Pregnant For The Blue Alien Savage King: Steamy Sci Fi Romance: Blue Alien Romance Series: The Clans of Antarea, #1

By Enid Titan

A horde of savage aliens annex our planet.

The leader? The blue alien king Leofric, a towering mass of muscle and cold authority.

He demands a tribute: me, my body, my womb.

I won't give in…

He can take my body, but he'll never have my heart.

Can a powerful king like Leofric ever take no for an answer?

This steamy sci-fi romance is a blue alien romance set in Enid Titan's alien romance universe. This is the first book in a new series. If you enjoy hot alien romance and alien savage romance stories, you'll love this sizzling hot book which will leave you dripping with excitement over the alien male/human female pairing!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jamila Jasper
• Release date: Feb 25, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393638599

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1

I’m Getting Married

Women will survive the apocalypse. My mother tells me this as she explains the urgency of my predicament, an urgency I am profoundly aware of. She explains why I must marry Tucker, even if he’s boring, arrogant, and possibly asexual -- a situation that doesn't work for me at all. She slides a contract across the dining table, judging me as I pick it up and examine it like a used napkin.

Tucker doesn’t know the Corporation wants my head on a platter?

My mother shakes her head. That settles it then. Tucker is my way off this planet and my mother wants to arrange my loveless marriage and send me to an alien world. Detecting my disbelief, she defends her position. 

There’s nothing left for you on Earth. Terra II is the fresh start you need. You can’t keep asking Clara to risk her neck for you. 

Ah. There it is. Clara wants me gone. I remember why I hate humans and why I’m always getting into trouble with them. 

I guess Clara isn’t grown enough to kick me out herself.

Mama exaggerates her frustrated gasp as if to suggest I’m insane for suggesting my older sister carries the family tradition of passive-aggressiveness.

No one is kicking you out, Cosima. This is an opportunity. 

"Wow. An opportunity. All I have to do is marry a capitalist douche with his head so far up his ass that — 

She interrupts me, which is good because my sentence is only going to get worse. 

Tucker is a good match. Have you seen his compound on Terra II? It’s magnificent. He even has a pool.

My life is worth a pool. Great. Feminism has come so far. I wish Susan B. Anthony could see 2420.

Her lips form a hard, angry line.

Tucker is even willing to put up with your sour attitude. No other man will do that. Remember Jamie?

She brings up Jamie because she knows it will hurt me.

No, mom. I forgot my ex-husband.

I’m tormenting her because she deserves it for bringing him up. My attempts to rattle her go ignored.

"Tucker’s your only chance at avoiding prison, darling, and my only chance at getting grandkids."

I’m unable to restrain a laugh. Tucker? Kids? If he isn’t as smooth as marble down there, his dick has fangs. My mother sighs.

I hate to do this dear, but you don’t have a choice. I signed the papers already and Clara’s packing your things. These are only a copy. You leave tomorrow. 

I glare at her and it does not affect her stance. Glaring at her never does. Everyone in this family has run out of sympathy for me. The Corporation wants me in jail and as far as they’re concerned, I am breaking the law. 

Tucker is rich. He’ll marry you for some reason I don’t understand, and you will be free.

You have it all worked out.

Don’t be like that, Coco. We care about you.

If I go, it will be months before the next transport to Earth, if there is another transport.

Clara and I will come next year. Tucker’s promised to bring us along.

This makes sense. There’s something in it for you.

I sling my bag around my side and rise from my seat. I need to leave this house before I scream. I need to leave this house before I do something stupid. I’m going to do something stupid anyway. My last day on Earth and I’m going to end it getting into a fight with my family.

Don’t be like this Cosima.

Whatever.

Don’t forget to put on your mask! 

I’m fine! 

I slip my mask on and leave Clara’s house, my caramel face turning slightly pink in the polluted air. I know that I’m reacting to her too dramatically and she’s trying to help. I know that if the Corporation finds out where I am, I won’t be the only person to suffer.

My watch vibrates on my wrist and I look down to see a message from Tucker. My stomach drops. I am so angry that I forget for a moment why, and mistake that unsettled feeling as my typical reaction to spending time with my mother.

I delete the message without reading it and walk to my sister’s house. I live in her basement — her unfinished basement and I have a private entrance sort of a cat flap for people you don't want to see every day. She is kind enough to give me a bed there, but it’s the only kindness she permits me. I am a disappointment for drawing attention to myself. I am a disappointment for hiding in her home and putting her kids at risk, even if her kids are her twin Pomeranians, Chichi and Alexander the Great.

I hear the dogs barking as I approach the proper front door. Clara must not be home. Hopefully, her husband isn’t home either. If Clara is frosty, he’s a glacier. 

Rather than using my basement entrance, I walk through the front door with my key and when I enter her house, I find Tucker standing there with a cocksure grin on his face like he’s won at blackjack.

Cosima, my beautiful bride, come give daddy a hug.

He’s one of those irritating guys who thinks it’s endearing to call himself daddy. It isn’t. It’s weird and gross, and the last person I want to be reminded of is my father. I open my arms and grimace because after all, this man is officially my husband.

He hugs me and his sweaty armpits are too close to my nose. I wrest myself away from him and Tucker remains oblivious to my disgust.

So, imagine that. Your high school prom date is the guy who saves your fucking life.

I hate him reminding me that we ever knew each other, that there was a point when I liked him.

If Clara sees you in here, she’ll blow a fuse.

On the other hand, I like reminding him that he dated my sister and that because he played us against each other, she hates his guts even more than I do.

Wait ’til she hears that I’m the one you’re marrying.

She doesn’t know?

Your mother thought it best not to tell her.

That sneaky, sneaky woman…

2

I’m Going To Kill My Husband

Tucker and I are married, so naturally, we share a cabin on the space flight to Terra II. Tucker talks my ear off about the great work he is doing for the Corporation. He works within their research and development department and his job makes him Very Important™. He likes reminding people that he is Very Important™. I wish I could be as blissfully ignorant as he is that he’s pissing people off. 

Even if I, and every other woman alive, sat through elementary school, he insists on explaining the history of Earth’s space travel to me. He explains the history of our first climate change and the miraculous planetary recovery, followed by the significantly worse disaster that we are living through. In his version of history, the Corporation represents our salvation. He buys their story that without them, we would all be left to suffer and sink into the once again rising seas. 

I interrupt his history lesson with a more important question.

Will there be animals on Terra II?

What do you mean by animals?

I stare at him like he’s stupid. Tucker doesn’t like feeling stupid.

Do you mean predators, or food, or pets?

I’d like a dog.

For my wife, anything.

Fuck off. I hate thinking of myself as his wife. Wives are supposed to love their husbands, not hate them. Wives aren't supposed to feel single.

He smiles, but it’s cold. He hasn’t touched me since we boarded this spaceship. Not that I’m complaining. I don’t want Tucker to touch me like that. This is a marriage of convenience, nothing more, and I am not attracted to Tucker. He’s conventionally attractive, of course. You have to be attractive to work for the Corporation, especially to have a job like his.

He doesn’t ask what kind of dog I would like and instead continues lecturing me about Terra II.

When we get there, I want you to do all the typical wife stuff. Your mother said you’d be cool with it as long as I did my part.

He is fine with us being in an arranged marriage, even if no one enters arranged marriages anymore.  

What sort of typical wife stuff? I say, sounding as bored as I am and staring out the cabin window into the horrifying blackness of space.

For a moment, I hope he says sex just so I can have the pleasure of turning him down. 

Cooking, cleaning, making sure I have a packed lunch every day. I need someone to introduce to my bosses and you’re just pretty enough.

Wow, this guy sure knows how to talk to his wife. Just pretty enough. I know goading Tucker will get me nowhere but I can’t help but roll my eyes.

Just pretty enough? How much is that out of ten?

You know what I mean, Coco.

Should we meet any of the other colonists? I change the subject again.

Who would you like to meet?

That guy from your office… Gerald. He’s pretty hot.

Tucker scowls.

"Not funny, Coco. You are my wife, remember that. We’ve had our differences in the past but this quid pro quo is supposed to benefit both of us, not just you."

Whatever, Tucker.

Most women on this mission worked to get here. Be quiet and consider yourself lucky you don’t have to take your chances on our dying planet.

I get up and storm off into bed. We have to share a bed, so I’m not exactly hiding from him. He follows me and slides under the sheets. I’m lying on top of them. He’s lying on his back and I wonder if he’ll pull me close to him and apologize. I allow myself to forget that what we have isn’t romantic. I remind myself that I never wanted romance.

You haven’t met my mother yet, have you? he mutters.

I haven’t. As long as we’ve known each other, Tucker always kept his mother at arm’s length. His dad raised him alone after the divorce. I shake my head.

Tomorrow, you’ll meet her.

We’ve been on this ship for four days and you haven’t seen her once?

I’ll see plenty of her when she comes to live with us.

I sit up sharply.

I don’t remember anything in the contract about mothers-in-law, I complain.

I'm looking for anything to complain about. A relative of Tucker's is likely reason enough.

It was right there on page two, he says, disinterested.

Of course, it was. And I didn’t read the contract because my mother was the one who signed it.

Your mother thinks I’m crazy for wanting to bring you, he says, I know it will be a huge weight off Clara’s shoulders. I’m doing this for her, not you.

Right. He’s still in love with my sister, even if he dated me first — too long ago for me to consider him more than a childhood friend. He still cares that he broke her heart. He doesn’t care that all those years ago, he broke mine too.

I know you aren’t doing this for me.

Good. That will make it easier for you then.

Make what easier for me? I don’t bother asking because talking to Tucker either pisses me off or gives me a headache. This time, it’s a little bit of both and I resent him for it. He snores a little bit after a few minutes and I’m a little annoyed he can sleep so peacefully. I shake him.

Tucker!

What? He grunts.

What about aliens?

What about them, he grumbles.

Will there be aliens on Terra II?

Earth is filled with aliens. Most of them don’t bother with us. They still consider us primitive and they stick to civilized parts of the planet, not places like Nu-Pheenicks, Arizona. I’ve seen some of them. Devorans, tall, blue and telepathic, which is weird. I’ve seen red-skinned Arietans who look like devils and green Taureans who only come to Arizona for the sand and burning sun. Humans can't live in most of Arizona anymore. 

Tucker grunts and leans up.

Why are you asking about aliens all of a sudden?

I’m just asking.

"You shouldn’t worry about stuff like that. It’s not your job."

Right. My job is to be his wife. He likes pretending that I wasn’t trained to be a nurse. My predicament is the only thing that stops me from practicing.

Answer my question, I huff.

We don’t know what’s out there. We’re going past the Badlands and neither Earth or her allies will be able to defend us. So far… we’ve seen and heard nothing to indicate there are other aliens out there. Okay?

3

My Husband Is Going To Kill Me

Icry as we land on Terra II. Nobody mentioned how fucking horrifying it is when we strap into our anti-gravity suits and the ship starts hurtling through the atmosphere like a fucking ping pong ball. Tucker offers no warning about the nightmare I’m going to experience and when we do finally land, I rush over to him and push him — hard.

He laughs.

I knew you’d be scared shitless, he says.

You think that was fucking funny? How much training did you have to go through before you went through that without shitting yourself!

Considering the fact that you don’t smell, I think you did a great job, he says, through laughter.

Did you at least warn your mother?

I still haven’t met this mysterious woman, even if she’ll be living with us on Tucker’s estate. 

No, he chuckles, She’ll be madder than a wet hen.

You’re such a fucking idiot, I grumble.

You deserve it.

Excuse me?

He grabs my arm and twists, hard. 

Ow! Tucker, let go of me!

He drags me close to him and glowers. 

Listen here you lying little bitch…I know your mother tricked me into marrying you. The Corporation’s Medical Subdivision has a warrant out for you and they don’t have jurisdiction over Terra II. Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?

Tucker, you’re hurting me.

He slaps me across the face. Hard.

Good, he hisses.

He shoves me away and I fall to the ground. He kicks me in the thigh.

Get up. I need you to look good when we step out onto the planet for the first time. You are my wife — you belong to me. Completely.

I want to spit on him, or kick him, or fight back, but the look in his eye is meaner than usual. If I mock him or aggravate him further, he won’t just hit me. He will hurt me. I stand up and dust myself off and ignore my trembling legs, adjusting to a ship that isn’t falling through the atmosphere.

Dress, he commands, You look hideous.

My cheek stings. I want to push him off a bridge.

I don’t have any clothes.

Panel on the wall. Get some. And cover your midsection. I don't want you looking like a whore.

My cheeks flush hot with humiliation. I know I shouldn’t let him get to me, but we did date once, and my old wounds are still vulnerable to his jabs. I get clothes, a dress that cinches at the waist, skimming my tummy. Tucker links arms with me and kisses the top of my head. I recoil and my stomach tightens.

Much better. Are you looking forward to meeting my mother, Mrs. Bell? 

No.

I scowl and he ignores me because he’s won. I’m lightyears away from Earth or anyone who can help me and my secret isn’t safe. I’m married to a monster who knows what I’ve been holding back and if he keeps my secret, it won’t be because he cares about me.

We step out onto the tarmac and the Corporation soldiers lined up on both sides of us salute as music plays. A woman approaches Tucker and slides her arm through his available arm. She’s older than him and she smiles gently, waving at me. How could a woman like this have produced him?

I remind myself that even my mother looks like a normal person and she’s as reptilian as they come. When we’re finished processing, a soldier driving a solar Jeep approaches the three of us.

"Mr.

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