Alien's Captive

By A. X. Endd

She didn't report the alien's presence because she liked seeing him naked.
But he's not alone. The invaders want a curvy, fertile female as much as she wants a mate. 

Rar, a tiger shifter and scout of her people, is entrusted to patrol the border between their territory and the wastelands from the Last War.

Watching the masculine alien bathe was her first mistake.

There's no mate for her on her world. She longs for a forbidden man, but surrendering to an alien enemy would violate her culture and make her a traitor. In her wildest daydreams she never imagined the lives of her people resting on her choice for her first time.

She must be brave and also consider her heart. 

Two brawny aliens want her body. 

She's not sure she can trust either of them. 

Alien's Captive is a New Adult post-apocalyptic Science Fiction Romance. It's for readers 18+.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hughes Enterprise
• Release date: Oct 27, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386625797

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Teaser

THE CLOUD DREW CLOSER and closer, high as the tree tops.

The figure stopped. A man, but unlike any man of our people or the scrolls. Dust swirled around him in a cape. Massive in body, towering in the dunes with arms thick as my thighs, the muscles of his legs bulged, shining silver through the coating of dust. He threw his head back, his flat face wrinkling as though scenting the air. Would he smell me? His long teeth flashed in the gold light. The dark fur on his face was the one familiar thing about him beneath his up-sweeping oblong eyes, his small nose. His skin reflected light the color of a pool filled with the face of the moon. The sight of him stopped my breath.

Alien’s Captive

Curvy & Alpha

Science Fiction Romance

by A. X.  Endd

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Electronic book publication: December 2017, revised edition

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On Patrol

THE SOUNDS OF MY SISTER and her husband’s pleasure kept on in my ears, driving me to the farthest reaches of my patrol. I trudged through the the fine dust, particles of buildings and bits of of my ancestors destroyed in the Last War. So much of the thick, ashy stuff extended out from the sparse woods at our border it mounded into dunes. My splayed shoes helped me walk over it without leaving a sign. Panting in the heat, I stopped and took a silent swig from my canteen. I strained to see anything worth seeing along the orange-tinged gray horizon.

My duty weighed on me. I wanted to scuff along the trail without caring if anyone saw, or skim stones down the dunes as I used to do before I came a scout.  I wanted to throw a stone to make a dust cloud bigger than my human form, blot out Garhan between Lida’s trembling thighs, her hand clenched in his hair as she made the cries that enticed me to watch them. Instead, I picked up my feet smartly, stepping clean by long habit to avoid giving my position away with the clouds of dust that rose from unwary movement. I trained with Wizen for months before he allowed me to patrol alone.

I soothed myself into the slower pace I could keep up for hours without panting.

No one chased me. The bucket tipped I stood on to peek tipped over and crashed outside their window, but they didn’t know it was me.

Patrolling didn’t seem useful much of the time, but it was an honorable roll. With little hope of any other, I resolved do my best at it. Days ago, Wizen diverted a silent coyote he thought might have been rabid. I couldn’t help wondering if he imagined it might be dangerous for the feeling of being useful it gave him. The story of his chase gave rise to a celebration, brightening the night far into the dark hours. Miren flew from her aerie to join us.

Maybe he didn’t imagine it, maybe he told the story to give everyone a reason for joy. I still felt a pang when I caught older adults in a lie, but if he did that, it wasn’t a bad lie. The glow of that night stayed with me, Wizen’s hand kind on my shoulder as I watched Garhan and Lida dancing next to the fire, their bodies pressed so close I ached at the sight but couldn’t look away. Garhan’s hands spanned Lida’s lower back and her skull, rocking her like something precious he mustn’t ever release. Her eyes closed and I heard her purr over the popping fire, smelled her heat cutting through the wood smoke. Without Wizen’s calm flowing into me, I would have run into the woods, bounding into tiger as fast as I