Crash Landing

By Riley Jordan McAllister

Mike Long's job rarely intruded on his personal life but when it did the consequences were always catastrophic. A combined work and vacation trip with his four lovers turned into a fight for survival as their space liner was shot down over the planet Viridian.

Cut off from galactic civilization, injured and besieged from all sides, it's up to Mike to get the five of them home. Along the way, they have to exploit Viridian's unique culture so that they can protect each other and maybe have some fun, too.

Crash Landing is the exciting first in the Accidental Spy Ring series of erotic novellas.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MDR Publishing
• Release date: Sep 12, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310155413

Riley Jordan McAllister

Riley Jordan McAllister lives north of Seattle, WA. Their stories pull from personal experience as a non-binary bisexual in a committed relationship of over twenty years who is involved in swinging. When not working a desk job, Riley enjoys the fog, rain and cool weather of western Washington and urban gardening. Riley has no children or pets but hopes to get a dog eventually, once life / work settles down.

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Crash Landing

Crash Landing

The Accidental Spy Ring #1

Meyari McFarland

MDR Publishing

Contents

1. Viridian

2. Vacation

3. Assessment

4. Orders

5. Medics

6. Liner

7. Torey

8. Bed

9. Formal

10. Ayala

11. Introductions

12. Dan

13. Bargain

14. Back

15. Security

16. Home

Author's Note: Cradle of the Day

1. Eager Eyes

2. Quiet Tongues

Also by Meyari McFarland

Afterword

Special Offer

Author Bio

Other Drath Books by Riley Jordan McAllister:

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Crash Landing

Dance of Power

Knife-Edged Hawk

Master of Fortune

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Other Drath Books by Meyari McFarland:

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Clash of Lines

Joining of Lines

Consort of the Crystal Palace

Fragments of a Chain

Stranded With You

Reunited Hearts

A Simple Life

Cradle of the Day

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Acknowledgements go to my husband for all his support as I explore my fiction and my sexual identity. They also go to my family for helping me be the strongest person I can be, no matter what the circumstances.

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Thank you to you all!

1. Viridian

Mike woke to the metallic taste of blood in his mouth and the sound of spluttering electrical shorts. Something wet ran stickily across his forehead, over his left eye and down his cheek. Mike blinked repeatedly, trying to open his eyes. He couldn't. A few blinks more and he managed to get his right eye open but the left refused to cooperate. When he raised one hand to brush the blood away Mike winced. His eye was swollen shut. The cheek-bone hurt so much to touch that he moaned.

Moans answered him. Two, three, no, four. Mike sagged a little with relief. That was right, good. They'd run for the escape pod with only what they could grab while the sirens wailed. The ship had been failing, attacked on all sides. He remembered smoke, shouts, people streaming towards the escape pods around them but his boys, his precious husbands had stayed close to Mike and protected each other just as they always should.

Mike didn't spare a thought for the other survivors in the other escape pods. There was another noise that became paramount the instant he became aware of it. Air. He could hear air rushing by, feel it moving past his face. Mike struggled to his hands and knees, woozy from the impact that must have happened for him to have been knocked from his seat, not that he could remember it. They had to seal the hull before all their air leaked out.

What? Mike whispered as he blinked his good eye clear enough to let him see beyond the drifting tendrils of smoke in their escape pod.

Bright yellow light poured though the hatch, showing long green leaves topped with bright flowers. Even with the brilliant light half blinding him, Mike could make out tall plants that had to be trees in the distance, animals flying by and closer still, much too close, a shape that looked remarkably human. It approached, peering into the escape pod. The light behind it obscured the other being's face in shadow as it reached into the escape pod towards Mike.

Mike shouted and scrambled backwards automatically. It made his head throb and the blooming bruises all over his body scream but that didn't matter. The others, he had to protect the others. His precious bag was gone, thrown who knew where by their crash landing, but his hand landed on Dan's blaster, somehow loose from his holster, grabbed at the last second as the warning sirens blared aboard the liner along with nearly all the rest of their highly irregular weaponry.

Get back! Mike ordered as he swung the blaster around to point at whoever it was. Right now!

The person outside gasped and pulled back. They gestured to someone that Mike couldn't see outside the pod. Despite his throbbing head, the smoke and the bright light blinding Mike to fine details, he could see that the other person was startled, afraid. Either Mike being awake or the blaster was unexpected. Whoever was outside hadn't expected opposition when they opened the pod.

Outside. The pod was on the ground somewhere. Where? Mike's head throbbed as he craned his neck to see what was outside besides smoke and leaves, bright light and strangers that Mike couldn't see.

It wasn't a crack. Their air wasn't rushing out a crack. Someone had opened the pod door which meant they'd been out far longer than they should have been. Escape pods weren't supposed to open from the outside, not without extensive checks to make sure that the people inside weren't contagious. And there should have been alarms telling Mike and his husbands that people were opening the pod. Even with the pain in his head he would have heard that.

Mike kept the blaster pointed towards the pod door as he quickly glanced around to see if the others were okay. Alfredo's scales gleamed in the light from outside. He was still but the light let Mike see that his ribcage moved with his breath. Draped on top of him, as if Alfredo had dove to catch in the midst of the crash, was Omar. His dark skin blended into the shadows but Mike didn't see any obvious signs of blood or trauma.

Both Dan and Edward had ended up farther away, deeper into the pod. Mike could just make out Edward's bulky form on his couch, curled up as if to protect himself from any further impacts. It looked as though Dan had fallen from his couch during the crash, or maybe he'd started towards the door when they opened it only to fall.

None of this made sense. Nothing. Pirates never attacked escape pods and their pod had to have been attacked on the way down for them to have crashed this badly. Pirates rarely attacked liners of the size they'd been traveling on, for that matter. Most liners as large as the Golden Hawk were heavily armed and armored against just this sort of thing.

Mike glowered at the opening where the one person had been joined by a second, then a third that ran away to the left. He couldn't smell anything over the stench of crackling electrical wires and blood. All his instincts screamed even so. This