Venan

Venan

Albaterra Mates Series

Book 7

The Last Story in the Albaterra Mates Series.

He no longer knows himself, but he needs to know her.

Octavia’s job as a hairstylist is to make people feel good about themselves, and she embraces the responsibility wholeheartedly. A full-figured woman confident in her own skin, she is happy to be a listening ear and advisory mind to her clients while enhancing their outer beauty. Since leaving Earth to take up residence on Albaterra, she has spent her days in the colony’s salon and her nights in her hut with her books and her memories, but the peaceful life she’s built on the alien planet is sharply interrupted when the brooding A’li-uud Elder of Dhal’at asks her to dance.

The newest Elder to join the Council, Venan has found himself at the head of the same kingdom he’s spent his life protecting. Thanks to the controversial death of his predecessor, Venan is met with criticism and disgust from the very people he is now tasked to lead. The only relief he has from the relentless judgment is when he meets dark-haired and dark-eyed Octavia, and he is immediately taken not only by her loveliness but by her open mind and understanding nature. Finding solace in the sympathetic human sends him on a journey of self-discovery to strip his once-orthodox ideals and learn where his priorities truly lie.

After the unintentional death of Dhal’atian Elder Kharid, Venan has been named as his replacement. For months, he was accused of murdering Kharid, and it seems the Council’s acquittal and appointment has done little to ease the public’s suspicions. Quickly growing frustrated by the backlash against him, Venan is granted slight reprieve when he meets Octavia. They find kindred spirits within one another, and it should be the beginning of a smooth and amazing romance. When the Novai, an alien race also colonized on Albaterra, descend upon the planet with a life-altering demand, however, Venan is forced to step up in his new role and make the timeless choice between what is easy and what is right. Octavia intends to support him in this, but she finds herself suddenly caught in an A’li-uud family drama she never could have imagined. The next thing she knows, she has to decide if a relationship with the troubled Elder is worth it or if she needs to put herself first.

Is there a happy ending for the mysterious A’li-uud and the dreamy stylist, or will their search for themselves leave them lost and alone…or worse?


Chapter 1

Venan

There were too many eyes.

Iridescent orbs as white as the sun, irises reflecting the hues of sea and soil and leafy foliage, even optical reincarnations of violet and amber sunsets past pressed upon me, crushing me beneath their scrutinizing weight. I felt them scraping my flesh away to strip me of my rightful defenses and render me vulnerable and exposed. If I had wondered before about the evolution of trust between the citizens of Dhal’at and myself, the answer was clear to me now: three months after my coronation into the Elderhood, I was still a pariah and possibly a murderer. There was no justice, even for the reprieved.

Despite the discomfort I felt amidst the civilians, the day was one of joyous celebration. I, along with much of Ka-lik’et and a few others who called greener kingdoms home, were gathered outside the city’s towering walls to witness the wedding of my twin brother and his human beloved. It was to be the first marriage between A’li-uud and human in Dhal’at (though, other mixed-race nuptials had taken place in other Albaterran kingdoms), and many were eager to spectate the event. Even the sky above was rejoicing the union. The sun was brilliant and pearly as it smiled rays upon the sentients below; the expanse around its glow was flawless in its turquoise blanket; the fluttering strokes of lavender clouds floated idly toward the horizon as if they were reluctant to miss the joining to come. Yet, though the weather was lovely and the occasion marvelous, I was eager for the din of voices to quiet with the onset of slumber. Perhaps, then, I would be free from the barrage of critical gazes.

“This is quite a showing,” my mother commented, putting her fingertips on my forearm. She was looking around with interest, pausing to incline her head to those she recognized. “I never imagined Zuran had so many friends.”

“Most are not friends, Mother.” I followed her stare to a group of A’li-uud warriors about my age. They appeared to be whispering amongst each other and throwing intermittent glances in my direction. I had, sadly, grown accustomed to such behavior from the civilians of Dhal’at, but I still was unable to reconcile such suspicious treatment from those who pledged to serve their kingdom and its leader. Only three months prior, I was one of their numbers, and I would never have displayed such insolence toward Elder Kharid. Then again, Elder Kharid had not been accused of murdering his predecessor, as I had. “Most are here either to see an A’li-uud wed a human or to see me.”

Mother frowned. She was a sweet, compassionate female and unable of comprehending anyone’s view of me being less than admirable. Perhaps it was the bias of motherhood, or perhaps it was her eternal optimism, but she felt I had well-earned my status as Elder and ought to be treated accordingly. “Well, I do not believe this is the place to demonstrate political displeasure,” she said stoutly. “I think you should send those away who are not here to celebrate Zuran’s good fortune.”

“Come now, Oraaka,” Father interjected, laying a hand on her forearm just as she had on mine. “Sending whisperers away would only draw more attention to Venan and his new authority, not less. Mind you, he is not only your son anymore, but your Elder as well. He is under no obligation to pay your musings any mind.”

She cast a disapproving glance in Father’s direction but yielded to his assertions as she harrumphed, “I am merely saying today is dedicated to something other than the recent bout of disquiet plaguing our city.”

I agreed with her, but I had no time to express such as a petite human bounced up to us. She was brimming with energy, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet, a wide smile on her mouth and red rims around her eyes. I knew humans were prone to something called crying when they were emotional, and oftentimes the skin around their eyes grew scarlet and puffy, but there were no tear tracks on this female’s small face. I imagined she was simply on the verge of crying, rather than experiencing the aftermath.

“You’re Zuran’s family, right?” she asked. Her gaze fixed on me. “I mean, you look just like him. It’s kind of creepy, actually, like you’re a clone.”

Father started to respond for me, as Elders were not often addressed so boldly, but I answered before he had a chance. “Zuran is my twin brother,” I clarified. “This is our mother and father.”

Others may have taken offense to her audacious words, particularly the quip about my being a clone, but she could not be blamed. Zuran and I were identical to the last detail, from our long curtains of spectral-white hair to our slanted, alabaster eyes. Our skin was a matching shade of royal blue that darkened to navy in the places most exposed to the sun, and we were each tall enough to tower over this tiny human.

“So, you’re the Elder?” she pressed eagerly, knitting her fingers together before her midsection.

“Yes.” Again, I felt the swell of stares on me and squared my shoulders to buck the allegorical burden.

This lively human and I had actually seen each other before. She had been present when I attempted to rescue Elder Kharid from attack by a rogue Novai. That incident had ended in tragedy when my sword pierced straight through the Novai into my Elder’s chest, and the Wise One perished on that very spot within minutes. It was that day, that moment that had led to the darkest months of my life, and it was why I now faced a tepid backlash from the Dhal’atian people. I still had nightmares about the incident; I could still feel the sword breaking through the Novai’s front and sliding through Kharid’s sternum. The ghost would never stop haunting me.

“Well, it’s awesome to meet you,” the human gushed. “I don’t want to tell you what to do or anything, but the wedding’s about to start, and family is supposed to sit in the front rows. Phoebe doesn’t have family here, obviously, so I’m the next best thing. I’m Edie. Phoebe and I are nurses together in the colony. I’ve kind of been helping her put together this whole thing. You could say I’m the maid of honor, but I guess A’li-uud don’t usually have people standing up with the bride and groom, so I’ll just be sitting across the aisle from you.”

She took a breath after her rambling, and I stared at her. Generally, I was not much for lengthy conversation, but even the most talkative of A’li-uud did not often speak as quickly or extensively as she did. I was grateful when a second human approached and drew her attention from me.

“Edie,” the newcomer said, “they’re starting.”

I found my stare shifting from the perky Edie to her companion. She was taller than the self-deemed “maid of honor,” though she was still notably shorter than me. Her eyes were dark, her wavy hair darker, and her figure was as curvaceous as an ocean swell. A lilt in her voice suggested sweetness to my ears, but the rise of her chin hinted a measure of dignity in place of the innocence so prevalent amongst the sweetest-voiced. She was captivating.

“Shoot,” Edie expelled, grabbing her skirts to keep the hem from kissing the sand beneath us. She looked back at me, glancing briefly at Mother and Father, and advised, “We should sit.”

“Yes,” I agreed. “It was a pleasure meeting you. I am sure we will speak again.”

“Oh, yeah, there’s the whole reception afterward,” she said brightly. Then, she scurried to the first row of neatly-organized chairs, her friend following gracefully behind. I led Mother and Father to our own seats just in time for the first notes of music to flow across the open desert.

I still felt eyes on me, prodding the back of my head and searing into my temple, but there was one pair burning into me I relished. In my peripheral vision, I saw the pretty dark-haired human watching me from her seat beside Edie and, though the afternoon was relatively warm, I shivered.


Chapter 2

Octavia

The only wedding I’d ever been to was my cousin’s when she married her high school sweetheart. I’d stood beside her as a bridesmaid and smiled while she took her vows, and I’d stood beside her as a shoulder to cry on and held her left hand while she signed her divorce papers with her right twenty months later. My parents were never married, and I was an only child, so weddings just weren’t part of my lifestyle growing up. There was a general idea of what to expect at a wedding, though: bouquets, elegant white gowns, speeches, throwback oldies music.

This wedding wasn’t anything like that.

There were chairs divided into two blocks separated by an aisle, as usual, and a gorgeously-decorated altar at the head of the site, but that seemed to be the extent of the normal expectations. Everywhere I looked, bright blue skin shone beneath a milky-white sun. The altar was adorned with silky fabrics flipping in the breeze and vividly-colored flowers unlike any I’d ever seen before. Whatever instruments provided the music now flowing through the air were foreign to my senses, and the sounds they gave off were so mystical and ethereal I felt them rather than heard them. A tangy smell of cactus-like plants kept wafting across my nose rather than the sensual scent of roses or regal aroma of lilies as one would ordinarily smell at a formal event like this. To cap it off, we were sitting in the middle of a never-ending desert with golden dunes in front of us and peachy clay walls behind.

Edie was my date to this function; or, rather, I was hers. She was seeing a Corporal in the Ka-lik’et human colony where we lived, but he was on-duty for the ceremony and unable to attend until later in the reception, so she’d asked me to accompany her. I’d been a little leery at first, mainly because I didn’t know the bride or groom and felt like I’d be an intruder, but I’d ended up agreeing when she’d begged me in her energetic Edie way. As it turned out, I wasn’t the only other stranger in attendance—Edie told me Phoebe and her A’li-uud mate weren’t even sure who half the guests were—and there was a handsome upside to accompanying my friend.

The A’li-uud across the aisle was the most attractive I’d ever seen, and I’d been an Albaterran colonist for over a year. I’d only gotten a brief glimpse of the groom, but, from what I could tell, the two were carbon copies of each other—slanted opaline eyes, frosty waist-length hair, rich sapphire skin and cheekbones sharp enough to slice a diamond in two. But there was a noticeable difference between them, something I picked up on right away. The quick glance of the betrothed A’li-uud revealed an evident rascal of an alien in his smirking mouth and narrowed gaze. Looking at the other, the one mere feet from me, was like looking through a mosaic glass to see the brooding, reserved man on the opposite side. He was mysterious and hidden, his personality not lain out to bare before all but tucked safely away in his depths. And he was powerful. I could feel it radiating from him every time I so much as looked in his direction.

“You like what you see?”

Edie’s voice pulled my attention from the A’li-uud, and I flushed. Luckily, the sun was so bright and hot I was already pink with heat all over. “He’s good-looking,” I admitted quietly. I wasn’t shy to say so, at least not to her.

“He’s an Elder,” she said, grinning at me knowingly.

I whipped my gaze back to him with surprise. He wasn’t wearing the intricately-embroidered robes common of Elder wardrobes, instead donning just the boots and jodhpur-style pants of Dhal’atian warriors and leaving his torso naked. If she hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have expected it. I knew the last Elder of the kingdom had died, of course, but the new Elder hadn’t been in public often enough for me to see him during the hours I wasn’t holed up in the colony salon.

“Are you sure?” I whispered. “He’s not wearing the fancy robes.”

She nodded soberly. “I’m sure. I even asked.” I felt her elbow nudge me in the ribs. “You should ask him to dance tonight.”

“Yeah, right,” I retorted sarcastically. “The Elder and the hairdresser. That sounds like a match made in Heaven.”

“Maybe not Heaven, but it could be a match made on Albaterra,” she replied with a chuckle. She motioned to the altar in front of us. “See? It’s common here. Besides, I bet he’d be right up your alley.”

Edie and I didn’t actually know each other as well as her words suggested. We became friends only a few months ago when Phoebe, the bride, left the colony and took up with her A’li-uud boyfriend. Edie started coming into the salon out of boredom, looking to change up her hairstyle more often than Katy Perry, and, when we realized we clicked, she latched onto me like a leech and never let go. I didn’t mind. I liked Edie’s vivacious spirit, especially because I could only take so much of the other hair stylists before I started feeling like I was losing my mind. They were a little too superficial for my taste. Edie was superficial too, but her heart was so kind it was an easy flaw to overlook.

There was movement behind us, and we turned in our chairs. At the base of the aisle was an A’li-uud with broad shoulders, rippling muscles and smooth, flowing hair, and on his arm was a pretty blonde smiling so brightly she matched the sun with her glow. She wore a ground-sweeping gown of emerald silk rather than the traditional white dress, but I preferred it. Surrounded by the unusual alien atmosphere, it seemed fitting, and it brought out the pale azure tint of her eyes. The music billowed out everywhere, wrapping us in melodic notes, and bumps rose on my skin from the sheer touching weight of its emotion.

Step by step, the couple strode up the aisle toward the altar, toward us. The rest of the guests twisted in time with their progression, but I remained turned to the back. Someone was behind the seats, lingering near one of the poles supporting the nearby reception tent. More focused scrutiny showed the lingerer was a female, her skin as blue as the groom and his doppelganger Elder. Her face was beautiful, angled and pointed and as regal as a queen, but her mouth was twisted in certain rage.

I pressed my knuckles into Edie’s thigh, trying to get her attention without interrupting the ceremony, but she shifted a few inches out of reach. The perplexing female suddenly met my eyes. I froze, caught, before remembering it wasn’t me who was encroaching on the wedding.

She raised a single finger to her lips, her eyes boring into me fiercely, and then disappeared behind the tent in the blink of an eye.

Zuran

Zuran

Albaterra Mates Series Book 6

He’s forced to revisit the past he left behind, and she’s coming along for the ride.

As a nurse, Phoebe has spent her career helping people. She knows it’s her calling and throws herself into tending to her patients’ heart and soul. In the city of Ka-lik’et, she is considered one of the best attendants amongst those in the human colony. When she loses the most important patient, she’s ever had, though, a fuse is ignited that sends her spiraling into a course of events she could never have imagined.

Zuran is the Interplanetary Affairs Officer for the Albaterran Kingdom of Dhal’at. He is also a reformed criminal, but he walked away from that life in pursuit of something better. When he meets the curvaceous and intelligent Phoebe, it’s in the midst of a crisis, and he realizes he has never met someone so genuinely good. He soon discovers walking the straight-and-narrow is not the only unexpected change in himself as he finds himself captivated by the compassionate, beautiful human.

Albaterra has been playing host to a colony of Novai for many months, but they are suddenly stricken with a mysterious disease neither A’li-uud nor humans have seen before. Suddenly, Zuran and Phoebe are thrown into the race against time to cure the disease before it kills the Novai colonists or spreads to the other beings who call Albaterra home. After she is unable to save an Elder, Phoebe battles her inner demons to fight for the ailing Novai. Meanwhile, Zuran is forced to battle demons of another kind when his brother is imprisoned for the Elder’s death. They unite in hopes of achieving their goals, and they discover sides to themselves they never knew existed. Phoebe realizes how far she is willing to go for someone she cares about, and the ever-independent Zuran finds out just how much he needs her after all.

Can a bad boy alien and a selfless nurse save the world? Can they even save themselves?


Chapter 1

Zuran

A hazy blur materialized on the horizon just over the arcs of the swooping dunes. I was almost there. If not for the blazing white rays of sunlight in my eyes and the thick veil of heat blanketing the desert landscape, I would have been able to clearly see the clay walls marking the boundaries of Ka-lik’et, their peachy hue distinguishable against the backdrop of the vividly turquoise Albaterran sky. Another thousand footfalls would yield the low, ceaseless rumblings native to the Dhal’atian city as merchants bargained with interested buyers, friends and couples strolled the streets, and parents called out to energetic children determined to steal a moment of independence. Finally, the great golden dome marking the highest point of the Elder palace was birthed before me, glinting its encouragement for my return.

I slowed to a jog as I passed through the pair of gates. They were made of impenetrable bronze-brushed metal and towered well over two A’li-uud tall, their peaks meeting flush against the intricately-carved arch overhang. Had the afternoon given way to the dusty indigo dusk, I would have been required to request entrance from the stationed warrior guards, but the sun was still high in the sky, and the gates were left open for civilians to come and go as they pleased. At this hour, Ka-lik’et was still buzzing, and my energetic re-entry went unnoticed by all but one.

“Where have you been?” Through eyes that were little more than exhausted slits, I watched the lean, feral-faced A’li-uud charging toward me. Ribbons of pearly hair cascaded out behind him, the ends snapping like whips in the sweltering desert breeze, and the flared fabric of his breathable jodhpurs rippled with each stride. His skin had darkened from its usual royal blue richness to lush cobalt after spending most of the day out-of-doors. Slanted lids gave way to spectral irises, which plunged into me with visceral irritation and bolstered the jut of his angular jaw. He was fierce, striking, and identical to me in every way.

“Pleasure to see you too, Venan,” I remarked as casually as my heaving respirations would allow.

He refused to be deterred. “Where have you been?” he repeated, injecting insistence into his already rigid tone.

Venan was my twin brother, fellow warrior, and mirror image, but the similarities ended there. While he had thrown himself into his role with the Dhal’atian militia the first day he began training, I spent my initial years amassing a repertoire of warnings and disciplinary actions for reckless behavior. He was the epitome of humorless stringency; I preferred the livelier side of life. Our respective personalities led us down two very different and begrudgingly felicitous paths within the ranks, but time had blessed us with startling closeness.

“I needed to run,” I told him airily. “Catering to the humans all day does not make a warrior fit.”

“Our honorable Elder Kharid named you Interplanetary Affairs Officer for a reason, Zuran, and far be it from me to question him,” Venan sternly replied, the skepticism in his tone betraying his unspoken doubts of my appointment. “It is not your privilege to leave the colony at your whim.”

“And it is not your privilege to reprimand an officer of equal rank, brother,” I retorted.

He swelled, his unclothed torso expanding until the veins in his pectorals bulged. The harsh edges of his cheekbones hardened, and his shoulders squared with indignance. “Need I remind you your promotion was only upon my suggestion?” he challenged.

I pinned him with a patronizing gaze and asked, “What do you want, Venan?” I was still too tired to instigate further annoyance from him as I ordinarily would have.

“Elder Kharid has issued an order for your presence at the palace to address an urgent matter,” he said at once, managing to swell another breath larger.

“What is the urgent matter?”

Venan did not answer, opting instead to fix me with an exasperated glare for my lack of instant compliance. I shook out my wind-ruffled hair, which was just as long and pale as his, and started toward the palace. He caught me by the arm before I could take more than two steps.

“You must return to the colony first,” he asserted.

I held back a groan of frustration and decided I was owed a bit of antagonism for my efforts. “Is the matter not urgent after all? Was that a detail you invented to ensure I report to the palace and propel you deeper into Kharid’s good graces, perhaps?”

Elder Kharid,” he corrected me snappishly. “And, no, I am not so childish as that. The Council has requested the inclusion of the human healers in the debriefing. It is your duty to collect them from their infirmary and accompany them to the palace.”

Several pieces of his explanation prickled my attention, and I became serious as I asked, “With what urgent matter could the human healers possibly assist, and why has the Council become involved?”

“You must report to Elder—”

“No, Venan,” I interrupted sharply. “I am not asking you as a warrior or an officer or even a Dhal’atian. I am asking you as a brother. What is happening? Why do I need to gather the humans?”

He eyed me uncertainly for a beat, his achromatic orbs flicking between mine. I knew he was struggling between his obligation to remain tight-lipped at Kharid’s command and his loyalty to our familial bond, but I was unwilling to retract my demand for information. Finally, his voice lowered to prevent overhearing by loitering eavesdroppers, he said, “An unidentified disease has broken out amongst the Novai. The Elders want every healer across Albaterra assigned to diagnosing and curing the illness before it spreads to both humans and A’li-uud. They fear the disease has the potential to grow to pandemic proportions and kill us all.”

 

 


Chapter 2

Phoebe

 “How did this happen, Mr. Killian?”

The infirmary was slow today. Only one overnight patient needed tending thanks to dehydration—an ailment we saw quite commonly, as people tended to push themselves too hard in the relentless desert heat of Dhal’at—and a single other had come in complaining of mysterious allergies. Most of the other nurses were gathered around a host of empty beds, chattering about nothing of substance and counting down the minutes until they were free to leave for the day and ogle the hundreds of soldiers who populated our colony. I wasn’t so lucky. On my exam table sat a well-tanned man, and in my lap rested his upturned hand with a nail straight through his palm.

“Nail gun,” he said a little sheepishly. “And call me Josh. It makes me nervous when people call me Mr. Killian.”

I lifted his hand for closer examination. “I’m no surgeon, but I’d say you’re very lucky. It seems to have missed every bone. I expect you’ll suffer some nerve damage, though.”

“Will it affect my job?” he worried. I didn’t blame him for his concern. Josh Killian was one of the few carpenters who resided in the colony. If he were unable to practice his trade, he would likely be put on grunt duty: delivering goods to the dormitories and homes, performing janitorial work around the common areas, and assisting the colony leads with menial administrative tasks. Everyone who left Earth to take their place in human settlements on Albaterra had done so with a skill or occupation of value. If any of us were rendered incapable of performing said skill or occupation, we did not have the luxury of collecting disability benefits and living out our lives. We were expected to work, to pull our weight and help the colony flourish in all but life-threatening circumstances. Perhaps the demands on us were unfair or militant, but we’d known what we were signing up for when we’d submitted our applications for selection.

Sympathetically, I shrugged and replied, “Like I said, Josh, I’m not a surgeon. I don’t know.”

He cursed and glared at his hand as if it was horribly offensive, and I spun on my wheeled stool to jot some notes down on my clipboard. In many ways, being a nurse on Albaterra was no different than being a nurse on Earth, but I definitely found myself wishing more times than not that I had my laptop to work on rather than handwriting patient details. Unfortunately, until human electricity was figured out on this alien planet if it ever was, we were stuck doing many of our duties the old-fashioned way.

“I’m going to have you wait here,” I told him absently, finishing my scribblings, “and Dr. Griep will be with you shortly.”

“Thanks, ma’am,” Josh responded.

I smiled kindly at the carpenter and stood, leaving him to his woes. It felt good to walk around. The heat of the day had risen to its peak, and sitting for extended periods meant sweat gathering in uncomfortable places, especially for a full-figured woman like myself. Some of the other nurses were never bothered by the arid desert swelter or even found it unpleasant, but they tended to be of the twiggy nymph-like breeds who sweat dewdrops rather than bullets. I’d never regretted my decision to become an Albaterran colonist, but I’d be lying if I claimed I never wondered why fate took my mild climate-born butt from Ohio and plunked me down in the middle of the alien Sahara Desert.

“Dr. Griep,” I called, crossing the vast room to the middle-aged man in the white coat. He turned, and I held out the clipboard to him. “Josh Killian took a nail through the hand. I think he missed bone, but it’s still pretty severe.”

The doctor took the clipboard from me and skimmed my notes with knitted eyebrows. “Pain level?”

“Minimal. His primary complaint is tingling.”

“There’s probably nerve damage,” Dr. Griep mused, frowning. “I hope, for his sake, it’s not permanent.”

A sudden bang detonated through the air, and I looked up in alarm to see the door to the infirmary entrance flung wide open. Crossing the threshold was a tall, blue-skinned A’li-uud with a waist-length curtain of alabaster hair flowing out behind him like a cape. His sculpted mouth was set in a thin line, and his pointed jaw was firmly clenched, but even from a distance, I could see the facetious devilry lurking behind the seriousness in his ghostly white eyes.

I knew this A’li-uud, by sight at least. He was the Interplanetary Affairs Officer for the colony, responsible for the well-being and goings-on of the human settlers in Dhal’at. We had never spoken, but I’d seen him around the colony every single day since my arrival nearly a year ago. Truth be told, while my female co-workers exchanged raunchy comments about the human soldiers, I had instead harbored lustful thoughts more than once toward the limber, sinewy alien. His muscles were carved out of stone, his sharp and mischievous face a work of the gods, and he reeked of the kind of confidence I wished I had.

In short, he was not an unwelcome sight.

“I need all healers to report to me,” he announced. His coarse voice and clipped words carried through the room in layered echoes. The infirmary was not like a modern American hospital, with many floors and private rooms and hallways upon hallways to roam. It was more akin to the hospitals of the 1940s, just a large open space with rows of beds lined up against the walls and only a few separate rooms branching from the sides. Any conversations had could be heard at least in tone, and the resounding command from the A’li-uud was easily understood. “Now.”

“Nurses too?” asked Edie, the most diminutive of all the attendants.

“Yes.”

“We have patients,” Dr. Griep pointed out. He glanced toward Josh Killian out of the corner of his eye, who was now cradling his hand with sallow cheeks.

The IAO followed Dr. Griep’s glimpse, and the shadow of a smirk crossed his thin lips. “I am quite certain he will be here when you return,” he said with tactless amusement. The doctor bristled, and the A’li-uud made an impatient noise in his throat. “Treat him if you must, but Elder Kharid has requested your presence at the palace and attendance is mandatory. I will send a warrior to escort you shortly.”

I hesitated, uncertain if I should remain behind to assist Dr. Griep, but the doctor offered me a nod of reassurance and walked away to handle Josh. The other nurses were gathering around the IAO, and I crossed the room to join them. When I was near enough, I asked him anxiously, “What’s going on?”

For the first time, his eyes turned directly to me. My breath caught in my throat as they pierced through my skin, drilling into my soul. The smirk was still lingering on his lips as he said, “You are going to save the world.”

Volistad

Volistad

Alien Mates Series Book 3
It is NOT Live yet so the links don’t work!

 

 

She was ready for anything, but not for this brutal Alien War…

 

Volistad is a handsome alien ranger who has to protect his planet, Chalice, from unwanted visitors.

Joanna Angeles is ready for anything. She has been dispatched to a frozen planet at the back end of nowhere, accompanied only by an advanced A.I. known as Barbas.

Her mission?
She has to transform an unliveable frozen wasteland into a home for over hundred thousand colonists within ten years. Unbeknownst to her, the brutal glacier world is not as lifeless as she thought. When her planetfall is mistaken for the coming of a deity by the local ranger, Volistad, Joanna finds herself embroiled in an ancient war.

Can Joanna and Volistad find common ground, despite their vast differences?
Can they forge a connection to unite their two peoples? Or will the ice-bound world of Chalice claim them all?

Join Joanna & Bardas in their mission to survive to this exotic and new harsh planet..

 

Khrel

Khrel

Albaterra Mates Series Book 5

 

 

There is nothing he wouldn’t do for his kingdom…except lose her.

Lena is a life coach who has dedicated her career to helping others find their purpose. After realizing she had lost her own path somewhere along the way, she made the journey from Earth to Albaterra in the hopes of finding her calling. When three months on the alien planet pass and she is no closer to the self-actualization she needs, however, Lena begins to feel like a fraud.

Khrel is a no-nonsense War Chief in the swamp kingdom of Pentaba, and he knows exactly what he wants. His life is a tribute to his Elder and his people, and he is willing to compromise everything for the Council. Until he meets Lena. She is able to burrow past his hardened exterior and see him for his deepest self unlike anyone else has before, and his unwavering alpha demeanor is thrown into question as he finds himself craving to know her and lusting after her voluptuous figure.

The Council has permitted a camp of Novai to settle in Pentaba, but Khrel discovers it might be his undoing when one night leads to desperate acts of violence. He rescues Lena from a rogue Novai colonist, but in saving her life he realizes he may lose his. Lena is forced into isolation under Khrel’s watchful eye for her protection and hatches a plan to escape and reunite with her only friend. When her plot puts her in jeopardy again, it is up to Khrel to protect her, but at what cost? Lena soon learns the lengths the muscular A’li-uud will go to for her safety, and Khrel is faced with a possible future in which everything he’s worked for is destroyed.

Is there any chance Lena and Khrel can have it all, including each other?

Kerr

Kerr

Alien Mates Series Book 1

 

 

My dad decided about my future without me.
I have to marry an Alien Prince I have never seen before, and I will have to sacrifice my happiness for the best of humanity.
But how can I do that?

Kataline is a curvy, sensitive, lovely woman who has to marry the Alien Prince, Kerr. Her father arranged this marriage to bring peace on Earth without asking her about her feelings! She is the first genetically engineered woman, and she has never had sex before in her life!

Kerr is the Alien Prince of the Planet Euthenia. His mother died while he was very young and he has never met true love. He is the most handsome Alpha male on his planet, and even though he could have any woman he wanted, he arranged this marriage for political reasons. His father is against his decision, but Kerr has to follow his own path as he is to become the future King!

Those two never-loved souls have to make this work. However, one of them has a dark secret. A secret unknown to everyone except for Kataline’s father who will not say anything about it until it is too late. While they are heading back to Planet Euthenia, an Uprising starts there by Earth Colonists.

When Kerr’s father is informed about it, he imprisons Kataline.

Was this Kataline’s father plan all along? Was she a part of the scheme? Will Kerr save her or not? What will happen between those two?


Lokos

Lokos

Albaterra Mates Series Book 4

 

 

A new beginning is on the horizon…but it may already be seeing its end.

Celine is thrilled to be the first nutritionist and amongst the first civilians to colonize Albaterra, though she has no idea what to expect. After an alliance has been formed between humans and the A’li-uud, NASA begins recruiting volunteers willing to settle in designated wards across the alien planet, and she has signed up for the fifth wave along with her best friend. It was the opportunity of a lifetime and an adventure that was sure to be literally out of this world.

Dane

Dane

Albaterra Mates Series Book 3

 

You are making decisions out of fear, not out of logic and reason…

Beautiful and sophisticated, Roxanne Rigby is NASA’s new Ambassador of Alien Relations—which means it’s her job to deal with the very creatures trying to destroy her and her planet. Earth is in the midst of a war with the A’li-uud, an alien race intent on exterminating humanity from existence, and Roxanne is the only hope for a truce. She is a young, inexperienced woman, but she is determined to do her part and save humans everywhere from decimation.

Dane, better known as Elder De’inde to his loyal warriors, although new to his leadership role, despite being the descendant of a long line of A’li-uud Elders, he exudes the natural confidence and unyielding dominance required for the position. When he meets with Roxanne to discuss a peace treaty, however, his assurance is thrown into question as he loses focus on the war because he just can’t get the shapely, refined woman out of his mind.

With only one Elder on Earth for Roxanne to negotiate with, it is up to Dane to decide the fate of humans. The next thing she knows, Roxanne finds herself aboard a ship bound for Albaterra to confer with the entire Elder Council, accompanied by a handful of soldiers, many blue-skinned A’li-uud, and the Elder who makes her stomach flutter. With an abundance of opposition for her cause from the aliens, as well as a lecherous human General, it doesn’t take long for her to realize there may be no hope for humanity after all—and that the end might be at Dane’s hands.

Will Roxanne be the saving grace without condemning herself to an emotional death? Will Dane find a balance between the call of Elderhood and the call of his heart?

Duke

Duke

Albaterra Mates Series Book 2

He was sent to destroy her and everyone like her…but can he?

Emily heard the stories of the Paragon survivors and their encounters with the strange alien race, but she never thought she would meet one herself. After all, she’s just a bored artist working as a store clerk to make ends meet, hoping for the adventure of the lifetime. She gets more than she bargained for, however, when a normal day off turns into the most unexpected, terrifying day of her life.

Perhaps the greatest militant Elder in A’li-uud history, Du’ciact (Duke) is eager to join the Albaterran warriors on their mission to destroy humanity. It’s cold and bloodthirsty, but he will do anything to protect his planet and its people. Within minutes of landing on Earth, he discovers the voluptuous, inquisitive Emily and is instantly struck by an inescapable passion that changes everything.

No matter how interested in the stony alien she is, Emily cannot forget he’s there to eliminate everything she holds so dear—including her own life. She must reconcile her desire to stay with him with her need to save herself, along with anyone else she can. Duke finds himself torn, as well, between his dedication to his race and his seemingly unbreakable connection to Emily. When their decisions are wrenched from their hands, however, they are forced to succumb to their instincts…even if that means leaving each other behind.

Will Emily and Duke rely on their logic in a time of war, or will their hearts win out?

 

Rex

Rex

Albaterra Mates Series Book 1

 What would you do if you were forced to choose between your race and your love?

Tabitha Bartel lives to serve and please people – until she finds herself taking orders from an alien she would never have imagined to exist. After accepting the position of Chef aboard NASA’s ship, the Paragon, she thought she would have plenty of time to reevaluate her life, soaring into space. She never expected that the ship would catch fire and plummet onto a strange planet to what should have been her death, much less to find herself in the company of white-eyed, blue-skinned aliens.

Rexstrenu’us, known informally as Rex, is the youngest A’li-uud Elder in a very long time, and for a good reason. He is a skilled warrior, admirably intuitive, and fiercely dedicated to the protection and prosperity of his people. When he finds the curvy and curly-haired Tabitha at the Paragon’s crash site, however, his priorities are thrown into question as he is faced with upholding his leadership obligations while entertaining his relentless interest in the lovely human.

The entire planet of Albaterra is turned upside down as humans and A’li-uud alike are suddenly in fear for their lives, and the stirrings of a budding war begin to disrupt the once-peaceful alien civilization. Amidst the panic, Rex discovers Tabitha’s life is in danger from vigilantes and Elders opposed to his affections. He will do anything he can to protect her, but, when he learns of her dark history from another Paragon survivor, and she discovers his role in her near-death experience, they realize they may not even be able to trust each other.

Will Tabitha be able to rescue her fellow surviving crewmembers without compromising her relationship with Rex?Will Rex manage to be the Elder his people trust without forsaking his love? In the end, will any of it matter at all?