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    Lunar Lovers: A Sci Fi romance
    Lunar Lovers: A Sci Fi romance
    Lunar Lovers: A Sci Fi romance
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    Lunar Lovers: A Sci Fi romance

    By Emma Abbiss

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    On an ancient space station, Samius recognizes Achelle, a half-human, half-Rane female, as his mate the moment he smells her sexy scent. Knowing their lust for each other will soon become uncontrollable, he races to get them home to his brothers so all seven of them can complete the Rane bonding ritual—mating and marking her as part of their family. Samius’ brothers accept Achelle as his mate and she accepts them into her body but is horrified at what she’s done when she wakes the next morning. Before Samius can explain her heritage and their culture, an emergency takes him away. Achelle runs from him and right into trouble where she wonders if she’ll ever find a place where she belongs.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDoctorZed Publishing
    Release dateJun 6, 2018
    ISBN9780648347361
    Lunar Lovers: A Sci Fi romance
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    Emma Abbiss

    American Sci Fi author Emma Abbiss brings you her latest sizzling romance.

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      Lunar Lovers - Emma Abbiss

      Lunar

      Lovers

      Emma Abbiss

      Lunar Lovers

      Copyright © 2018 by Emma Abbiss

      ISBN:9780648347361  978-0-6483473-6-1

      All cover art and logo copyright © 2018

      ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.

      All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

      PUBLISHER

      Q~Press Publishing

      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter One

      Achelle watched out of a small, circular window as the limping, human spaceship finally docked for repairs at an ancient space station that proclaimed it to be Ploice Two in flashing blue block letters. The seal on the circular port door opened with a hacking cough that turned into a wheeze, allowing the stale, sanitized air from the ship to mingle with the thick, polluted air from the station. The resulting smoggy smell forced Achelle to hold her breath until she was out of the port and into the connect tunnel.

      The ship hadn’t stopped at a station for over a month so the opportunity to disembark—even for a few short hours while one of the ship’s engines was repaired—was appreciated by the tired travelers. The wan faces and stiff frames that shuffled like the walking dead into the busy station’s vibrant shopping ring told the merchants there would be little dickering over their robbers’ prices from this human group.

      As happy as the space-fatigued passengers were to leave the limping ship, they didn’t have the energy to explore and mingle with what had to be thousands of other travelers from dozens of foreign planets. Shoulders sagging, they found what they needed, made their purchases and shambled back to their tiny rooms on the spaceship.

      Achelle, the one exception to the general malaise, went unnoticed as she kept her chin tucked into her small chest and forced her feet to do a slow slip-and-slide on the station’s shiny walk surface while her heart pounded out a fast and furious rhythm made for running.

      Unable to hear due to an industrial-sized exhaust fan whirring a few yards away, Achelle glanced over her narrow shoulder, checking to see if anyone followed her.

      Ploice Two was the next lucky station she affixed her hopes on. On the last six stations, the only available positions were strippers and prostitutes. Achelle had nothing against the women who took such positions, but she had promised her prostitute mother on her early deathbed just weeks ago that she would not follow in the family tradition, which was why she needed to find a way off the damn ship and away from the obsessed captain who had become increasingly difficult to fend off.

      Flattening herself against the knobby side of a low, florescent-yellow building, she watched with narrowed eyes two greasy crewmen from her ship saunter into the one pushy blue-black bar crammed in among the expansive yet polite shops. No way was she going into that waste of space. She could smell the bitter scent of gut-rot alcohol and the bleak smell of paid-for sex from her hiding place across the wide walk.

      She rubbed at her watery eyes. After so much time on the spaceship, which employed low, energy-saving lighting, the bright, fluorescing illumination on the station felt like it was searing her retinas.

      After counting down from ten, she peered around the corner, holding her breath in anxiety until her lungs burned. Finding the way clear, she took a breath and waited for a small human family of four to draw near and then stepped in behind the father and blended, pretending to be the eldest daughter as she decided where to go next.

      The squat, spherical clothing store up on the right was as good a place as any. She pictured herself walking inside the bubble-shaped building, head held up, hands folded calmly in front of her, a confident smile plastered on her otherwise desperate face. She would impress the owner with her sales experience, energy, and intelligence.

      As she approached the wavering shield doors, her chest tightened and her hands began to shake. So much rode on her finding a job. Last sleep cycle she had barely escaped the large, grasping hands of the infatuated captain to run and hide the rest of the remaining five sleep hours in a tight cubby in the grungy children’s play area on deck two.

      She shivered in fear just thinking about the towering, muscular man whom she’d only evaded through desperate speed and frantic inventiveness. His pale blue eyes had flashed with fixated arousal, as if was possessed or suffering from space madness when he’d gripped her arms with bruising force and pulled her against his bulging-muscled body.

      Gods she missed her mother…and had counted on her far more than Achelle had believed. Her mom was world wise and vicious as venom. In her childish innocence, she had believed her mother would always be there for her, that Achelle would never have to fend for herself. They had planned to make a new life—one where her mom would have a respectable job and Achelle could finish her education on a newly founded planet at the edge of the galaxy. To lose her one family member unexpectedly had left Achelle in an almost comatose state for thousands of light years. Until, that is, the captain expressed his false regret and forcefully offered his protection if she took a new position as his sexual companion.

      Yeah, screw that. Achelle would rather jump out a space lock than jump in Captain Grab-Ass’ bed.

      A metallic chirp sounded when she breached the transparent shield door and walked into the trendy clothing store, Spaced. The inside was small and the clothing shelves mostly empty. Plus she appeared to be the only customer. With a sigh, she approached the purchase station and waited for a

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