Slag: Book Four in the Galaxy Pirates Alien Abduction Romance Series (Shifter) by Alana Khan (i like reading books .TXT) 📗

I’m a very lucky woman.

The End

Dear Reader,

I love all my book babies and book boyfriends, but wow! I sure loved this book. From Slag’s poignant one-word scenes to the red-driven sex, to the couples’ growing love. There were narrow escapes from villains, sexy sojourns at the waterfall (was that not one of the most romantic proposals you’ve ever read?) and ya gotta love that dreambaby, right?

Perhaps it’s TMI, but my father took up sculpting late in life and here’s his piece called “Sweet Dreams.” I put it as an homage to my dad in the scene where Kylie stops Oz on his run through the castle to steal it for Thantose. You can see the front and back of it in this mirror shot.

Next up in the Alanaverse will be WarDog. Book Twelve in the Galaxy Gladiators series. Keep scrolling for a sneak peek at his story.

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I’m what’s called an Indie author (short for independent). That means I don’t have a big publishing house behind me to pay for pricey ads and book tours. It’s just little old me sitting at my desk seven days a week writing romantic heroes and kickass heroines grinding out newsletters, writing blurbs, editing, and so much more trying to keep a roof over my head. (And my faithful assistant). How do we do it, you ask?? We work hard and we ask wonderful readers like you to spend one minute writing a review on Amazon. The folks at Amazon even make it easy for you. Their link should appear right after you finish reading chapter one of WarDog below.

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Alana

Sneak Peek of WarDog (The great cover is coming, just picture a humungous dog with a large ruff of mane and a metal collar with four-inch spikes.)

WarDog

Book 12 in the Galaxy Gladiators Alien Abduction Romance Series (Shifter)

By

Alana Khan

Chapter One

Willa

The air is redolent with humid warmth as I wander through a dense forest crowded with tall, leafy trees. A few shards of dim light drift through the thick canopy and dapple the ground, but it’s dark down here on the forest floor.

The smell is rich and fertile with decomposing leaves. Birds call to each other from up above. I feel protected in the gloam. I allow the cocoon of safety to blanket me, feeling my body stand down for what feels like the first time in months.

A huntsman approaches. Because I’m feeling safe here, surrounded by the peaceful ambience of the forest, I don’t startle, I just watch him. He’s tall and powerful, his erect posture shouting his control. Brown hair streaked with blond reaches halfway down his back. An animal pelt is thrown over his shoulders; leather breeches hug his muscular thighs.

His face holds intelligent golden eyes that are keenly interested in me. His lips are full and sensual. The first thought arrowing into my brain is to wonder what it would be like to kiss those lips. By the way his gaze caresses my face, I think he’s wondering the same thing about me.

A small smile tips the corners of his mouth even as he slows his approach, then stops. A sound vibrates from deep in the back of his throat as he waits expectantly. Though not a word has been exchanged, I know he's waiting for me to bridge the distance between us.

Feeling no fear, I edge closer. With each step, his appealing looks become more apparent. Tanned skin, wide shoulders, rippled abdomen and trim hips beckon me.

The stirrings of desire build in my pelvis, then swirl there, gathering strength until I feel the drumbeat of arousal lower, as it pulses in my clit.

A dim recess of my mind wonders why I feel so calm, why I have no fear, but I continue to approach him until we’re almost toe to toe. I look up into his face and notice the sharp planes of his cheekbones, the warm gold of his eyes.

After laying down his bow, he grips both of my shoulders in his huge, calloused hands. Everything about him is warm, not just the expression on his face, but his skin--heat radiates off him.

My nipples prick, desperate to be held in his large palms.

A little moan escapes me as he wordlessly dips his head toward me, eliminating the distance between us. When he finally kisses me, just a simple kiss, just lip on lip, I moan even louder as I release everything I’ve been holding back for so long.

Gone is the tightly wound woman who never wanted to share herself with anyone. I banish her, wishing for the briefest moment I could slay her. I want this, and make the conscious decision to allow it.

He pulls my shirt over my head and tugs my pants off before I’m truly aware it’s happening. I’m not embarrassed, though. On the contrary, I’m enthralled. He proceeds more slowly as he removes his leather breeches. As impatient as he was to see me, it’s as if he’s allowing me time to savor his body.

And savor I do. With every mouthwatering inch he reveals, my body’s need spikes higher.

He cocks an eyebrow in silent question, as if to ask if I want this. I soundlessly nod. Part of the magic of what’s happening is that we haven’t exchanged a word.

Dipping his mouth to the curve of my neck, he kisses, then licks, then bites me there. I feel his sharp canines before I