring in her ears, she stilled. If his purpose was robbery, cooperation was a much better strategy. He could take whatever he wanted if he got the hell out and left her unharmed. His hand eased enough to let her breathe and she instinctively started to scream. His hand tightened again, the message clear.
Don’t make a sound.
He pushed her deeper into the room, guiding her with his big body. She caught an occasional glimpse of dark clothing, but nothing of the man himself. Until they reached the sofa. Without conscious thought, she looked into the mirror hanging above the couch and a fresh wave of terror crashed over her.
He was even bigger than he felt. Her head tucked neatly under his chin and his brawny arms made her look petite, a novel perspective for a woman who topped five foot nine. Every inch of his body was covered by a matte-black uniform, but his head was bare. His dark hair was short yet wavy, and aggression revealed itself in each of his sharp features. As if sensing her stare, he turned his head and their gazes locked in the mirror.
Reality narrowed until all Ashley could see was his blue-ringed eyes. This couldn’t be happening. She’d spent years in therapy convincing herself that eyes like his didn’t exist, that they were the tormented imaginings of a betrayed adolescent. Her body tensed, hindering their progress. The rings ignited, making his dark eyes glow and communicating his displeasure.
After muttering something she didn’t understand, he shoved her sideways and pulled a weapon from his belt. She stumbled, arms flailing as the true scope of her peril came into terrifying focus. She’d seen his face. Any hope she’d had of surviving this situation died with that unfortunate glance.
She caught her balance and charged past him, trying to stay out of reach. Light glinted off the blade clasped securely in his hand. He lunged, the knife slicing into her forearm. Pain shot all the way to her shoulder and she cried out, but didn’t pause. Blood surged through her ears and her only thought was escape. His other hand fisted the back of her shirt, halting her frantic retreat. She screamed, twisting and tugging at the material biting into her neck.
He stabbed three times with a sharp upward motion. Agony sank deeper with each stroke of his blade. She tried to inhale, but her side exploded with searing pain. Her vision blurred and the roaring in her ears grew louder. She couldn’t scream, could barely breathe much less move. Her knees buckled and tears streamed from her eyes. She clasped her side, vaguely registering the warmth of blood flowing over her fingers. She wasn’t even thirty. Was this really how she died?
The question echoed through her fear-muddled brain as a shimmer drew her attention away from her attacker. A second figure, nearly as large as the first, flashed into view. This one was dressed in a uniform similar to her attacker’s except his head was covered by a black helmet with a smoked visor.
Her attacker literally growled as he turned to face the newcomer. Through a haze of fear and pain, she watched the blade in his hand lengthen and curve. One moment he held a compact dagger and the next an ornate scimitar. She was hallucinating, likely from loss of blood. She pressed both hands against her side and fought back the encroaching darkness.
Her attacker swung his sword at the newcomer’s head, but the newcomer easily dodged the blow. Then the newcomer reached for the knife at his side, but as he pulled it free from its sheath, the blade grew longer and wider until he held a mighty claymore. More hallucinations.
She dismissed the impossible image and looked past the combatants at the entryway and elevator. The men were focused on each other as their swords clashed and swung. She cringed each time metal struck metal, but this was likely her last chance. Pressing her side tightly with one hand, she crawled across the floor. Pain flared with each movement and blood trailing in her wake. It didn’t matter. She couldn’t let it matter. She had to escape.
Light flashed in her peripheral vision and she instinctively looked back. The newcomer stood in the middle of her living room alone, blood smeared along the blade of his sword. He wiped the blood on his pant leg then returned the weapon to its sheath. The transformation instantaneously reversed, allowing him to more easily secure the weapon at his side.
“How badly are you hurt?” His deep, oddly accented voice was muffled by the visor. He motioned to the red smears on the carpet. “Is all of that your blood?”
She stared up at him in terror, trembling uncontrollably. “Just leave.” Her voice sounded weak and pathetic rather than commanding as she’d intended. He stalked toward her and she scrambled backward until a wall pressed against her spine. “Please, just go!”
Ignoring her protests, he leaned down and lifted her shirt, looked at the wounds in her side. “If I leave you here, you’ll die within minutes. Is that really what you want?”
Her hands were numb and each breath filled her chest with fire. He was right. Even if she found her phone and stayed conscious long enough to summon help, she would be dead before the authorities arrived. Raising her bloody hand toward the stranger, she whispered, “Help me,” and then surrendered to oblivion.
