Bought By The Zandians (Zandian Brides 2)

I sense his surprise and interest, and once again, I use the opportunity. Elbow drop, then up. Arm press and push. Knee up. Battle scream right into his ear, high and piercing, the first loud sound I’ve made.

And I’m free, once again, and he’s on the ground, a stunned expression on his face.

And that gives me the few seconds I need to leap into my craft, shut the door, and blast off this godforsaken ugly planet with my precious cargo.

My craft is slow but steady, and I know that if I just get enough of a head-start, nobody can find me.

But worry pricks at my neck: The Zandians, it’s known, have upgraded ships. The fastest in the galaxy. Cloaked. With every advantage. If he follows me…I don’t know what’s going to happen.

No way am I letting anyone take me hostage. Because this is my life’s work--helping rescue humans, bringing them to safety. And no being is going to stop me, unless they kill me first.

Mastered by the Zandians (coming soon)

I can fly a fighter jet in my sleep and kill with the fingers of one hand. I work alone.

No being in the galaxy can challenge me -- until I tangle with two strong, purple Zandian warriors. And crash my ship.

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bsp; They say I stole their cargo, and they plan to take me to their planet. Make me theirs.

Nobody owns me. I’m not going to let these Zandians master me, no matter how sexy and appealing they are.

Because I have a secret mission. And if they find it out, my entire life could be over.

My name is Mirelle, and this is my story.

Mastered by the Zandia

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HIS HUMAN SLAVE - EXCERPT

CHAPTER ONE

Zandian Breeding season.

That was the last consideration in his mind before liberating his planet from the Finn.

Breeding season.

Zander sat at the round platform, looking at the faces of the elders he respected most, the ones who had risked their lives to save him when the Finn invaded Zandia and wiped out the rest of their species solar cycles before.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Dead serious,” Daneth, the only Zandian physician left in the galaxy said, tapping his wrist band. “You are the best male representative of the Zandian species, the only one left of the royal bloodline, and, more importantly, the only one young enough to produce healthy offspring. If you go to battle without first procreating, our species will die with us.” He gestured around the room at the other members of his parents’ generation.

He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes in exasperation. “And exactly which female do you think I will produce these offspring with? Last I heard, there is no Zandian female under the age of sixty left alive.”

“You will have to cross-breed. I purchased a program and entered your genetic makeup. It uses all the known gene files in the galaxy and predicts the best possible mate for breeding.”

He raised his eyebrows. “So have you already run this program?”

Daneth nodded.