Alien Alphas: Twenty-Three Naughty Sci-Fi Romance Novellas
Publication date: January 16th 2018
Genres: Adult, Romance, Science Fiction
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.
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
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Her Biker From Mars by Katie Douglas:
When his hand smacked against her waiting cheeks, the ripples spread to her recently-used bottom hole and throughout her rounded haunches. She inhaled sharply, surprised as the bite of his hand almost immediately became a languid heat that pooled in her core, making her long for more.
He swatted her again, taking his time between swats, and her clit swelled and throbbed with need. Lita became very aware of his presence beneath her. He began spanking her at a steady pace and she ground her hips against his thighs, wishing he would just take her already. The dazzling arousal traveled from her warm cheeks into her sex, and she moaned softly.
“Please, master,” she said, unable to hold back the title he didn’t want.
“Yes?” he prompted.
“I’d like to feel you inside me,” she moaned. He paused in his spanking and caressed her bottom, the gentle tingles an almost unbearable contrast to the swats of his hand.
“Not yet, sweet one,” he replied in a low, gravelly voice that reverberated through her body, filling her with more lusty yearning.
He swatted her again, harder this time, and it should have hurt, she reflected, but it didn’t. She bunched her hands into fists and squeezed them, hard, while she tried to get to grips with the strong sensations searing across her cheeks. From her slit, she felt wetness building, then, when he swatted her once more, the liquid trickled out, tickling her clit as it made its way to the floor. His next swat was almost her undoing. Her pussy clenched against nothing and she moaned with need.
“You’re going to come from my spanking,” he told her.
She writhed again. Coming would be good around now. The pressure within her was so great, she might explode any moment.
“Please!” she begged, sure she couldn’t come from being spanked and desperate for some relief for her needy pussy. She wanted to feel his thick, heavy flesh pressing against the walls of her tunnel and awakening that incredible bundle of nerves buried deeply within her. He silenced her whines with a sharper swat.
“Remember, Lita, I’m in control here,” he breathed.
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.
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.
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