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    Alien Soldier
    Alien Soldier
    Alien Soldier
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    Alien Soldier

    By Philipa Marvel

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    Maven Sun, a rebel on a mission, awakes in shackles to discover, Tyr, a gorgeous soldier with his own secrets, has arranged for her to be a concubine aboard a pleasure ship.

    Determined to fight for her freedom, Maven's plan to escape is complicated when the soldier with the beautiful eyes works his own agenda on her.

    But a new danger comes aboard, and soldier and rebel are forced to confront their irresistible attraction...while fighting for their lives. 

    What they do sparks a revolution.

    Alien Soldier is a clean science-fiction romance with a huge dose of action & adventure.
     

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherME Harmon
    Release dateDec 24, 2016
    ISBN9781386820246
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      Alien Soldier - Philipa Marvel

      One

      It was close now. Death. Maven tapped the oxygen gauge on the console. She knew it was a useless gesture. The level was at two percent, nothing was going to change that. She was going to die. Alone.

      The Bluestar’s twenty-foot wide cabin sat in near darkness. To conserve power, only a few of the controls in front of Maven remained lit. The navigation, communication, and engineering stations on the control deck stood unmanned. Her crew had taken the escape capsules and abandoned ship hours ago.

      Of course she would die alone. After all she’d been through, it made perfect sense this would be her fate.

      Save me, she said aloud to the empty control deck and immediately hated herself. Maven Sun didn’t beg. She didn’t plead. This had been her choice after all. The cargo in the ship’s hold was too precious to abandon. As the pilot, it had been her duty to do everything humanly. No – humanly wasn’t the right word, it had been her duty to do everything genetically feasible to make sure the cargo reached Earth.

      Maven stared at the expanse of stars outside the Bluestar’s bridge. No matter how lethal, the beauty of space was magnificent. She had been a voyager among those beams of light for ten long cycles. Perched in the captain’s chair gazing at the very thing that had set her heart to pounding was a good way to die. A good way for a pilot to die.

      Pinpricks of white light exploded in her vision. Her oxygen-deprived brain was shutting down. Pain seared Maven’s chest as she feebly tried to draw in what little air remained. But even to her ears, every breath sounded more ragged. In addition to life support, climate controls had failed, too. The temperature had climbed slowly, but now her body worked to cool itself. Sweat dripped into her eyes unfettered.

      The mayday signal was strong and broadcasting on all channels, so that was something. She checked the navigation controls one last time. On this trajectory, and with a little a lot of luck, the ship would be intercepted by the authorities who’d finish what she couldn’t. Or if pirates found her instead, her organs would be ground up and sold as talismans on a dozen planets.

      Maybe this had been a fool’s mission from the start. Humans were harvested, bought and sold for scientific research everyday by the advanced races. Who was she to think she could save any?

      Because of Maven’s bravado, six earthlings lay in a suspended animated sleep in her ship’s hold. If she didn’t get to the rendezvous point to meet her contact, they were most likely going to die in those stasis pods. She white-knuckled the chair’s armrest in shame.

      No more stars now. Neither outside nor the odd burst of light behind her eyes as her brain shut down. Darkness had seeped in, blocking out all else. The only thing she could sense was a far-off beeping of an alarm.

      She was being pulled down now. Pulled down a long tunnel that begged for her to let go. Let go of life. To sleep. Rest.

      Maven let herself fall, despite the pesky beeping. It was getting louder. The agony in her chest faded, and a pleasant tingling washed over her like a gentle wave.

      But a part of her brain, the no-nonsense aviator part, screamed for Maven to pay attention. And despite the overwhelming pull of the darkness, she did.

      The proximity alarm. A ship! A ship was approaching.

      Maven kicked against the abyss and willed her mind to swim back to the sound of the alarm. She screamed in her head, this time not a desperate plea but a command, Save me! Save me!

      Two

      The soldier grabbed a fistful of the woman’s shirt and yanked her to the floor. She fell to the deck in a heap.

      Nekir!

      Tyr strode onto the bridge. The ship’s illumination brightened the area. With one scan around the cabin, his spirits plummeted. He’d ordered his small squad of six to don body armor in hopes of a skirmish. Yet, nothing seemed to pose the slightest bit of a threat. There’ll be no fighting here today. He’d been hoping for a quick battle, something to stir his blood a bit. Lately he spent his days filing reports, keeping his men in line, and satisfying the Regent’s restless appetites. With a grunt, he slung his pulse assault rifle over a shoulder.

      The air was stale in here. The moment they had intercepted and docked the alien craft, they’d pumped fresh air through the corridors. Yet it smelled of sweat. Sweat and death. He glanced at the body Nekir had tossed recklessly to the floor. Everything on this ship belongs to the Regent and should be handled with care.

      Nekir, small in build, but one of his fiercest fighters, dismissed the comment with a smirk. He always has the same response to things like this. Incinerate.

      And until he gives that order, we obey and protect, Tyr answered as he inspected the controls in front of the captain’s chair. That protection extends to his possessions as well,

      Some infernal beeping had been whining non-stop since he’d entered. With a black-gloved hand, Tyr randomly pounded at the console until the noise stopped. He said, But you know this, Nekir.

      Yes, I know law. I know law just as well as you.

      So why disobey?

      Nekir poked his chest. Disobey? Me? I do not disobey, my captain. I occasionally test boundaries…for fun. He sidestepped and tapped the woman’s leg with a boot. Never know when I might find something interesting to play with.

      Tyr looked over his shoulder then punched the other man in the arm If you weren’t my pod brother…

      I know, I would’ve been sent for reconstruction long ago. Good for me. And good for you. If it weren’t for me, you would still be waiting for mating privileges, Nekir said.

      You never fail to bring that up. I would’ve made the request.

      When you were an old man, perhaps. Now, you get tacked almost as much as I do.

      Tyr resisted the urge to correct him. Instead he kneeled and rolled the woman onto her back. When they found the ship, the oxygen levels had been less than five percent. She seemed to be breathing now but unconscious.

      Good job on getting the lights on, Nekir. Now see what else you can retrieve from the ship’s logs. And stop talking about what may or may not happen in my bed.

      Nekir moved a few feet away to another workstation. He focused on the series of small screens but said over his shoulder, Who said it happens in your bed?

      The captain ignored the other man and continued to scrutinize the woman. A solo ship in this sector was odd. And she was alone on a craft that required at least a three-person crew. Why?

      He looked around the cabin, then turned back to her. No signs of injury. No signs of fighting. Scans did not detect any illness. Based on her appearance, the woman could have been from any number of species. The bottom of her earlobe almost tapered to a point. Three tiny silver loops pierced her upper ear. The woman’s skin was darker than his, as if she had permanent coloration from powerful solar rays. Her hair was twisted in intricate plaits but it was not a style he could identify with a region or planet.

      She moaned and his eyes were pulled to her mouth. Her lips were full, and a rich shade of pink that made him think of ripe fruit.

      Overcome with a sudden urge, Tyr removed his gloves. But just as his fingers hovered over the woman’s mouth, two of his men entered the bridge.

      Sir. The ship is secure.

      The captain pulled his hand away. What had he been doing? He had felt an undeniable desire to touch her, to caress that mouth and discover if those lips were as soft as they looked. Strange. Strange and embarrassing.

      Tyr shook off the feeling and said to his men, Good. Anything else?

      Stasis capsules in the cargo area. Six humans. The capsules are functional but just barely. Recommend leaving them in their berths until the Regent declares what should be done with them.

      The woman transported humans. That wouldn’t bode well for her when the Regent found out. Tyr always thought it odd how much the humans were coveted or reviled depending on who one was speaking to. Most of the advanced races, those with technology to travel amongst star systems, bore physical similarities to earthlings. This may have been the reason the non-space faring people were cultivated for study—or for more nefarious reasons.

      If Tyr himself didn’t have the markings native to his people,

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