He is determined to save her, whether she likes it or not!
He’ll do anything to be her knight in purple armor.
Genre: Science Fiction / Alien/ Fantasy Romance
Bucking family tradition, Dyre is determined to become his planet’s first hero, even if it breaks his mother’s heart. He sets out on numerous quests to save the universe, however his altruism never seems to turn out quite as expected. Who knew doing the right thing was so hard?
In between saving those who don’t want his help—and the chaos that follows—he rescues a damsel in distress. She doesn’t appreciate his heroic abduction, and even worse, once Dyre gets to know the outspoken human, he entertains less than noble thoughts about ravishing her.
It takes only a couple of comical mishaps, some hot kisses and danger for Dyre and his human damsel Betty to discover their happily ever after—and thank the stars for a heroine who ends up saving this hero, and the galaxy, from his chivalrous side.
Each book in the Alien Abduction series can be read as a stand alone but for total reader enjoyment, it is recommended you read them in order.
- Book 1 – Accidental Abduction
- Book 2- Intentional Abduction
- Book 3 – Dual Abduction
- Book 4 – Mercenary Abduction
- Book 5 – Heroic Abduction
- Book 6 – Holiday Abduction
- Book 7 – Reader Abduction
Facing the approaching crowd, who slithered up steps carved into the rock on the other side of the mountain, Dyre couldn’t wait to tell them he’d beaten back the beast menacing them. Freed them from their reign of terror. He’d be a hero. They’d honor his name, not that he performed his good deeds for recognition. Just knowing he did the right thing was gift enough for him.
Beaming his widest smile, and showing his finely sharpened teeth, Dyre held his arms wide open and announced, “Good aliens of this planet, I, Dyreokulan, mighty Kulin warrior of the planet Aressotle—” He left out the part where his own family had exiled him because he’d renounced their mercenary ways. “—have saved you from the monster plaguing your life and taking your virgin daughters.” The swarm of tentacled aliens rumbled. He bowed. “No thanks are required. I am pleased I could provide my assistance.”
Speech said, he clasped his hands together and waited for the cheers. The applause. Maybe even the slobbery hug of an ecstatic mother able to bring her female child home.
A low grumble went through the crowd, a discontented sound that swelled in treble especially when a multi-armed female, looking remarkably like the one he just saved, pushed her way to the forefront and screamed, “There’s the imposter who stole my sacred spot.”
“And her accomplice who broke our lucky chain of sacrifices,” bellowed a male with a wave of his numerous appendages.
“Capture them so that we might feed on their bodies and appease the gods,” yelled another.
Uh-oh. Not yet another incident where the right thing was ill received. Dyre seemed to have issues with that. Of more concern were their claims. Had he saved an imposter? Was she not a virgin?
Turning to the female he’d rescued, Dyre caught her backing away, her appearance shimmering. The fuzzy edge of her shape made him blink.
“Stupid, cheap, malfunctioning piece of crap,” she grumbled as she slapped at her chest.
Before Dyre’s disbelieving eyes, the prodigiously ugly female disappeared only to be replaced by an even odder appearing one.
Boasting light-hued flesh with short, cropped almost white hair was a two-legged humanoid with only two breasts. Dyre gaped at her. Where was all her color? Her extra arms? Razor-sharp teeth or claws?
“What in the universe are you?” he asked.
“I’m a human, dum-dum.” Her clear green eyes rolled with evident disdain. “Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of my kind?”
“Human?” His eyes widened. “As in an Earthling barbarian? But how? Your kind is not on the approved list of galactic travelers.”
“Yeah, like that stops people from smuggling us off planet,” she snorted. “And could we discuss this another time, say like when we’re not being chased by an angry mob.”
Dyre cast a glance over his shoulder. Hmm. Good point.
He turned back to offer his assistance only to see the human had already put her feet into motion. Since Dyre had no set direction, he followed the Earthling female as she raced down the mountainside, her nimble feet leaping from rock to sandy surface to boulder.
Despite his questions about her presence on this planet, Dyre couldn’t help but admire her agility—and her trim buttocks. She might sport a less-than-pleasing coloration—which a dip in a violet-hued dye would fix—but, encased in tight slacks, her rounded and plentiful rear end was most pleasing to watch, as was the occasional glimpse he got of her jiggling mammary glands.
Bounding down the incline, he caught up to the female and kept pace—as well as started a conversation. “So, where are we going?”
“I don’t know about you, but I am escaping.”
“Does it matter?” she huffed, sliding a bit on some loose gravel. “So long as it doesn’t have angry aliens, I’ll consider it an improvement.”
“Might I inquire as to how you found yourself tethered on the hillside?” he queried, ducking as a spear went flying overhead.
“No, you might not,” she sassed back. “Now, would you shut the hell up and leave me alone? Or better yet, since you’re the one who messed up my plan, why don’t you stall the mob chasing us while I get away?”
“My lady desires a rescue?” The hero code had an entry for just such a request.
Dyre halted in his tracks and whirled to face the oncoming horde, just in time to bat away another spear.
“What are you doing?” yelled the human.
Did she suffer from short-term memory loss? “Rescuing you. Fear not, pale maiden, I shall hold back the invading forces while you flee to safety.” A glorious task for a hero.
“Are you for real?”
What a strange question. “I am not a holographic image if that is what you are asking. Quick, make your escape while I stall the advancing enemy.”
A peek over his shoulder saw her standing still. She sighed. “Of all the stupid things.” Soft fingers clasped his arm and tugged. “Don’t just stand there, you idiot. Let’s go.”
“Go?” He cast a glance forward at the tentacled aliens who didn’t move down the mountain as quickly as he and the human. It seemed they weren’t quite as fleet of foot, but they wielded wicked spears. He deflected another one with the flat of his sword. “But I thought you wanted me to protect your retreat?”
“So did I, but apparently a little thing called my moral conscience won’t allow me to let you die. I’m just as confused by it as you are. Now would you get your big purple feet moving? We’ve got a spaceship to reach.”
“A new objective.” His expression brightened. “Lead the way.”
Sprinting after the female, who seemed determined to confuse him with her ever-changing quests, he couldn’t help but think he preferred this new plan. While dying as a hero sounded great in theory, it was also kind of final, for him at least. At least this new request might see him living a touch bit longer, giving him a chance to do more good, and aid the female, who now bore an interesting pink flush to her cheeks as she panted.
He approved of the subtle color, but also noted what it meant. The lady tired. Dyre could help with that.
Tucking his pistol back in its holster, he then used his free hand to grip the female around the waist and hoist her over his shoulder. She showed her immediate appreciation by pounding him on the back, easing some tense muscles, and trying to alleviate his burden by screaming, “Put me down.”
How generous of her, but not needed. He’d trained with worse weights. She was feather-light in comparison. “While your desire to not tax my prodigious strength is kind, fear not. I can carry you. Simply lead me in the right direction, and I shall take you to safety.”
And perhaps earn a boon, like a kiss. Pale or not, the female did possess a tempting mouth—when it wasn’t yelling.
He’s big, he’s purple and he wants to be a hero, not a mercenary. What a shame he’s got bad genes working against him.
Copy Editor: Amanda L. Pederick
Cover Artist:Amanda Kelsey – www.razzdazzdesign.com