Chapter One
"Officer Clark," Danielle murmured into the handset. She
dimmed the headlights and slowed the police cruiser, inching
the vehicle quietly along the gravel road.
"10–20, Officer Danielle?" Her friend and fellow
officer asked her location.
"Moonbeam Side Road." Street address of one highly
suspicious manwhore. She hunched over the steering wheel,
staring into the darkness with grim determination. No more
women will disappear on my watch.
"Officer Danielle..." She heard the refusal in Clark's voice.
"I know he's up to something, Officer," Danielle insisted.
"As I knew your perp had a weapon," she
not–so–subtly reminded him.
"10–4, Officer Danielle." Clark sighed, the radio
crackling with static. "This makes us even. 10–18."
He doesn't believe me. No one does. She slammed the handset
back into place. Yet all of the signs point to foul play.
A good soldier listens to her gut, her mother's voice echoed
in her mind. Danielle slid her right hand over her police
uniform, fingering the reassuring outline of her dog tags.
A good soldier never cries. She whacked the window controls
with her fist. Fresh air poured inside the vehicle, the
night breeze cool and scented with pine needles, and her
melancholy retreated.
Danielle stuck her head out the window and gazed up at the
stars. One star, glowing as bright as the full moon, moved
farther away from her.
Moved? She frowned. How—
The cruiser shuddered and she turned her head in time to see
a large black–and–green object hit the
windshield. The entity cracked the supposedly uncrackable
glass, a spider web of fragments spanning out from the
center of impact, and it rolled over the hood, leaving a
trail of dents.
"Stay still." She grabbed the first–aid kit stashed in
the door pocket. "And remain calm." Her heart pounded
painfully as she dashed around the hood of the car, rock
fragments crunching under her sturdy police boots. "I'm a
police officer. I've been trained to deal with these
situations." Danielle stopped. Temporarily blinded by the
headlights, she couldn't see anything.
"Lejno." The mumbled word originated from the brightness and
she breathed a sigh of relief. He lives.
With a rumbling groan, the owner of the deep, sexy voice
staggered to his feet. He rolled back his
green–and–black shoulders, his joints popping in
a barrage of rapid–fire cracks. Danielle's mouth
dropped open and the first–aid kit fell with a thump
onto the gravel road. Every inch of her accident victim was
green or black.
He loomed over her, his huge, colorful body covered with
ridges from the top of his bald skull down to the waistband
of his black leather outfit. She tilted her head back to
meet his swirling gaze.
"You're not human." Her fingers shook as she fumbled for her
gun. "At least, not like any human I've ever seen. What are
you?"
"I am Warrior Krol Nowak." He extended his hands. Long
silver blades protruded from his wrist armor.
Danger. Danielle stepped back, fear twisting her stomach.
"Don't move, Warrior Krol." She raised her gun and aimed it
between his constantly moving eyes. "And put your arms in
the air."
His forehead ridges rattled as they condensed. "Your two
commands are incompatible, druzka." He stalked toward her,
his form large and menacing.
Sweat trickled down Danielle's neck. Space guns were
strapped to his muscular torso and daggers decorated his
tight leather pants. She held a simple service revolver. "I
repeat. Don't move, or I'll shoot."
Krol grinned, displaying teeth too sharp and pointed to be
human. "You are a warrior, my Danielle. I am the best warrior."
She swallowed hard, her mouth dry with fear. "How do you
know my—"
He sprang toward her, his movements blurring, and Danielle
reacted on instinct, pulling the trigger. The bullet
ricocheted off his knee ridge, the deafening sound followed
by an animalistic howl. Krol twisted the gun from her hands,
took three steps to the right and lobbed it with inhuman
strength deep into the brush.
"I shot you." Confused, Danielle glared at his leg. Red
blood trickled down it, yet he remained standing. "I shot you."
"Yes." Krol retracted his wrist blades as he strode back to
her. Gravel crunched under his big boots. "I am enjoying our
courting."
"Courting?" Danielle backed away from the approaching alien,
discomforted by his size and anxiously aware she was
woefully unarmed. A good soldier knows when to retreat.
In a flash of black and green, he captured her waist and
pulled her forward, bumping her hips against his. The
strength she'd always prided herself on paled next to his,
his arms bulging with muscles and ridges.
"Courting," he confirmed. His hypnotizing gaze dropped to
her lips and Danielle sucked in her breath, excitement
coiling within her. He isn't thinking of...he's an alien. He
wouldn't—
Krol covered her mouth with his, his hard lips pulverizing
her soft flesh, grinding, conquering, owning. Danielle
clenched her teeth, blocking his access to her mouth, and
she struggled to free herself, pushing against his chest
with her hands. He was hard, strong and male. Her body
responded to his dominance, her nipples tightening and her
pussy moistening.
Her spaceman growled, the primitive sound curling Danielle's
boot–covered toes. "Open." He stroked her cheek with
his calloused fingers, sending shivers of delight down her
spine.
"No way. I'm not letting some alien inside me." She raised
her chin defiantly, her lips plump and throbbing with his
hard usage.
Their gazes met and held, and a grin slowly spread across
his face. Krol bobbed his head once as though acknowledging
her challenge, and Danielle readied herself, bracing for
impact. He attacked, bending down to recapture her mouth,
his forceful kiss driving her head back.""Chapter One
"Officer Clark," Danielle murmured into the handset. She
dimmed the headlights and slowed the police cruiser, inching
the vehicle quietly along the gravel road.
"10–20, Officer Danielle?" Her friend and fellow
officer asked her location.
"Moonbeam Side Road." Street address of one highly
suspicious manwhore. She hunched over the steering wheel,
staring into the darkness with grim determination. No more
women will disappear on my watch.
"Officer Danielle..." She heard the refusal in Clark's voice.
"I know he's up to something, Officer," Danielle insisted.
"As I knew your perp had a weapon," she
not–so–subtly reminded him.
"10–4, Officer Danielle." Clark sighed, the radio
crackling with static. "This makes us even. 10–18."
He doesn't believe me. No one does. She slammed the handset
back into place. Yet all of the signs point to foul play.
A good soldier listens to her gut, her mother's voice echoed
in her mind. Danielle slid her right hand over her police
uniform, fingering the reassuring outline of her dog tags.
A good soldier never cries. She whacked the window controls
with her fist. Fresh air poured inside the vehicle, the
night breeze cool and scented with pine needles, and her
melancholy retreated.
Danielle stuck her head out the window and gazed up at the
stars. One star, glowing as bright as the full moon, moved
farther away from her.
Moved? She frowned. How—
The cruiser shuddered and she turned her head in time to see
a large black–and–green object hit the
windshield. The entity cracked the supposedly uncrackable
glass, a spider web of fragments spanning out from the
center of impact, and it rolled over the hood, leaving a
trail of dents.
"Stay still." She grabbed the first–aid kit stashed in
the door pocket. "And remain calm." Her heart pounded
painfully as she dashed around the hood of the car, rock
fragments crunching under her sturdy police boots. "I'm a
police officer. I've been trained to deal with these
situations." Danielle stopped. Temporarily blinded by the
headlights, she couldn't see anything.
"Lejno." The mumbled word originated from the brightness and
she breathed a sigh of relief. He lives.
With a rumbling groan, the owner of the deep, sexy voice
staggered to his feet. He rolled back his
green–and–black shoulders, his joints popping in
a barrage of rapid–fire cracks. Danielle's mouth
dropped open and the first–aid kit fell with a thump
onto the gravel road. Every inch of her accident victim was
green or black.
He loomed over her, his huge, colorful body covered with
ridges from the top of his bald skull down to the waistband
of his black leather outfit. She tilted her head back to
meet his swirling gaze.
"You're not human." Her fingers shook as she fumbled for her
gun. "At least, not like any human I've ever seen. What are
you?"
"I am Warrior Krol Nowak." He extended his hands. Long
silver blades protruded from his wrist armor.
Danger. Danielle stepped back, fear twisting her stomach.
"Don't move, Warrior Krol." She raised her gun and aimed it
between his constantly moving eyes. "And put your arms in
the air."
His forehead ridges rattled as they condensed. "Your two
commands are incompatible, druzka." He stalked toward her,
his form large and menacing.
Sweat trickled down Danielle's neck. Space guns were
strapped to his muscular torso and daggers decorated his
tight leather pants. She held a simple service revolver. "I
repeat. Don't move, or I'll shoot."
Krol grinned, displaying teeth too sharp and pointed to be
human. "You are a warrior, my Danielle. I am the best warrior."
She swallowed hard, her mouth dry with fear. "How do you
know my—"
He sprang toward her, his movements blurring, and Danielle
reacted on instinct, pulling the trigger. The bullet
ricocheted off his knee ridge, the deafening sound followed
by an animalistic howl. Krol twisted the gun from her hands,
took three steps to the right and lobbed it with inhuman
strength deep into the brush.
"I shot you." Confused, Danielle glared at his leg. Red
blood trickled down it, yet he remained standing. "I shot you."
"Yes." Krol retracted his wrist blades as he strode back to
her. Gravel crunched under his big boots. "I am enjoying our
courting."
"Courting?" Danielle backed away from the approaching alien,
discomforted by his size and anxiously aware she was
woefully unarmed. A good soldier knows when to retreat.
In a flash of black and green, he captured her waist and
pulled her forward, bumping her hips against his. The
strength she'd always prided herself on paled next to his,
his arms bulging with muscles and ridges.
"Courting," he confirmed. His hypnotizing gaze dropped to
her lips and Danielle sucked in her breath, excitement
coiling within her. He isn't thinking of...he's an alien. He
wouldn't—
Krol covered her mouth with his, his hard lips pulverizing
her soft flesh, grinding, conquering, owning. Danielle
clenched her teeth, blocking his access to her mouth, and
she struggled to free herself, pushing against his chest
with her hands. He was hard, strong and male. Her body
responded to his dominance, her nipples tightening and her
pussy moistening.
Her spaceman growled, the primitive sound curling Danielle's
boot–covered toes. "Open." He stroked her cheek with
his calloused fingers, sending shivers of delight down her
spine.
"No way. I'm not letting some alien inside me." She raised
her chin defiantly, her lips plump and throbbing with his
hard usage.
Their gazes met and held, and a grin slowly spread across
his face. Krol bobbed his head once as though acknowledging
her challenge, and Danielle readied herself, bracing for
impact. He attacked, bending down to recapture her mouth,
his forceful kiss driving her head back.
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