Regaining Command: Command Series Book 3

By Jennifer Leeland

Mangled bodies, explosions and erotic sexual fantasies. Welcome back to Asberek where it’s all in a day’s work for Dr. Elise Fleming. But Elise’s fantasies go beyond the norm. The quirky archeologist dreams of both pleasure and pain and her fantasies revolve around a man who is both dangerous and distant. She and Donny Pasquel have shared a heated sexual encounter but nothing more. Why can she not forget the man who refuses all contact with her until he’s forced to protect her life?

Donny Pasquel has a history of violence and harbors personal demons. He also denies his sexual need for a woman who can’t be his. Elise offers a glimpse of something he doesn’t deserve and will never have. But he can’t seem to resist the lure of her flesh and that dark, dangerous glint he sees in her eyes.

As the two are drawn tighter into a web of danger, deception and intrigue, their sexual tensions increase until pain and pleasure finally collide into a sexual encounter neither may survive.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jennifer Leeland
• Release date: Oct 9, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005865207

Jennifer Leeland

New York Times best selling author Jennifer Leeland has been telling stories since she was very young. Most people were so small minded as to call it lying until she was able to put her stories on paper. Now they call it fiction.To know what she writes, you have to know that the first question she asks about a book or movie is "Does it have a happy ending?". If it doesn't, she's not interested. Her love of kinky people and kinky stuff has led her to write about relationships that are slightly bent and probably flawed. You can always count on two things with a Jennifer Leeland book: angst and kink.She lives with a Redneck, who loves to brainstorm with her on occasion and her two hulking teenagers in the Northern California Boonies. She is also a moderator for the award winning writer's forum Romance Divas where I've been a member since 2006.To learn more you can go to http://jenniferleeland.com

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Regaining Command

The Command Series Book III

By Jennifer Leeland

Regaining Command

Copyright ©  _____by Jennifer Leeland

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Dedication

To Dayna Hart, who believed in this series from the beginning and encouraged me all along the way. To Loribelle Hunt and Crystal Jordan, who help me with my comma dysfunction and make time in their busy schedules to do it. To Elaina Huntley and Gwen Hayes who have read my work at the last minute when I needed it. To Devin Govaere who edited every one of these and always made sure my clothes were off when they were supposed to be. To Romance Divas, the best writer’s forum in the cybersphere.

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Chapter One

The jungle was humid and no wind blew through the Temple as Dr. Elise Fleming packed her equipment into her shoulder bag. She didn’t want to leave, but her boss insisted the archeological dig go in shifts. Five days on and five days back at the colony.

And Elise knew Dr. Carstairs was correct. The drug Synthetic Endorphin Xstasy or S.E.X. bubbled in her blood. Its effects would force her to masturbate before the day was gone and before she reached the hub of Asberek, the Causeway.

She shouldered her bag and grinned at her newly arrived colleagues. How was the ride down?

Dr. Mosley wiped his brow. Those ATHV’s are too slow. I wish we could shuttle our way out here.

The All Terrain Hover Vehicles were the best means of travel in the jungle, but it still took eight hours to get back the colony. Elise made sympathetic noises and showed the two men her progress at the site. As they settled in to work, she headed for the entrance.

Elise waved goodbye to them and strode into the Temple courtyard. She wished she could shut off her brain. At Dr. Mosley’s mention of the word shuttle unwanted memories filtered to the forefront of her thoughts and wouldn’t go away.

Don’t think about it. Or him.

She sighed as she climbed into the ATHV for her trip back to the Causeway. The rest of her team had gone back earlier and it would be a pleasure to have some time alone.

An explosion from the Temple sent stones flying everywhere.

They pelted the ATHV and Elise dove for the floor of the vehicle as several rocks smashed the plastic windows.

Pebbles still dripped from the sky as debris scattered on the ground. Elise scrambled out and raced to the Temple entrance. Stones blocked it but she climbed through a small space between them enough to see the damage.

Two human figures were smashed and broken on the Temple floor, their blood seeping into the stone.

Elise screamed.

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On a shuttle to the starship The Zenith, Elise tried to relax. After the last twenty-four hours of insanity, she was glad to get away from Asberek and the colony and everything. Why she had to have an emergency meeting with the general right now was beyond her. Twenty-four hours ago, two of her colleagues had been killed in a rigged explosion that collapsed part of the underground maze beneath the Temple. Dead.

All she wanted to do was keep working, keep digging at the mysterious Temple on Asberek. It was the only way to make the death of her friends mean something. Instead, she was on a damn shuttle to meet with a bunch of military drones. She hadn’t even showered. The dust from the explosion still drifted from her hair when she ran her hand through it. The sight of those two twisted bodies was burned in her brain. Now, instead of some Virtual Fantasy Room time and a nice hot shower, she had been ordered to attend some high muckety muck meeting about the destruction of the Temple.

As she disembarked from the shuttle a well-armed soldier snapped to attention and escorted her down a series of confusing corridors to a nondescript conference room with a plastic table and plush chairs.

Seven people sat around the table. She was slightly relieved when she saw Dr. Jenia Carstairs and Paul Lestrano filling two of the seats.

Six months ago, her fellow scientist, with the help of the Tribunal soldier, Paul Lestrano, and herself, had averted an interstellar war between the Ang and the Dormrela. They revealed the desperate Ang plot to continue their species with the use of human DNA. Dr. Carstairs’ discovery that human beings were the distant genetic ancestors of both the Ang and the Dormrela led to a tentative peace between the three civilizations.

All of that was in jeopardy.

The damage to the Temple and the death of two Earth scientists would lead to interstellar conflict unless Elise could discover the secrets there. She was convinced that peace between the races could be achieved if she could translate the writings she’d found there.

The General sat at the head of the table with Captain Jake Tarune at his left. She knew very little about the Captain, but enough to trust him. Another woman sat at the Captain’s right, her dark hair complemented the gold colored eyes that were focused on Elise’s face. Sashina Matins and Troy Lider were there as well. Elise had gotten to know them on that harrowing trip to the Temple when the Ang plot had to be stopped. Sashina’s long, curly hair was up in a tight bun and Troy’s dark gaze was serious.

This meeting wasn’t going to be a pleasant one.

Introductions were made and Elise discovered the woman beside Captain Tarune was the famous Daniella Pearce, who’d stopped Donny Pasquel from destroying the Asberek colony.

Don’t think about him.

The General commanded their attention. We have a situation and Earth Central issued orders to deal with it. The old man’s voice sounded resigned. Captain, would you please give us your report?

Tarune turned his gaze to a holo crystal of the Temple that appeared in the center of the table. The Dormrela have lodged a formal complaint with Earth Central about the dig here at the Temple. Tarune glanced at Elise. Dr. Fleming, please understand that I had no part in gathering the following information.

Elise tensed. This couldn’t be good.

Earth Central tapped your email and discovered the threats you received. Tarune’s gaze was intense. Why didn’t you inform us immediately?

I saw no reason to. The threats were vague, she said defensively. It was easy to see she should have, but that was hindsight. I received several threats in the last five years, most of them from fringe groups who are against colonization. I didn’t see that these were any different.

But they were.

Elise’s stomach dropped. Could she have prevented the deaths of her friends?

I have reason to believe the threats are not connected to the explosion, Jenia spoke up.

Your evidence? The General barked at Jenia and Elise noted Paul glared at the man and took Jenia’s hand in solidarity.

Those were not explosives I’ve ever seen on Earth. She passed out several vid cards and inserted one to the vid viewer on the table. Several symbols popped up. The chemical composition is nothing humans make or use. I’d say this was an alien job.

Elise sighed in relief.

The fact remains that Dr. Fleming is a target. It’s clear they were trying to kill her, the General interjected. We have received a direct order to assign someone to protect her. A Tribunal Elite soldier has been chosen to be her bodyguard.

Not Paul, Jenia protested. He’s retired.

No, not Paul, Tarune commented and pressed a button. Will you come in now, Lieutenant?

The door whooshed open and the air left Elise’s lungs as she glimpsed who was going to be her guard.

Donny Pasquel.

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Why did this have to happen now? Dr. Elise Fleming shot a glance at her new constant companion, who stood in the shadows. Donny Pasquel. Her brush made a quiet swish sound as she brushed away centuries of dirt from her precious artifacts. No one else knew this temple better than she did. No one knew more about the Dormrelian culture or the now extinct Asberekian population than she did.

And someone didn’t want her to uncover the secrets that lay in the temple’s ruins.

Six months ago, this temple had been off limits to any of the scientists stationed on Asberek. It was an order given by a man later revealed as a murderer. Even after all this time, Dr. Philo Riggo’s reasons for killing three people in the colony on Asberek were shrouded in mystery. Controlled by the Ang, an alien race from a planet in the same system as Asberek, Dr. Riggo manipulated the findings on the planet to suit some Ang purpose no one had yet unraveled.

She shot another covert glance in his direction and found him staring at her. Heat flooded her body, a feeling she was familiar with. After all, you can’t have wild, rough sex with someone and not react when they stare at you.

It had only been once, but that was enough.

The drug in the planet’s atmosphere caused the collision between them. Synthetic Endorphin Xstasy was lethal when too much collected in the human body and, though the name had been a joke, the only way to get rid of it wasn’t funny. Constant masturbation and use of the Virtual Fantasy Rooms were the most commonly used tools to keep the drug at manageable levels. Actual intercourse was even better.

In the forests of Asberek six months earlier, far from a Virtual Fantasy Room, she and Donny found themselves waiting for a shuttle together, alone. Both of them needed relief from the effects of the planet’s atmosphere.

What had happened was inevitable, but for Elise, very embarrassing.

They crouched in the vegetation near the coordinates of the shuttle landing. They’d left Dr. Carstairs and Paul Lestrano to deal with the Ang and escaped with evidence that the Dormrela and the Ang both played a part in the destruction of the Asberekian society and the peril that faced the human colony newly settled there.

Donny still wore the remnants of the injections of Dormrelian DNA that he’d been tricked into taking. The scales appeared in random places and Elise tried to resist the urge to stroke them and see if they were as hard as they looked.

He turned his head and his piercing blue eyes pinned her. Go ahead.

She frowned. Did he read minds? Go ahead and what?

Go ahead and touch them. You’ve been staring at them for twenty minutes. He smirked. She held his gaze. What sort of man could hold up under what he’d gone through? Since he was twelve years old, he’d been deceived by an advanced alien race and given injections he knew nothing about that suppressed his higher brain function, his moral center. The devastating truth of the things he’d done under the influence of the Dormrelian ambassador must eat at him.

There was no softness in the man. He was hard inside and out. But that was part of his appeal for Elise. She didn’t want soft. She didn’t want the tender caresses most women seemed to crave.

With a hesitant hand she reached out and ran her fingers along the ridge of one of the scales. When he shuddered, her gaze shot to his face. His hard features were lined with intense desire. His eyes closed as she stroked down his arm to the next scale near his elbow and back up to his bicep.

His eyes flew open and his gaze met hers. What happened next was a blur of movement. He leapt at her with a growl and she met his attack with open arms. In a heartbeat, their clothes were flung left and right and he loomed over her, naked, glorious. His blond hair was skewed and his chiseled body flexed along hers. She groaned and rubbed her skin against his. The ridges of the scale remnants bit her flesh and scraped her skin. The sensation of his hard body pressed into hers was intoxicating.

Without a word, he gripped her wrists in one large hand and slammed them over her head. With his other hand, he pinched her clit in a rhythmic pull. The pain and the pleasure sent her into an instant reeling orgasm. She cried out when he bit her neck and marked her. Her hips sought his cock and angled to find completion. His hand, trapped between them, continued to torture her, not with gentle caresses, which would have left her cold, but with slaps and pinches that made her wet and needy.

Finally, he thrust his penis inside her, rough, hard, fast. She met him slide for slide, thrust for thrust. When the force of his ejaculation careened into