Deep Space Encounters

By Selena Blake

Three out of this world romance novellas!

Fans of Firefly and Jupiter Ascending will love this 3 book box set by New York Times bestselling. This is your round trip ticket to travel through space and enjoy three epic romances.

Reclaiming Iris
Seven months ago, their bride disappeared but Tristan and Rafe never stopped looking for her. When no amount of money or searching produces results, they turn to each other for support.

Then a routine stop on Prime C delivers the shock of a lifetime. Iris doesn’t remember the two men who claim she belongs with them, but her body certainly does.

With danger on their heels and an enemy who will stop at nothing to silence their triad, Rafe and Tristan must protect Iris while they fight to win her heart again.

Warning: Features two sinfully handsome mercenaries, a voluptuous woman, m/f/m pleasure and a love that will last a lifetime.

Rescuing Natacha
Hayln’s mission is simple. Travel to PrimeC, rescue Natacha, bring her back to Iris on Planet Dornick. But he should have known that no mission goes exactly as planned, and no matter how prepared the spacemerc is, he’s not prepared for Natacha. Or the long dormant feelings she inspires.

Iris says Natacha can trust the handsome stranger, but she’s not sure she can trust herself. As her body withdraws from the gas used to brainwash the inhabitants of Prime C, Natacha becomes more passionate.

Hayln can’t help but wonder if her lust is real...or a side effect? And just how long can a man be expected to stay out of her bed when she keeps begging him to join her?

Warning: A handsome spacemerc with nothing to lose plus a woman in the throes of overwhelming passion in a small space ship with one bed. You do the math.

The Virgin Princess's Rebellion
The lore says all Illuminarians have one true mate. Princess Azula runs away from an arranged marriage only to be kidnapped. When one of her rescuers turns out to be the man from her past that she can’t forget, her true mate, she’s shocked to find out he’s already involved — with his handsome co-pilot.

Jace left Illuminaria, and Azula, in order to see the universe. He’s tried to deny the lure of his mate, but now that she’s only an arm’s length away, how will he be able to deny himself and his lover of her kiss, her love, her touch?

Azula does the honorable thing and decides to return home without her mate, leaving him and Eli to enjoy their life together. But with no clothes and no money, she must depend on their goodwill. But will she succumb to their desire?

Warning: Be prepared for an ultra steamy m/m/f menage with paranormal elements. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Selena Blake
• Release date: Mar 10, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005077112

Selena Blake

An action movie buff with a penchant for all things supernatural and sexy, Selena Blake combines her love for adventure, travel and romance into steamy paranormal romance. Selena’s books have been called “a steamy escape” and have appeared on bestseller lists, been nominated for awards, and won contests. When she’s not writing you can find her by the pool soaking up some sun, day dreaming about new characters, and watching the cabana boy (aka her muse), Derek. Fan mail keeps her going when the diet soda wears off so write to her at [e-mail].

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Deep Space Encounters

Deep Space Encounters

Selena Blake

Contents

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Reclaiming Iris

About Reclaiming Iris

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Illuminarian Princess Missing

Rescuing Natacha

About Rescuing Natacha

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

The Virgin Princess’s Rebellion

About The Virgin Princess’s Rebellion

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

About the Author

Other Books by Selena Blake

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Reclaiming Iris

By Selena Blake

About Reclaiming Iris

Seven months ago, their bride disappeared but Tristin and Rafe never stopped looking for her. When no amount of money or searching produces results, they turn to each other for support.

Then a routine stop on Prime C delivers the shock of a lifetime. Iris doesn’t remember the two men who claim she belongs with them, but her body certainly does.

With danger on their heels and an enemy who will stop at nothing to silence their triad, Rafe and Tristin must protect Iris while they fight to win her heart again.

Features two sinfully handsome mercenaries, a voluptuous woman, m/f/m pleasure and a love that will last a lifetime.

Prologue

Seven months ago

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Rafe Montero threw his arm over Iris’s shoulders as they stomped down the gangway. The market was busy as usual with shoppers and merchandise overflowing down side streets and onto the landing pad.

Tristin slapped him on the back and stepped ahead of them. Walking backwards, he shot Iris one of his trademark smiles.

So we’ll meet back at the ship in thirty? he asked.

Yep, Iris replied and reached out to steady him as he bumped into an old man.

Tristin twisted out of the way, laughing and apologizing to the man before giving his attention back to Rafe and Iris. Alright. Well, I’ve got my orders. I don’t want this excursion to take a second longer than necessary.

The look he shot Iris was hot as a Defcan volcano. Rafe knew the feeling himself, all too well. They were more than eager to get their bride home, in bed.

Tristin took off at a jog, merging with the colorful crowd before disappearing into the sandy cloud that swept the surface of this planet.

I second that, Iris murmured. Now that that mission is over, I plan to languish on the terrace and let you two have your way with me.

Rafe grinned down at her. I love being married, he murmured and then swept her into a kiss that made him hard and achy in an instant.

He was just getting into it when she pressed her hands against his chest and grinned up at him. The mischief in her beautiful green eyes sent his pulse racing.

Me too. Now, I’ve got some shopping to do.

See you in thirty, he said, reluctant to let her go.

Love you, she called over her shoulder.

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Rafe returned two minutes early to find Tristin sitting on the gangway. A half-eaten reddish-yellow fruit dangled from his fingertips and he wore a smile of satisfaction. Either that Earth Apple was extra tasty or he and Iris had finished their shopping early and had started the party without Rafe.

Years ago that would have made him jealous, but Tristin completed the circle, made Rafe whole again. He couldn’t imagine life without his best friend and fighting over Iris hadn’t been an option. Losing either of them would have shredded his soul.

Get everything on the list? he asked, propping a boot against the edge of the gangway.

And then some. Tristin wiggled his eyebrows up and down, looking ten years younger.

Iris on board?

Tristin shook his head, his gaze sweeping the port over Rafe’s shoulder.

I’ll go put this stuff away and we’ll be ready to go as soon as she gets back. The sooner they took to the sky, the sooner they could get home. And the sooner they got home, the sooner they could lose themselves in Iris’s brilliance and love.

They needed a vacation in the worst way after that last mission.

He decided to hide the presents he’d gotten Iris and Tristin so they’d be a surprise when they got to Dornick. She had a fondness for silky fabrics and the animals on Leo Moon had particularly soft pelts. And since Tristin loved daggers, Rafe hadn’t been able to pass up a handmade blade with a whelvan horn for the handle.

After completing his preflight check, taking care of business and grabbing a snack, he headed back to the gangway.

Any sign of her?

Tristin shook his head, his gaze still searching the throng of people for their beautiful wife. Her golden-red mane would be easy to spot in the fading daylight.

She’s late, Tristin said, tossing the apple core away. A small, furry scavenger darted from beneath their ship and carried the remnant of fruit away, making happy little squeaking sounds.

She’s never late, Rafe replied, worry pinching his brows. Iris had always been incredibly punctual which was just one of the many things he loved about her. Her punctuality had saved their ass on more than one occasion.

I’ll try her comm, Tristin said. He tapped the call button and braced his forearms against his knees as he waited. Rafe sat down next to him and looked out at the landing pad. Pad might be stretching it a bit.

It was a flat surface free from debris and obstacles. But the surface was sandy and kicked up like a son-of-a-bitch during takeoff and landing. It was a wonder there weren’t more accidents due to the poor visibility.

No answer.

Rafe sighed. Maybe she got hung up. You know how she loves to haggle.

They waited another thirty.

I’m going to go look for her, Tristin said as he stood.

I’ll leave her a message on the computer in case she comes back and then I’ll stop by that little stall she loves so much. The one with all the aphrodisiacs that the three of them enjoyed.

Tristin nodded.

Try her comm again, Rafe called as Tristin stalked away, his long legs eating up the sandy soil.

It took hardly any time at all to leave a message on the main computer, lock up the ship and retrace his steps to where he’d seen her last. He followed the direction she’d been heading and made his way to the cluster of stores she frequented whenever they came to the market.

Fabrique from Tajeek, out-of-this-world chocolates, healing waters from Oasis 9, and finally, aphrodisiacs. Fruits, candies, dust and drinks, the tidy little stall had it all.

He spoke to the proprietor in her native language and was surprised that she remembered him. She went on and on about how good it was to see Iris again and how glad she was that they enjoyed her products.

Patience wearing thin, he held up a hand and offered her a small smile. So you’ve seen Iris today?

The ancient nodded and began talking again, her hands flying along with her words.

He thanked her for the information and stepped to the next booth, where Iris had evidently headed next. He had a similar conversation with that proprietor and then stepped to the next stall. The man said he’d seen her cut down the alley behind the booths.

Rafe called Tristin on the comm and filled him in.

I see you. Wait for me, Tristin said. A few moments later they were side by side, heading down the alley.

Tristin’s comm buzzed and he answered immediately.

The sound of Iris’s scream coming through the tiny speaker made Rafe’s heart stop mid-beat.

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Iris stepped up to the machine, her stomach knotted in a mixture of trepidation and excitement. This was her third time in the Processing Chamber and though her previous two visits had been incredibly pleasurable, she hadn't conceived. And that, the motherly voice coming from the speaker overhead reminded, was why she was here.

Surrounded on three sides by tall white walls, the room was sparse in its decor. Behind her, a door connected to the common hallway. The wall in front of her was glass from waist high to the ceiling with a glass door for the maid-mothers. Iris glanced down at the padded bench, trying not to think how exposed she felt.

Large disc shaped lights cast the room in a warm glow. Enjoy the machine. Let it pleasure you. Open yourself to its ministrations. Your body will be more likely to accept the seeds, the feminine voice reminded.

Iris knew that the voice was only a recording and that all the other women heard it, but the intrusion didn’t ease the butterflies in her stomach. A tall woman paced back and forth in front of the glass window, a computerized tablet in hand. Her dark hair was braided and wrapped in a tight bun at the back of her head. The only thing she wore aside from a straight white smock and simple white sandals was a scowl.

The machine before her whirred to life and Iris watched the conveyor belt of fifteen lifelike tongues slowly begin spinning. The lights dimmed. She let her robe drop to the floor and then straddled the bench. The smooth white fabric chilled her skin. Anticipation made her limbs heavy and her skin hot. Her blood seemed to boil through her veins.

From the other stalls she heard various machines, buzzing and humming and the accompanying sighs and moans from the other girls. She’d experienced the pleasure twice before but she had left feeling as if something had been missing, something vital.

Lay back. Enjoy.

Iris nibbled her lower lip between her teeth as she scooted to the end of the bench. A startled gasp escaped her lips as her back connected with the icy surface.

The first tongue hit her square between the thighs and her knees snapped together.

Get into it, the tablet keeper said, stopping in front of the stall. She surveyed Iris with a disapproving glance and then continued on her way.

Iris stared down her body at the machine being squeezed between her thighs. The maid-mothers said these machines would prime her for the seeds of life.

A dark side of her wanted to forget about the seeds of life. The machines brought a pleasure like she'd never known. She was sure that these machines were masters. Of all the machines on their planet that did everything from cooking to cleaning to folding her clothes, this had to be the single most useful machine ever created.

She let her legs fall open and sighed as the tongues lapped at her center. Wonderful, so wonderful...her eyes rolled back in her head.

The woman in the next stall screamed. It was a happy sound, echoed many times down the hallway.

Over and over the tongues teased her flesh, leaving her panting out short breaths. She trembled atop the bench, her legs closing involuntarily. Cuffs snaked around her knees and ankles and pulled her legs apart. She sagged against the seat and another band of fabric slithered around her mid-section. The pleasure built until she could barely keep her eyes open.

Want. Need. More. The words ran through her mind on a never ending loop.

A new machine rolled up to her and a long, thick rod jutted toward her. It was covered in the same skin like material as the tongues and had a little hole at the tip.

The shaft nudged her core. Liquid ran down her backside and then the thing pushed its way inside her. It was thicker than the instruments they'd used before. Much thicker. Inch by inch it stretched her and her mind tried to grasp what was happening. But her body was focused entirely on the foreign object burrowing its way inside her.

Then it stopped.

For a brief moment the only sound she heard was her own ragged breathing.

Then in withdrew. She felt empty in a way she'd never experienced before...like she'd finally found a missing piece of a puzzle and then lost it.

Were they done? Had they planted the seeds? She felt bereft, unsatisfied. All the women agreed that the Chamber was the most exhilarating thing they'd ever experienced. Wondrous.

Iris had never found that kind of pleasure at her own hands, though she'd certainly tried. But the past two times she'd visited the Chamber, she'd known exactly what all the whispering was about.

A soft whirring pulled her back to the here and now and the wand burrowed inside her again, then withdrew. But it immediately thrust back inside.

She moaned and her hands instinctively went to her nipples. The machine pumped in and out of her, each time sending her spiraling toward that light overhead. Faster and faster it moved. The thing almost purred as it pleasured her. She widened her legs, wanting the thing to go deeper. She wanted this to go on forever.

At last when she didn't think she could go any higher the rod slammed home and froze inside of her. She pinched her nipples, praying for sweet release. The tongues took over, lapping at her pleasure point. An explosion of pleasure started at the tip of the rod and blew outward. She screamed, her voice joining with dozens of others. The sound, the knowledge that so many others were feeling the exact same bliss at this moment made her happiness go on and on.

The rod slowly withdrew and the mechanical voice came through the speaker again.

Planting complete.

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Long moments later Iris pulled on her gossamer robe and cinched the waist. Enjoy the rest of your day and take care of your precious cargo, the speaker box said pleasantly. Out in the main corridor she joined the dozens of other women whose eyes were glazed over, blissful smiles on their faces.

Iris! She turned back just as her friend Natacha skipped up, her long black hair shimmering. Do you think it took this time?

It being the seeds. A dreadful reminder that she'd failed to get pregnant two times before. Natacha knew how eager Iris was to have a baby and move to the family quarters. She prayed to the silent god lest she have to endure the needle. Murmurs of the fertility treatments had found a home in her ears months ago. The idea of the huge needle she would have to endure scared her witless. When it came to pain, she'd rather do without.

I don't know. I hope so. Her life was simple and easy, uncomplicated...but occasionally when she lay in bed at night, she craved something more. Something colorful and fulfilling.

The maid-mothers said children would be fulfilling, but since she'd never seen a child, she couldn't say one way or the other.

I bet it did. If not, there's always next month, Natacha chattered, filling the time it took them to walk the long narrow hall.

What would happen if she didn't have a baby? It was a question no one here had ever voiced. Babies simply were. On a planet full of women, where men no longer existed, the dynamic was purely feminine. Women for friends. Women for lovers. Machines implanted sperm into waiting wombs. And then they waited, always hoping that the latest round of implants would produce a male offspring.

Iris didn’t understand why a male offspring was so important. So coveted. It wasn’t as if there was a prize to be won. And some of the maid-mothers murmured about males when they thought no one was listening. Barbaric. Indulgent. Crude. All words used to describe the males of their species. But from what Iris could tell, a male hadn’t lived on their small planet in over fifty years.

She wouldn't think about that now.

I wish we could have a machine in our room, Natacha confided softly, the corner of her full mouth pulled upward. Her dark eyes flashed mischievously.

I'm with you there. Iris knew that many women enjoyed each other and while she understood that desire for touch...for closeness, she always felt like there was something missing not only from the female relationships, but also from the physical.

And the machines, no matter how much pleasure they brought, couldn’t fill that void.

You’d think if we each had a machine in our room, we’d all get pregnant fast— Natacha screamed as the lights flickered and they were cast into darkness. What’s going on? The alarm in her voice was echoed dozens of times down the long hall.

Iris reached for the wall to steady herself. I don’t know. She reached for her friend’s hand but only encountered air.

Natacha? Bodies raced past, jostling her and she heard the stampede of bare feet slapping against the hard floor.

A heavy clank of metal against metal thundered down the corridor and then a small light flickered on at the very end.

Octican warning. Octican warning. Octican warning. Please board the nearest life ship. Shrill screams drowned out the computer generated voice and the frenzy accelerated. Someone stepped on her toe and she cried out, then followed suit, heading for the light.

The grand hall smelled of sex and sweat. And fear. Bodies brushed against her, past her. Heat crept up the back of her neck as she jogged toward the light. She kept a hand on the wall to keep her bearings and stay upright in the chaos. Natacha?

Her friend didn’t answer.

Iris gulped back the fear and pushed on. Panic was her enemy; she needed to stay calm and keep moving.

One of her oldest memories was of an Octican overdose. She'd been young. Some of her friends hadn't made it to the ship in time. The memory kept the panic right beneath the surface, ready to rear its ugly head.

In recent years the Octican warnings sounded when the levels became deadly on Prime C Iris reasoned with herself. She silently prayed that she'd have enough time to get on board. Once on a lifeship, they could wait until the gas dissipated and the air returned to normal...she just had to get there.

There had to be a shortcut. Her hand brushed a knob and she jerked to a halt, twisting it instinctively. Natacha! Her friend still didn't answer. Natacha had always been the faster runner. She was probably all the way to the end of the corridor by now. Iris worried her bottom lip for just a moment, wondering if she should take the shortcut.

The voice over the speaker system thrust her into motion again. "Octican warning. Octican warning. Please board the nearest lifeship."

Iris slipped through the door and found herself in another hallway. Her eyes finally