Imagine waking up in hell. Face to face with Aliens that no one on your planet even knows exist. It’s not possible; there is not life other than as we know it in the universe. Yet, here you are; a subspecies, relegated to service, of any type they happen to demand. Your existence: it depends on the species that owns you, and your behavior in general. It can be a hell beyond all imagining, but… it may just be the best thing that ever happened to you. It may just be your safe HAVEN. Intended for Mature Audiences.
Haven 1: Ascend
Command Warship 1 is home to one of the most feared males in the multi-verse. Zha Quin Tha is Sire to his people, next in line to the throne. He rules his military with an iron hand. His people, the Cruestaci, are a warrior race who bow to no one and no thing. They’ve been deemed too violent to be an ally by the Unified Consortium Defense — the organization responsible for keeping peace between all peoples and worlds. Zha Quin didn’t care what their opinion was. He was only violent when necessary — like when provoked, or if his planet was threatened, or a weaker people overrun, or he was just irritated in general. Like now, slavers had crossed into the territory of Cruestace. He’d been called in to intercept and return the kidnapped women on board to the Consortium for return to their home worlds. Little did he know, his whole existence was about to be turned upside down. One little, human female was about to teach him a thing or two about survival, patience, and trust.
One large room — every wall, the entire floor, even the ceiling covered in mats. This is now Vivian’s home. Her world extends no further than the end of the chain that keeps her anchored in the center of the room. She’s learned how to use that chain as a weapon. She had to — her captors find great sport in taunting her, abusing her, hurting her. She’s exhausted, nearly starved, injured and if truth be told — not long for this world, whatever the hell world it is. All she’s got left is her pride, and she’ll be damned if she gives that up to any of her alien captors. They want to play — she’ll play — and she’ll make sure they pay for it in bruises and pain the next day. They may win, but they’ll think twice next time. Days run together, no hope of ever being freed. Survival seems pointless, until she finds herself face to face with the largest, scariest male she’s ever seen. So be it — she’s got nothing to lose — she’ll fight him, too. Maybe this time her misery will finally come to an end. She has no idea this male is different. This male is stronger than the rest. This male will be her Haven.
Warning: Intended for mature audiences. This book contains explicit violence, abuse both real and inferred, and sexual situations that may be disturbing for some readers. If you are offended by these subjects, please do not buy this book.
Haven 2: Redemption
Haven 2: Redemption
Cast aside and forced to live apart from his family as a child, Rokai ahl has become insolent, resentful, angry, borderline criminal, and a general outcast as an adult. He has managed to build a life for himself in which he answers to no one and nothing. His loyalty lies with only himself. Having been captured, and threatened with execution as a thief and smuggler, he is surprised when the Consortium delivers him into the hands of a certain male. The very male he has resented since he was old enough to understand, that because of this male, he would never be enough. He stalks the corridors of Command Warship 1, on lockdown, arrogantly daring any and all to challenge him. But of course, none do. Until a golden skinned, curvy, human female dares to go toe-to-toe with him — to take from him, and leave him wanting. Who is this fiery little female? Why does she not fear him as all others do? Intrigued, he will not stop until he knows all there is to know about her.
Growing up on the streets of New York has made her hard and street smart. She ran with her own crew, doing whatever was necessary to survive. Though nothing prepared her for waking up on an alien ship, her lungs filled with viscous fluid, her body and choices no longer her own. But she’s alive — she survived, and in order to move past it all, she’s decided to write off the horrors she’s endured as payment for that survival. Rosalita is not a weak female, but she’s lost confidence. She needs to regain control, to feel powerful again. Manipulation of another is the easiest way for her to do that. And there’s a newly arrived alien roaming the ship begging for confrontation. He seems just the type she’s looking for. She recognizes him for what he is — a player and an outcast. She was one back on Earth as well and reads the signs easily. So, she’s got this, she will take control, she will find her strength once again. It’s time for the alien player to be played.
Rokai ahl, and Rosalita will perform a delicate dance, the balance of power tilting this way and that. Neither are able to look away from the undeniable pull they feel toward one another. Will they tear each other apart with their power play? Or will they finally see through their own arrogance long enough to realize the only path to redemption lies within each other?
Warning: Trigger Warning! Intended for mature audiences. This book contains explicit violence, abuse both real and inferred, and sexual situations that may be disturbing for some readers. If you are offended by these subjects, please do not buy this book.