Captured by the Alien, Vampire, Highlander

By Crymsyn Hart

A bright light hits Della in the grocery store parking lot. The next thing she knows, she's naked and siting in a cell with a green skinned man eating her chocolate chips wearing a kilt. Not able to believe her predicament, Della tries anything to get away from her kidnapper.

All Luris wanted was a cooperative Plasma Unit to drink blood from. What he gets is an Earth woman with an attitude. With space pirates on his tail, the only thing he can do is race toward home bringing Della with him until trouble catches up with them. They must work together or they could end up lost in space.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Purple Sword Publications
• Release date: May 25, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463149935

Crymsyn Hart

Crymsyn Hart is a bestselling author of Erotic Romance. Her worlds are filled with luscious vampires, gorgeous gods, quirky witches, and everything else that goes bump in the night. Hell, there is even a delicious cheesecake god floating around, but if I were you I wouldn’t eat his brownie cheesecake. Crymsyn worked as a psychic for many years in Boston while attending Emerson College. She graduated with a BFA in Writing, Literature, & Publishing. When she gets bored, she sneaks away to local cemeteries and coffee shops to find peace and quiet. Granted, graveyards might be a great place for the dead, but she still has to listen to their chattering. It can get annoying when all you want to do is write, but she can tell you quite a ghost story. Crymsyn shares her life with a small zoo, two playful puppies and her hubby Mark. If you come after dark, you’re more than likely to find her snuggled up with a gory horror movie, or a bloody vampire movie. Crymsyn has a collection of Living Dead Dolls and five bookshelves overflowing with books. Of course there's always room for more.

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CAPTURED BY THE ALIEN, VAMPIRE, HIGHLANDER

CRYMSYN HART

Published By Purple Sword Publications, LLC at Smashwords

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are fictitious in every regard. Any similarities to actual events and persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. Any trademarks, service marks, product names, or named features are assumed to be the property of their respective owners, and are used only for reference. There is no implied endorsement if any of these terms are used. Except for review purposes, the reproduction of this book in whole or part, electronically or mechanically, constitutes a copyright violation.

Copyright © 2018 by Crymsyn Hart

Edited by Shoshana Hurwitz

Cover Art Designed by Traci Markou

ISBN: 9780463149935

Chapter One

Della Putnam walked out of the grocery store carrying sacks filled with all the ingredients she needed to make peanut butter double fudge layer chocolate chip cheesecake. Martha Freeman had paid her to make a birthday cheesecake and a few batches of cupcakes for her thirtieth birthday party. Five bags weighed down Della’s arm as she dug into her pocket for her keys. Her cell phone rang. Rolling her eyes, she juggled the phone and the bags while trying to hold on to her keys. It didn’t work, and the keys hit the ground.

She glanced at the screen. Martha again! If she’s changing her mind for the fifth time, I’m calling the whole job off. I’m not making another trip to another store because she wants Marzipan over the cheesecake. She ignored the call and was about to shove the phone back into her pocket when a bright light flashed off the screen and blinded her. Della peered into the heart of the light, which lit up the parking lot like Christmas. Something stung the back of her neck.

What the fu—? Her thoughts clouded over. Her legs wobbled, and she passed out.

* * * *

The next time she opened her eyes, Della found herself in a strange, gray room. Cool air enveloped her body. An artificial taste sat heavy on her tongue. The whole place felt sterile, as if she’d been transported to a hospital. She sat up slowly and felt the back of her neck where the pain hit her earlier. Must have been a bug. She glanced around and realized that her groceries were nowhere to be found. That’s when she looked down. Holy shit! I’m naked. Panic set in. Oh, dear God! I’ve been kidnapped. Didn’t anyone call the cops? What did they do to me while I was out? Didn’t anyone see the bright light in the sky? Aliens. No. That’s ridiculous, although Trina used to go on and on about being abducted by little, green men. I thought she was cracked. Maybe she was right. No. Can’t be. Della swung her legs over the bed she was lying on and hopped down to the floor. I gotta get out of here.

Where the hell are my clothes? Della charged at the opening in the room. Instead of passing through it, she hit a cushion of air. An electric shock flung her across the room back onto her bed. It knocked the wind out of her and left her body tingling. The impact made her muscles and her head hurt. Stars appeared in her vision as she sat up. It took her a minute before she caught her breath. Okay. I’ve seen this in sci-fi movies when people are imprisoned on alien spaceships. Oh shit, please don’t let that be what this is. There’s some kind of force field keeping me in here. She got up and poked the barrier with her finger. The jolt prickled her flesh. Closer to it, she could see the slight shimmer it made in the air letting her know that something was there. Her mouth tasted as though she’d been sucking on pennies.

Something moved in the room before her. A chair rose out of the center of the floor, and a man entered. He wore a dark blue-and-gold, plaid kilt with nothing else on. He was built like a girl’s wet dream with muscles in all the right places. Della licked her lips. Maybe I might enjoy being ravaged by him. She shook her head. No. He kidnapped me, but damn, he’s one fine specimen. His long, auburn hair hung down his back, something she loved in men. He settled in the chair and flung one leg over the arm while eating from a bag of chocolate chip morsels.

Did you get take those from my grocery bag? She pounded on the wall to get the guy’s attention. No one messes with my stuff. I went through too much shit to have him eat my profits.

He turned his gaze upon her and kept on digging into the bag. His smug look boiled her blood. Her captor tossed another handful of chips into his mouth. He closed his eyes as though he relished her purchase.

Hey, asshole. Let me out of here. She pounded the barrier and a shock sent her backward a step, but she did it again.

Plasma Unit 5287, if you continue this behavior, I will be forced to take extreme measures with you. What is your distress?

Plasma Unit 5287? What are you babbling about? Why are you eating my groceries? Why am I naked? How did I get here? Where is here? What—?

He waved his hand, and she went silent. Della tried to speak, but nothing came out. Her hands went to her throat. She strained until she hyperventilated. She moved down her neck and discovered a hard oval the size of a dime embedded in the hollow of her throat. Della pounded on the force field again.

Her kidnapper rolled his eyes and set the bag down on the seat. He walked over to the cell. Why are you giving me so much trouble, Plasma Unit 5287? He laid his palm on the invisible wall, and the sheen disappeared.

Della rushed him. Before her fingers could wrap around his throat, her body froze. He chuckled. She could move her eyes and her tongue, but she had no control over her other body parts.

Surax, why did you bring me back such a troublesome plasma unit?

A female, mechanical voice sounded out of nowhere. She fit your profile for a plasma and a body unit. You only specified blood type, hair, and eye color. You did not give me specific parameters for mental state or attributes. If you desired something more to your liking, you should have asked for it. Next time you can go out and get your own plasma unit.

He grumbled a response.

Something in Della clicked as she examined the man before her. Being this close, she noticed the six fingers on both hands. His skin had a greenish tint with the same gold, plaid pattern on his kilt woven across his abdomen and arms. The texture of his flesh resembled small scales. His eyes were bright purple with a hint of gold. His nipples were … well, he didn’t have any nipples, just sculpted pecs and an eight-pack of etched muscles on his torso. He had no hair anywhere except his eyebrows and long eyelashes. When she breathed in, Della caught a whiff of something sweet.

What’s this mutant talking about? Someone help me. All she got out was a short moan.

Her captor’s eyes narrowed. How did you override my suppression module? He walked around her. Surax, is the module malfunctioning? Do a diagnostic.

A warm feeling burst from her throat. Della grunted in pain. She tried to reach her