Alien Alphas: Twenty-Three Naughty Sci-Fi Romance Novellas

Featured authors: Cari Silverwood, Cynthia Sax, Renee Rose, Lee Savino, Addison Cain, Kallista Dane, Maren Smith, Ava Sinclair, Sue Lyndon, Emily Tilton, Ashe Barker, Korey Mae Johnson, Grace Goodwin, Ivy Barrett, Jane Henry, Jaye Peaches, Katie Douglas, Lili Zander, Loki Renard, Maria Monroe, Megan Michaels, Myra Danvers, Sara Fields, and Sophie Kisker Publication Date: January 16, 2018

Genres: Adult, Sci-Fi, Romance, Novella

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Fierce warriors. Savage barbarians. Powerful warlords. All ready to claim their mates. Alien Alphas is a collection of panty-melting sci-fi romances featuring dominant alien heroes, penned by New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling authors. This decadently naughty box set includes twenty-three ALL-NEW, stand-alone novellas full of hot alien alpha males, breathless passion, and reluctant surrender. Take an exhilarating trip beyond the stars with this limited time only bundle that’s sure to leave you turning the pages late into the night.

EXCERPT

Strangeways by Addison Cain:

The first time he’d screwed me, he’d marched me through my door by the elbow. Dirty uniform aprons littering the floor had been ignored, the pair of us walking over abandoned pizza boxes and fast food wrappers. Once at my lumpy bed, he’d bent me forward, ass up, still clothed.

He’d told me to stay.

I’d never had a man talk to me like that… or flip up my skirt, pull my panties down, and inspect me. And that’s exactly what he’d done. Kneeling, he’d leaned up close, tracing his fingers down the shape of my labia. He’d spread them apart to look deeper, and… I should have been mortified.

It’s not like I had expected a tryst. Heck, I was sweaty after the morning shift and wearing an old pair of panties.

It didn’t matter. Phi had complimented my scent, shape, and even posture profusely.

And then he had thrust in, right there, just like that. Both of us dressed, my cheek to the mattress. Hell, I still had my shoes on.

And I… I had liked it.

It wasn’t until my first orgasm that he’d altered position, undressing us both, and laying me back to take me face to face like a lover.

That was the first time I’d seen his unclothed body… and the part of him he’d put inside me.

Absently as he’d slipped it back in, I’d wondered if they always started fucking an earth woman from behind… so we might know how good that thing could feel and not scream when it waved our way.

And it had felt good. Better than good.

No one in my past had ever gotten me so worked up. Maybe it was the fact Phi’s genitals could change shape. Maybe it was the ring of short waving tentacle-like protrusions around it that stimulated clitoris, labia… anus.

Maybe it was that he knew how to fuck.

The Ghost in the Stars by Sophie Kisker:

Keelie is getting a spanking from Siridin.

“How many more?” she asked, trying to steel herself.

“A question like that will get you spanked between the legs if you ever ask it again. And the answer will always be: until I feel like stopping.”

She whimpered. She gripped his leg hard as he resumed the stinging slaps. She abandoned her thin thread of control, pleading and struggling. He merely gripped her tighter and kept going, until she was sobbing out her apologies and promising to never disobey again.

At last it stopped.

“Shh…” he whispered as he stroked her back. “It’s over now. You did fine. And I know you’ll remember this lesson.”

“Yes, sir,” she hiccupped.

There was nothing angry in his tone. There was only gentle touching now. She was so confused, and it only made her weep harder. She didn’t know if he understood, but he turned her over and held her against his chest without saying anything.

Eventually her crying stopped.

“You did good. We’ll work on it.”

She shook her head. “I’m never going to do anything wrong ever again.”

He started to say something, then stopped, and instead helped her to stand. She looked down at his thighs and to her horror saw a huge wet spot right over the bulge on his trousers. She’d leaked during the spanking?

He followed her gaze and chuckled.

She was mortified. Horrified. She turned and ran into the fresher and slammed the door. She stripped off the shirt and turned on the shower and soaped and rinsed until there was no lubrication anywhere between her legs. Her humiliation was complete, and she vowed to stay in the shower for the rest of her life.

Under Contract by Jaye Peaches:

He's not Oparian. He towers above the local guests with muscles that bulge in every direction. He's tinted his hair to fit in with the fair Oparians, however, his eyes are like black matter—bottomless pools of darkness. He continues to eyeball me, tracking my movements as I weave between people. I have this awful feeling in the pit of my stomach that his fascination with me isn't a good thing. I swallow hard, take a few steps backwards and try to put bodies between him and me.

Someone grabs my arm. “Kleo?”

It's Hort, one of the half-naked dancers I met at the last party. I vaguely remember dancing with him, and some other things I shouldn't have done.

I use him as a barricade. “Hort, let’s dance.”

We swirl into the centre of the vast room. I lose sight of the strange alien who's tracking me with his eyes. Feeling a relieved, I decide it's probably my overactive imagination. Unfortunately, Hort switches to a different partner, leaving me dancing alone.

My arm is targeted again. This time the hand doesn't let go when I turn. I jump. It's the black eyed alien.

“What the—”

“Kleo Nikara?”

I nod. My tongue cleaves to the roof of my mouth. He has a deep voice and stares at me down the end of his straight nose.

“I am Brax Trasker. I’m authorised to extract you.” He tugs on my arm. “Let’s go.”

I freeze to the spot. I could challenge him, but I know he’s telling the truth. An extraction is just the kind of thing Tyan would do to get me home.

“Don't play games with me, Kleo,” he growls.

“Or what?” I snap back. What could be possibly do that would have me scurrying along next to him?

“You really want to find out?” He loosens his grip a little. My confidence rises.

“Sure, go ahead. I don't think you'll do it.” I stick my chin out. So far, everyone nearby his unaware of our hushed conversation.

His fingers tightened again and he propels me towards the wall showing palm trees. He sits on a low chair and with a swift yank, pulls me towards him.

Before I can protest, he tosses me face down over his knee and flattens me down by pressing on my shoulders. When numerous pairs of feet turn to face our direction, I screech in alarm.