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Ensnared Bride
Ensnared Bride
Ensnared Bride
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Ensnared Bride

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Enslaved Earthling Monica just wants to get through another day without being punished by her alien masters. When the warlord Javintore comes to visit Monica is tricked into helping with an assassination plot. Now she could face execution for her alleged crime.

Javintore decides to claim Monica rather than have her killed. He’s intrigued by this pretty human slave who dared to try and kill a Hax-Rah warlord.

Monica fears she’s gone from a bad situation to a worse one. Hax-Rah warlords are notorious, and she’s already gotten on Javintore's bad side. By the author of Indentured Bride!

LanguageEnglish
Release dateDec 1, 2016
ISBN9781370005543
Ensnared Bride
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Yamila Abraham

Yamila Abraham founded the publishing company Yaoi Press in 2004. Over the last decade she's overseen the publication 50 Boy's Love titles including graphic novels, comic books, novels, and art books. Abraham has successfully licensed Yaoi Press titles into several foreign languages.Abraham is a prolific writer with over a dozen graphic novel and novels in print with four different publishers. She wrote two of Yaoi Press' best selling series: Winter Demon and Dark Prince. She's written hundreds of novels, both yaoi and science fiction romance, that have been translated into foreign languages. Her first scholarly article on the topic of international BL was published by McFarland Press in 2010. Abraham currently works diligently on numerous illustrated ebooks through Yaoi Press' newest imprint, Yaoi Prose. Abraham has been a speaker or guest of honor at 150 anime fan conventions.

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    Totally darling novella. There were some typos to ignore, but our hero is so awesome, I didn’t mind too much.

    The H is a really GOOD person, while still being strong and smart. We don’t get enough of that in this genre.

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Chapter 1

By my clock you should have 36 cores done, Ducra said to Monica in perfect English. The alien overseer dumped the slave’s pile of pink luminescent saccus nut cores off the metal plate she’d piled them on.

Monica continued struggling to remove the core she was working on without rupturing it (a ruptured core was a tr’sark zap). She didn’t know how many were on the plate. Each one she fell short of her quota was a zap.

…thirty-three, thirty-four… Ducra put the last core back on the plate. Thirty-five. The alien’s pale yellow eyes narrowed at her.

She gave a final gentle tug on her nut and the core popped free. Monica’s chest heaved with rapid breaths. Her thundering heart felt like it was going to erupt from her chest.

Ducra took the final core and placed it in her collection bag. Thirty-six.

Oh thank God!

Fortunately Ducra wasn’t one of Monica’s crueler masters, who would shock her anyway just for fun. The red and purple hued alien seemed to see doling punishments as just another chore.

Empty your waste bucket before you go to sleep, Ducra said. She placed Monica’s paper-wrapped food ration on her workstation and filled her metal pitcher with water. Keep the stink down. We have visitors coming.

"Yes, serat," Monica said with her head bowed. She waited for the alien to move on to the slave next to her before snatching the bundle.

Monica gobbled what she assumed to be a clump of soggy ground beef. She downed the liter of tepid water with loud gulps. Once her thirst and hunger pains had been seen to she gathered the bucket she defecated in.

The other two women in her small work area didn’t earn any shocks. Monica let her tightened shoulder muscles slacken when she heard Ducra exit the room.

She brought her bucket to the sewer hole across the concrete floor. Another slave, Emory, came beside her to dump hers also.

Visitors, huh? The bony blond woman in her fifties tipped her bucket into the hole. The stench that repelled upwards no longer bothered Monica. Maybe it’s the Alliance?

Why do you get your hopes up? Monica said.

She took her empty bucket back to her station. The cot behind her work stool was only half the length of her 5’ 6" body. She had to curl her knees to her stomach in order to fit.

Nine days without a zap. Monica drew a deep breath of air into her slender frame. Keep it going. You may never have to feel that pain ever again. The pitiful hope didn’t raise her spirits, but at least it kept her from sinking any lower.

She imagined herself swimming in an Olympic-sized pool until she drifted to sleep.

Hours later high-pitched alien voices worked their way into her dream. She squinted in a state of half-wakefulness trying to make sense of the noise. Then something touched her hand.

Monica jolted awake. Hovering over her cot were two tall pale green aliens with grotesquely long faces and glistening black eyes. Panic seized her at once, but then her morning amnesia faded. She remembered that she lived in a world where weird aliens were plausible.

The beings, clad in long gray gowns with long arms jutting from draping sleeves, spoke to each other in high-pitched noises that seemed to echo from inside their own mouths.

Monica stared at them, huddled against the wall. They’d pushed aside her work table to get to her. These must have been the visitors Ducra mentioned.

Let me taste your skin.

Monica’s eyes widened. The alien switched seamlessly to English.

Don’t! A sick thud of horror hit the bottom of her stomach.

The bald alien scowled. It won’t hurt. Its gangly arm lowered to clutch her wrist. An impossibly long tongue fell out of its mouth. The tip moistened her palm and then withdrew. It let her go to resume its chatter with the other alien. Monica assumed it was reporting what it had tasted.

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