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Authors: Eve Langlais
into existence alongside him, dressed in an eye popping ensemble that involved a lot of pink and black feathers.
“How could he not have it? It’s part of every handbook.”
Reaching into a pocket – which by all rights shouldn’t exist in her skimpy garment – Karma pulled
out a sheaf of paper and brandished it with a smirk. “Not his handbook. I pulled this section out a while back.”
“Because?”
“Because he doubted my existence.” Her lower lip jutted.
“But isn’t he one of your followers now?”
“Now he is. But he wasn’t when I did it.”
“And did you never think to put it back or at least tell him? It would have made my job getting our
niece settled down a lot easier.”
“I could have. However…” His sister winked. “Everyone knows Karma’s a bitch.”
Part of the missing chapter from Makl’s mercenary handbook.
In summary, when you find your one true mate, there are really only a few options you can choose.
Kill her before you get emotionally invested. A coward’s route, but effective for the warrior who
is adamant about remaining unfettered and wishes to live alone.
Run – as far and fast as you can until you’ve sown all your seeds of destruction, killed to your
heart’s content, and plowed as many fertile fields as you can. Then, find the female, grant her a divorce from a mate if she has one – we recommend a permanent, deadly one – and settle down to start your own line of mercenaries.
But our recommendation is marry her. And don’t
just
marry her, but love her with everything you have because you really only get one chance at happiness. One shot at true love, and for a mercenary, there is nothing more precious, more valuable, nothing more worth protecting than the bond you can share with the right female.
And remember, if anything threatens your love, don’t hesitate. Kill it. It is after all the mercenary way.
The End
Did you miss some of the earlier books in the Alien Abduction series? Then why not catch up and keep
the giggles coming with
Accidental Abduction,
Intentional Abduction,
and
Dual Abduction
Author Biography
Hello and thanks for taking the time to read something I wrote. I do hope I managed to entertain
you – and make you giggle a time or two. Since you’re actually checking out this note, I guess it means you’re curious about me, so here’s the scoop.
I am a mom of three, who is just shy of forty. I am married (over thirteen years now) to a man whom I adore – when he’s not driving me insane. A true romantic, I totally believe in love at first sight.
But then again, I also think there is life ‘out’ there – hopefully as sexy as the aliens I’ve created in my mind. Lol.
I am Canadian, but being a military brat, I’ve been coast to coast. Right now, I’m living in the Ottawa area – hockey, poutine and beavertails, yay – and enjoying the chaos of family life.
If you want to know more about me, then I guess I should mention you can visit me at
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Until we meet in the pages of a book again, wishing you tons of great reading and smiles,
Eve
More Books by Eve Langlais
Published by Amira Press:
Alien Mate,
Alien Mate 2,
Alien Mate 3
Pack Series:
Defying Pack Law
,
Betraying The Pack
,
Seeking Pack Redemption
The Hunter
(Realm series)
Published by Liquid Silver Books:
Princess of Hell series:
Lucifer’s Daughter,
Snowballs In Hell
,
Hell’s Revenge
Published by Eve Langlais
Furry United Coalition:
Bunny And The Bear,
Swan And The Bear,
Croc And The Fox
Freakn’ Shifters:
Delicate Freakn’ Flower,
Jealous And Freakn’
,
Already Freakn’ Mated,
Human and
Alien Abduction:
Accidental Abduction,
Intentional Abduction
,
Dual Abduction
Cyborgs: More Than Machines:
C791
,
F814
Welcome To Hell:
A Demon And His Witch,
A Demon And His Psycho
Sneak Peek
Bunny And The Bear - F.U.C #1
Talk about hypnotic—and cock hardening. The bouncing little ass, which he almost bumped into—
at just the right height—bobbed from side to side right outside his apartment door. The owner of the
delectable bottom, bent over out of sight, hummed as she gyrated. Indecent shorts covered her creamy
globes, but barely. Her apparel appeared at least a size too small given the amount of cheek peeking from the ragged hems. Hell, in her current position, he could even tell she shaved, a fact his dick approved of, which of course irritated him to no end.
Chase didn’t know whether he should slap the round buttocks to get the female’s attention, or
growl at her to get out of the way. Curbing his third urge, which involved grinding himself against the inviting bottom— preferably naked—he cleared his throat. “Ahem.”
Silky platinum, almost white hair flew up to slap him in the face as the woman straightened. The
skein of hair caught on the bristles of his jaw and he shook his head with a grumble as he spat out the strand that got in his mouth. A whiff of her shampoo, an intoxicating raspberry flavor, made his tummy rumble, but not in hunger, unless carnal counted.
With a twirl, the flexing female faced him with a full-lipped smile that seemed much too cheerful
this time of the morning. “Well, hello there, neighbor,” she chirped, her brightness so sweet he ached for his toothbrush. “Sorry I’m in the way. I was just warming up for my morning jog. I don’t think we’ve met.
I just moved in to apartment nine C.” She thrust her hand out and twitched her nose at him as she continued to beam.
Chase scowled as he ignored her outstretched hand. One whiff and he could tell she didn’t belong
to the human genome. Damned bunnies and their sunny natures. How could he properly rebuke her with
her grinning like the world’s cutest simpleton? A guy bunny he could have cuffed upside the head, but a girl one… Somehow he didn’t think gagging her with his cock was the way to chastise her. “So you were the reason why I didn’t get to sleep in on Saturday? Could your moving guys have been any louder?”
Her vivid green eyes blinked, her lips lost their lilt, and he noticed a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. “But it was eleven o’clock in the morning. The landlord assured me it would be fine. Did you go to bed late?”
He fixed a glare on her and replied in a haughty tone, “I like at least a good sixteen hours on the
weekend, eighteen even sometimes. Because of your ruckus, though, I only got a measly fourteen.” With winter only slowly losing its grip on the city, the urge to hibernate in his bed remained hard to shake.
“Hmm, last time I spent that long in bed, it wasn’t because I was sleeping,” she sassed with a
wink.
The innuendo was impossible to miss, and while an insane urge to drag her back to his bedroom
and test his bed’s springs did cross his mind, he instead feigned ignorance and frowned. “Then you should get a better mattress. Sleep should never be neglected.” He fixed her with a hard stare. “Or interrupted.”
A grin curled her lips and displayed gleaming white teeth. “Aww, aren’t you the most adorable
grumpy bear,” she sassed with a wink. “Tell you what. I’ll make it up to you. Let me fix you some
dinner.”
Hmm, naked wet bunny on a plate?
“No,” he growled.
“Freshly baked chocolate chip cookies?”
No, but he knew a sweet pastry he’d like to taste.
Damn.
His mind refused to get out of the gutter this morning. “No.”
Her nose twitched. “Massage?”
Greasy hands sliding all over his body and over his dick. Yeah that sounded like a plan.
Hunh,
wait a second.
“No.” Chase needed to leave before the hard-on in his pants tore through the fabric and went after the little bunny’s pie, but she stood squarely in front of him, looking and smelling much too yummy.
Not at all perturbed by his negative replies, the luscious female rabbit tapped her chin with a
finger as her eyes, narrowed in thought, held his gaze. He stared right back, trying to appear ferocious.
She didn’t seem to notice. Cocking her head to the side, she eyed him up and down. Despite himself, he sucked his stomach in, bulking up his already massive chest. A bear did have his pride after all.
“I think I’ll just surprise you,” she said with a wink and a lick of her lips.
His cock jerked as Chase almost went cross-eyed at the thought of what she might do—naked.
“Please don’t,” he grumbled. Too late. The bunny, whose name he’d never gotten, sprinted off, her silken hair bouncing down her back, drawing attention to the exposed round cheeks of ass, her slap-me, bite-me, plow-me, perfect ass.
A long-suffering sigh escaped him.
I must really need to get laid if even small, woodland
creatures are turning me on.
Read the F.U.C story that began it all,
Bunny And The Bear
. Available at all major online
stores.
C791 – Cyborgs: More Than Machines #1
Up close, the cyborg proved formidable. Naked but for a strip of cloth around his loins, muscles
delineated every part of his body, from his bulging arms, much thicker than her thighs, to his
overdeveloped chest, to legs that looked like they could run for miles. He was a prime example of what a male could look like if he exercised for hours daily and took steroid supplements. Despite his massive bulk, she couldn’t deny his attractiveness. Only a woman made of stone would not have found herself
affected by the prominent virility displayed before her. It shamed her that, despite her trepidation and dislike of the
thing
in front of her, her body responded with a quiver in her belly not entirely owed to fear.
She studied him more closely, seeking a flaw to latch onto. Something that would help her mind
recognize she looked not upon a man, but a machine.
Platinum hair, shaved almost to the scalp, stood up in bristles, but when he raised his head to look
at her, she noted that, apart from his light eyebrows and oddly dark lashes, he possessed no facial hair at all. Even his chest appeared bare. She refused to let her eyes look any lower, fighting a curiosity that wondered if the follicular lack continued to his private parts. Even more interesting, she noted no metallic parts. Images she’d seen of cyborgs in the past tended to show them sporting mechanical appendages or the shiver-inducing computerized eyes.
She jumped as the guard, who shadowed her steps, spoke. “He’s a nasty brute that one. Make sure
you keep your hand away from his mouth at all times. He’s got a wicked set of teeth and he’s not afraid to use them. Also, if you see his loincloth twitching, move. He pissed on the last nurse that came down
here.”
Shocked, she could only gape at the man, no, make that the robot covered in flesh, that hung there.
A sardonic smile tilted the cyborg’s lips while his blue eyes — a clear light blue that seemed almost lit from within — regarded her with a coldness that made her take an involuntary step back.
“He asked for a sample. I gave it to him,” the cyborg said, his gravelly voice sliding over her skin
and leaving goose bumps behind. “Don’t worry, female. I find you much more appealing than the simple
idiot they sent before. If it’s a sample you need, then you may grip me with those tiny hands of yours. Of course, I don’t guarantee what will come out of the end if you do.”
Heat rose to her cheeks as the innuendo penetrated. The cyborg laughed at his own crude joke.
“Nasty fucker,” snapped the guard. “That’s no way to treat a lady.”
The laughter cut short as the cyborg cocked his head and eyed them coldly. “She’s human. You’re
human. There’s only one thing humans are good for, don’t you know? Parts.” The cyborg laughed again,
and her horror deepened.
Did she truly need the credits enough to do this? To get into that cage with the monster?
She thought of her tiny cubby back on earth, barely a closet really, all she could afford on her
salary.
I wonder if my coffin will be bigger.
She thought of all the assignments she’d taken over the past few year since getting hired by the military after her accident. People’s faces and places blurred in her mind, and while she tried not to dwell on some of the abuses she’d suffered, she couldn’t shake her
general unhappiness at her current lifestyle. If she wanted to get away and start afresh — escape the leering comments, the inappropriate touching and worse — then she needed funds.
“Are you sure, ma’am, that you want to go in?”
She took a deep breath before nodding. Instead of opening the cage while remaining at her side,
the guard returned to his checkpoint and raised the shield first, separating them. How reassuring. A deep beep sounded, followed by a robotic voice saying, “Electrical current deactivated. Disengaging locks.”
