KAREN’S KILLER BOOK BENCH: Welcome to Karen’s Killer Book Bench where readers can discover talented new authors and take a peek inside their wonderful books. This is not an age-filtered site so all book peeks are PG-13 or better. Come back and visit often. Happy reading!
BEAUTY’S ALIEN BEAST
SciFi Action Adventure
BY LINDA MOONEY
As an intergalactic cop gifted with psionic abilities, Maurra instinctively went to the Ellinod’s defense when she saw the immense and bestial-looking alien being attacked by a group of vicious Kronners. Little did she know what the Kronners had planned for her and the Ellinod until she woke up naked in a cell inside their ship. And it wasn’t long before she found out a translation device had been implanted against her spine, debilitating her and making her helpless with pain whenever she tried to use her psi powers.
Neither she nor the Ellinod had any idea how twisted their captors were, but they soon discovered that she and the beast were at the mercy of someone who expected them to “entertain” his “customers”, and entertain them well regardless of the consequences.
Warning: Contains moral degradation, public sex, self sacrifice, unexpected tenderness, sadistic little aliens, banishment, exorbitant Pay Per View charges, and sweet revenge served cold.
The music was too loud. It was almost eardrum-shattering loud, but the crowd didn’t seem to mind. As a matter of fact, on second thought, the loud music was all right with her. This way she couldn’t hear those nasty little devils whispering in her head. As long as she stayed here and drank herself into mindless oblivion, she could live with herself for another day.
Maurra casually kept an eye on the clientele coming and going from the bar. They were a rag-tag lot, mostly miscreants and questionable criminals, as the higher class customers kept their distance from places like this. This time of night there were more people coming in than heading out, which meant there was a greater chance of someone getting pissed and slitting someone else’s throat. If and when that happened, she’d have to step in and assert her authority, whether she wanted to or not.
That was another thing about being here that she liked. She could handle drunks better when she’d downed a few herself. Especially mean drunks. She could bash their skulls in with little guilt.
The music died briefly, long enough for the band to quench its six throats. The semi-quiet would be short-lived. Creatures around her continued their chitter-chatter. Some used electronic translators. Most conversed as best they could with sign language and the occasional grunt, along with a smattering of Varonese, the universal language on this end of the Carbucharon galaxy.
Maurra uncrossed her ankles and re-crossed them where she was resting her feet on the seat across from her. Here in the near darkness at the far end of the room, and away from the door and stage, her deep scarlet uniform was almost black in color. It was the best camouflage she could manage. However, there were several patrons who had already spotted her. Although they didn’t know her personally, the crest in the center of her chest identified her as a JoJo. For some, they moved closer as if having her nearby insured their safety. For others, they quickly moved to the other side of the bar, or left altogether before she could discover what nefarious nastiness they were up to.
It didn’t matter. Her initial job on this planet was completed. The bad guys had been caught and were awaiting extradition. The bosses had sent her their congratulations. And she figured she deserved a little rest and relaxation before boarding her own flight back to Narcissus and the station where she resided.
Sighing, she took another sip of her drink. Whatever the stuff was, it was potent. Gulping it outright could put her in the hospital in no time flat. Sipping it would not only keep her insides from blowing up, but it would also make the drink last longer. She wouldn’t need more than one stein of this stuff to make her ass-over-elbows drunk, anyway.
A scuffle at the end of the bar drew her attention. Maurra squinted to clear her vision the same moment a loud and definitely irritated roar nearly shattered the nearby mugs. It was an Ellinod and what looked like two Par Mattas. She grunted. This should be good. The Ellinod was at least two meters taller, and a goodly number of kilos heavier than both Par Mattas bolted together. She continued to watch the scene unfold, but already she could feel her body steeling itself just in case she needed to step in.
The slimy Par Mattas were squeaking up a storm and waving their tentacles in the air. They were either agitated or pissed off. Or both. Maurra wondered how the Ellinod fit in. The beastly looking creatures were loners. They didn’t do business with other species outside of their mining operations, and rarely ventured away from their home world. When they did, however, it had to be for a damn good reason.
A frown creased her forehead. The Ellin system was a good two dozen or more light years from here. What in the world would an Ellinod be doing on Cura-Cura in the first place?
Now her internal alarm was going off, warning her that too many variables weren’t adding up properly. Slowly, almost nonchalantly, Maurra unhooked her ankles and lowered her booted feet to the floor. She sat up straighter, never taking her eyes away from the scene that was drawing more attention to itself.
The Ellinod’s gnarly face was almost gray in color. From the little she knew about the creatures, that gray was a sign the monster was upset. No. He was angry.
No. Correction again. He was livid.
If he reaches out and grabs one of those—
The Ellinod threw back its head and let go with another roof-rattling roar, raising massively-muscled arms ending in fists that looked ready to pound the Par Mattas into oblivion. Suddenly, and without warning, a thick arm shot out, and the enormous hand closed around several sections of the Par Mattas, catching them both in its steely grip. Before anyone could react, the other arm reached down and scooped the semi-aquatic blobs up against its chest. Striding over to the doorway, the Ellinod heaved the two creatures out into the street amid squalling, screeching, and screaming.
For two whole seconds the patrons of the bar held their breaths, waiting to see what the enormous Ellinod would do next. When it gave its long, curved horns a shake, and a little shrug of its enormous, muscular shoulders, then turned to resume its seat at the bar, the place gave a silent sigh of relief, and things went back to normal.
Maurra had no idea she’d gotten to her feet, one hand lightly resting on the butt of her psionic pistol, until a Madranite scuttled past her and hurried away. Cursing silently, Maurra tried to blend back into the shadows but it was too late. The Ellinod had already noticed her. Or maybe it had noticed her long before the incident started. It was hard to tell, and frankly she hadn’t been trying very hard to remain incognito.
The first thing she noticed was that the creature wasn’t dressed like a typical Ellinod. The usual coarse shirt and baggy pants that most of them wore were replaced with a smart-looking, high-quality dark blue shirt and vest, and black form fitting breeches. Instead of sandals, this one wore heavy black boots. It was also bigger than most Ellinod she had encountered in the past. Bigger and taller, and wider. There wasn’t an ounce of extra fat on it, meaning this one was used to hard labor. Maurra looked back up at the thing’s face to find it staring at her. The expression was brooding, almost as if it was trying to send her a silent signal.
A shiver went down her spine. Icy cold, it sent an additional warning to her brain. Her body automatically went into JoJo mode as her muscles hardened. She could already feel the familiar tingling in front of her forehead as her psionic powers focused.
The beast must have noticed the translucent glittering. Her power would have stood out in the shadows like a beacon. Slowly, the Ellinod shook its ponderous head with its enormous horns that stretched all the way to the ends of its shoulders, and resumed sipping its drink. But the creature continued to keep an eye on her. For what reason, she couldn’t begin to guess.
It was difficult to tell whether the thing was male or female. Both sexes looked almost identical as long as their clothes were on, but word was they were humanoid. For some reason, Maurra had tagged this one as male.
With the huge alien backing away, Maurra allowed herself to relax, easing back down onto the small bench that sufficed for a chair. Another possible disaster averted, thank the stars. In all her years on the force, she’d never had to subdue an Ellinod before. Was she strong enough to handle one, if it came down to it, she wondered? There’s always the first time.
Linda loves to write sweet and sensuous romance with a fantasy, paranormal, or science fiction flair. As the author of over 100 books, her technique is often described as being as visual as a motion picture or graphic novel.
She’s a wife, mother, grandmother, and retired Kindergarten and music teacher who lives in a small south Texas town near the Gulf coast, where she delves into other worlds filled with daring exploits, adventure, and intense love.
She’s had numerous best sellers, including 10 consecutive #1s. Also included in her achievements, she’s been named Author of the Year, and her book Lord of Thunder is an Epic Ebook “Eppie” Award Winner for Best Erotic Sci-Fi Romance.
In addition, Linda also writes naughty humorous romances under the name of Carolyn Gregg, horror under the pseudonym of Gail Smith, and elementary teacher workbooks as L. G. Mooney.
Links to Linda’s website, blog, books, etc.
For more information about her books, up-coming and new releases, contests, and giveaways, and to sign up for her newsletter, please visit her website:
**SPECIAL GIVEAWAY**: Linda has three (3) separate giveaways for Karen’s Killer Book Bench readers. One reader who comments will receive a $5 Amazon Gift Card, one will receive an ebook copy of BEAUTY’S ALIEN BEAST, and one will receive an ebook copy of any of Linda’s books (winner’s choice).
Thanks, Linda, for sharing your book with us!
Don’t miss the chance to read this book!