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Galaxy Gladiators Alien Abduction Romance Series Book Twelve
WarDog: Book Twelve in the Galaxy Gladiators Alien Abduction Romance Series by Alana Khan
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You know that saying ‘it takes a village’? Well it seems like I needed one on this book. I had a lot of great feedback. My thanks go to Dr. Lee who donates her time to read the book many times and gives me innumerable suggestions to improve the writing. She had some great ideas about WarDog and Bayne’s internal dialogue. Go you, Lee!
My daughter, an author in her own right, Amarra Skye is full of plot help as always. My lovely assistant from across the pond, Stephanie A. who reads and re-reads and helps with a thousand other details. My friend Kassie K. who helps with plotting and always figures out a way to cram more sex into every book—I’m sure my readers thank you, Kassie.
Do you know I have three teams of early readers? My alpha and beta teams read the books to help find plot holes and bloopers. My many thanks to: Sue P., Karla, Carla, Tammy, Karen, Linda P., Kimber, Betty R., Shardae, Lori L., and Corda. I’m juggling a lot of plates and hope I didn’t miss anyone!
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Table of Contents
Sneak Peek of Stryker Book Thirteen in the Galaxy Gladiators Alien Abduction Romance Series
Who’s Who and Glossary
Somewhere in Space
There is a Who’s Who at the end of this book
The air is redolent with humid warmth as I wander through a dense forest crowded with tall, leafy trees. A few faint shards of light drift through the thick canopy and dapple the ground, but it’s dim down here on the forest floor.
The smell is rich and fertile with decomposing leaves. Birds call to each other from up above. I feel protected in the gloam. The safe cocoon blankets me and I feel my body stand down for what feels like the first time in months.
A huntsman approaches. Because I’m feeling safe here, surrounded by the peaceful ambiance of the forest, I don’t startle, I just watch him. He’s tall and powerful, his erect posture shouting his control. Brown hair streaked with auburn reaches halfway down his back. An animal pelt is thrown over his shoulders; leather breeches hug his muscular thighs.
His face holds intelligent golden eyes that are keenly interested in me. His lips are full and sensual. The first thought arrowing into my brain is to wonder what it would be like to kiss those lips. By the way his gaze caresses my face, I think he’s wondering the same thing about me.
A small smile tips the corners of his mouth even as he slows his approach, then stops. A sound vibrates from deep in the back of his throat as he waits expectantly. Though not a word has been exchanged, I know he's waiting for me to bridge the distance between us.
Feeling no fear, I edge closer. With each step, his appealing looks become more apparent. Tanned skin, wide shoulders, rippled abdomen with what appears to be warpaint, and trim hips beckon me.
The stirrings of desire build low in my pelvis, then swirl there, gathering strength until I feel the drumbeat of arousal lower, as it pulses in my clit.
A dim recess of my mind wonders why I feel so calm, why I have no fear, but I continue to approach him until we’re almost toe to toe. I look up into his face and notice the sharp planes of his cheekbones, the warm gold of his eyes.
After laying down his bow, he grips both of my shoulders in his huge, calloused hands. Everything about him is warm, not just the expression on his face, but his skin—heat radiates off him.
My nipples prick, desperate to be held in his large palms.
A little moan escapes me as he wordlessly dips his head toward me, eliminating the distance between us. When he finally kisses me, just a simple kiss, just lip on lip, I moan even louder as I release everything I’ve been holding back for so long.
Gone is the tightly wound woman who never wanted to share herself with anyone. I banish her, wishing for the briefest moment I could slay her. I want this, and make the conscious decision to allow it.
He pulls my shirt over my head and tugs my pants off before I’m truly aware it’s happening. I’m not embarrassed, though. On the contrary, I’m enthralled. He proceeds more slowly as he removes his leather loincloth. As impatient as he was to see me, it’s as if he’s allowing me time to savor his body.
And savor I do. With every mouthwatering inch he reveals, my body’s need spikes