Happy to be here
today to share an excerpt from my newly released scifi romance novel Mateer (A Badari Warriors Scifi Romance Novel),
Sectors New Allies Series Book 2. This series is connected to my scifi world of
the Sectors, but with the action taking place elsewhere. Each book can be read
as a standalone adventure.
The blurb: Megan
Garrison, a doctor at the Sectors Amarcae 7 colony, goes to sleep one night as
usual only to wake up in her nightgown, strapped to a table in an alien lab,
destined to be the subject of terrifying experiments. Granted a brief reprieve,
Megan and the other kidnapped humans are released in the middle of a forestlike
enclosure on this unknown world and told to survive as best they can for now.
Her only hope is
Mateer, the genetically engineered alien warrior imprisoned with the humans. He
knows more than he’s sharing about this planet, their captors and the fate of
other humans, including perhaps her own sisters. Turns out everyone from her
colony has been kidnapped by the Khagrish, a ruthless race of alien scientists.
Working for enemies of the human-led Sectors, the Khagrish have created the
Badari to be super soldiers.
Mateer, a tough Badari
enforcer, now a rebel, is captured while infiltrating the lab to help his pack
bring it down. He’s also been ordered by his leaders to search for Megan and
save her life at all costs. Tortured by the enemy, he’s offered one chance at
survival – convince Megan to become his mate and assist the Khagrish with
further experiments.
As the situation at
the lab grows worse, Megan struggles against her deep attraction to Mateer,
while she does her best to shield the other humans from the terrible Khagrish
experiments. For his part, Mateer knows she really is his fated mate and
despairs of being able to keep her safe, as the rebel attack is delayed and she
fights the truth of their bond.
Will they be able to work
together to defeat Khagrish plans and preserve human lives until the promised
rescue happens? And what of their future together – will Megan accept Mateer as
her true mate, or walk away if she’s freed?
The excerpt :
What in the seven
hells did I eat for dinner? Drowsy as if waking from a deep dream, stomach
churning, Megan Garrison attempted to sit up and found herself lying on a metal
table, restrained at the ankles and wrists. She was in her nightgown and robe,
and she vaguely remembered curling up with a good book and falling asleep. Next
came jumbled memories of floating in the air, paralyzed – a terrifying
nightmare she’d assured herself. And now this. “Please, someone help me,” she
said, turning her head from one side to the other. “I’m going to throw up.”
She stifled a scream as a bright yellow alien with pink
hair, wearing a drab green coat that made him look like a lab tech to her,
stepped to the table. He was shadowed by a guard in full black battle garb,
face concealed by the visor of his helmet, weapon drawn and aimed at her.
“Eat this,” the tech
said in passable Basic, thrusting an open packet toward her lips while
activating the table to tilt up at the head. Clenching her jaw, she twisted to
avoid the forced nutrition until a second guard intervened to make her hold
still while the tech broke off a chunk of the energy bar and forced it between
her teeth.
Megan had no choice but to chew, the taste reminding her of
spinach mixed with moldy cheese, but her stomach began calming down
immediately. As soon as she could swallow the last bites, she said, “Who the
hell are you people? I demand you let me out of these restraints.”
The tech put a water bottle to her lips. “Drink. You’re
dehydrated.”
She glared at him and refused.
“Have it your way.” He shrugged. “You don’t get off the
table until you’re in nominal condition. I have other subjects to monitor.”
Turning his back, he walked away, the guards following.
“Wait. Wait!” She wanted out of the restraints desperately.
“I’ll drink the fluids.”
“Good.” The alien strolled to the tableside with a broad
grin of triumph, extending the bottle to her mouth.
Megan took several long swallows and clamped her lips
together before saying, “I can’t take any more right now.
Without a word, the tech left her and his guard followed.
“Hey!” she yelled, “You said you’d let me out of these
restraints if I drank enough water.”
The tech ignored her. Megan decided he must know as well as
she did that a few swallows of water weren’t truly enough to relieve
dehydration.
Feeling a bit revived, although with annoying droplets
dribbling down her chin, Megan glanced around to find there were five other
people bound to tables arrayed close by, each in various stages of the nausea
and recovery cycle, as she was. Stasis
syndrome most likely. But why? This was nowhere on her colony world, and
she’d never seen aliens like the ones moving now among the other patients. Or prisoners, to be more exact. Mounting
terror thickened her throat and she had to take a deep breath, close her eyes,
and center her mind. Now was not the
time to give in to hysterics.
Moans sounded behind her and the noise of someone throwing
up. Turning her head as far as she could, she counted six more humans strapped
to tables behind a clear barrier running floor to ceiling the length of the
room. No one was attending to them although a bored tech sat at a console,
playing a game from the looks of his hand-eye motions. Megan yelled. “Hey!”
The tech who’d force fed her strolled to the table, another
water bottle in his hand. As he tipped it to her lips, he said, “What?”
“You have to take care of those people,” she said, recoiling
from the proffered drink and jerking her head toward the other side of the
room. “They need the special energy bar, the water—”
“Experiment.” The tech gestured first at her and then waved
his hand to indicate the prisoners on the other tables. “Half the subjects get
the revival pack.” He pointed at the closed off side of the chamber. “Half
don’t. Dr. Lampergg’s order.”
“You can’t just let them die. What kind of people are you?”
Her gut in knots, she fought to keep herself from screaming. She and her fellow
humans were completely in the power of these mysterious aliens and the more she
saw and heard, the more she feared for their lives. Being entangled in a
mysterious experiment was a heart stopping development.
He leaned close. “The kind who keep our mouths shut and do
what the boss orders.”
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