Blurb:
To save him, she must strip him bare.
Security expert Buck’s senses are inhumanly keen, to the point he can see through time and space, and that’s just the start of his odd abilities—thank you, alien captors. He also experiences paranoia, flashbacks, and the occasional hallucination—thank you, PTSD. No wonder he fears he could hurt one of the Malcolm crewmates he lives to protect, the closest thing to family he has left after the destruction of his home planet.
Brilliant scientist Aleema can teach him how to use his modifications without triggering PTSD. She’s survived the same meddling aliens and suffered even more dramatic alterations. At least her unwanted immortality means she’s had time to figure out how the modifications work and use the knowledge to aid other survivors. Helping Buck means spending some serious time together.
Time enough to fall in love.
Just as happiness seems within their grasp,
Aleema realizes one of Buck’s modifications dooms him to an unthinkable future.
To save him, she must place herself in the hands of their common enemy and
leave Buck to face his worst fears without her.
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If you've read the previous Chronicles of
the Malcolm books, Thrill-Kinky and Bad Kitty, you already know Buck's a little damaged. In
this book, we learn he was the victim of alien medical experiments as a POW,
and they've had lasting effects--ones that will either make him more than human
or destroy him. ScientistAleema may be the only person who can help him, but
she's been warped by the same aliens. This excerpt shows Buck and Aleema's
first meeting and it's not exactly a "cute meet" to say the least! A
combination of attraction and paranoia mark a lot of their initial
interactions.
At first glance, Aleema was good-looking, a
tall, curvy human woman with black hair brushing her shoulders and skin far
darker than Buck’s own fair complexion, though lighter than Mik, who was as
close to actual-factual black as a human got without cosmetic mods. Maybe this
gig wouldn’t be so bad. Awkward, sure, telling his woes to a complete stranger
and a pretty one at that, but at least he’d have something nice to look at
while he was getting his head shrunk.
Then he took a second look.
She had human features, human coloring. But
her eyes were solid black and when she extended her arms to hug Gan, Buck saw
her left hand had webbed fingers like a Seera. She had only five fingers, like
a proper human hand, not seven, but it was close enough to a Seera to register
as a threat. He reached for his laserpistol before he could stop himself.
The voices in his head screamed no.
Not his conscience, although that was
making some noise about the notion of shooting a friend of Gan’s in cold blood,
but the voices in his head, the horrors that more often than not prompted him
to do stupidly violent things.
This time, the horrors were reminding him
of things he’d rather forget about his time as a prisoner of the Seera. The
experiments they’d performed on him and other captured soldiers. Stars, the
things they did to themselves sometimes, just for fun or curiosity, best as
he’d been able to figure out. A Seera scientist never met a natural body that
couldn’t be “improved” in some way.
If Aleema was a survivor of a Seera
experiment herself, one worse than what he’d undergone or at least leaving more
obvious traces, it made sense why Gan wanted them to meet.
Buck was still creepified, but he’d give
her a chance.
He could always shoot her later.
Aleema peered cautiously out the door,
checking all directions and, not for the first time, thanking the stars for the
irony that the modifications that made her caution necessary also made it
easier by improving her field of vision and heightening all her senses. It had
been years since anyone other than bored teenagers had messed with her, and the
teens had confined themselves to painting rude slurs on her housepod. Her
neighbors were used to her odd appearance and as long as she wore gloves and
dark glasses or contact lenses, she could move about freely in other areas. She
probably wouldn’t get harassed if she omitted the gloves and glasses—she wasn’t
the only Seera survivor in Naxos City with some visible effects—but her mods
were extensive enough they made people notice her, and that was never a good
idea. If people paid too much attention, they might pick up that she didn’t
age, even as much as people addicted to vanity regens inevitably did.
Besides, it never hurt to take precautions.
Over the long years, a lot of people had tried to kill her. They hadn’t
succeeded, of course, but the attempts still hurt. She might heal faster than
unmodified humans, but she felt pain just as keenly.
Gan was waiting outside, just like he’d
commed that he would be, his human husband by his side. A bearded human male,
scruffy and scarred, paced back and forth behind them as if guarding the rear.
He had the posture of a soldier and was assessing the street for threats even
more obviously than she had been. It had to be Buck, the man Gan hoped she
could counsel.
Assuming he was Buck, he screamed armed
and dangerous. He didn’t have a weapon visible, out of respect for local
laws, but she could tell he was carrying. He hid it well, but her vision was
keener than most, saw things it wasn’t supposed to notice.
And marling stars, he was attractive,
though he seemed to be going out of his way to hide it, with the messy brown
hair and untrimmed beard. His faded red clingshirt stretched over a broad chest
that a loose olive jacket did little to conceal. She knew from Gan’s coms that
Buck’s baggy olive trousers—some planet’s military surplus, she guessed—hid a
prosthetic leg, but she wouldn’t have suspected from the way the man moved.
She took all that data in and analyzed it
in the short time it took her to walk toward Gan, another blessing and curse of
being who and what she was. She wasn’t a cyborg—though people who had the good
fortune to be unfamiliar with the Seera sometimes thought she might be one of
those rare flesh-machine hybrids—but both her senses and her thought processes
ran far faster than the norm.
Which meant that even while she gave Gan a
big hug, taking in his pleasant, familiar smell of milk and sunshine, she
remained vigilant. Remained aware.
Took in that Buck had noticed her eyes and
her hand. Registered that he twitched toward the laserpistol concealed by the
baggy jacket, but stopped himself.
Noticed the quick terror that passed over
his face and the confused calm that followed it, like an order no one else
could hear had squashed his momentary urge toward violence.
Stars, he was like her, as Gan had hoped
and feared. The Seera hadn’t gotten as far with him in ways visible to the
naked eye, but he’d had a lot less time to adapt to the ways his brain and body
were no longer quite his.
With any luck, she could buy him the time
he needed.
Author
Bio: Teresa Noelle Roberts started writing stories
in kindergarten and she hasn’t stopped yet. A prolific author of short erotica,
she’s also a published poet and fantasy writer—but sexy science fiction
romances, BDSM-spiced contemporaries, and hot paranormals, and have become her
favorites.
Teresa is a crunchy granola girl who enjoys
belly dance, yoga, cooking, hiking, playing in the ocean, and growing more
vegetables than she and her husband can possibly eat. She’d enjoy sleeping too.
She thinks. But it takes so much time!
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Massachusetts with her husband, a Leo in law enforcement, and three cats. She
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