Rex: Mesozoic Mates, #1

By Avery Meadows

A word of warning ... From author Avery Meadows comes a dark enemies-to-lovers alien romance about Mesozoic dinosaur shifters and the fated human mates they track down and capture.

One might think an invasion by aliens ranks as the worst thing that could possibly ever happen, but Capri Smythe's here to tell you, it's not. Neither is being hunted by not one but two aliens--a dinosaur shifter and a lizard-skinned reptilian. Nope. Because right now, Earth's facing a 6th major extinction event, kicked off by the reversal of the magnetic poles.

Only one thing stands in the way of her total annihilation. He's huge, has a bad attitude, replicates himself, and the toothy giant really, really likes the way she smells...

 

 

NOTE: this book is part of a series and contains a cliffhanger. Read all books in order; they're not standalone works.

This Jurassic romance tale of love ventures into the deepest, darkest themes of both the human and alien psyche. The cliffhangers, violence, and adult situations aren't for the faint of heart. This series promotes consensual sexual acts—not forced.

Consider this statement a trigger warning. Read at your own risk.

• Language: English
• Publisher: DLG Publishing Partners
• Release date: Oct 2, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215340912

Book preview

CHAPTER 1

YOU’RE ONE OF THEM

Capri Smythe

Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. And the end of the world didn't happen all at once or in the blink of an eye, as the old cliché often said.

No, that fucked-up shit happened during a thunderous boom with lights so bright in the night sky, people thought fire had lit the heavens ablaze. And for the past two weeks, hordes of aliens in pods had invaded Earth, carrying away human females. I had managed to stay off their radar by traveling at night.

Driving in the dark offered a sense of comfort, as if the darkness concealed me from all the bad in the world. The hum of my lone tires lulled me and calmed my racing mind. More than ten miles back, I had passed an In-n-Out burger joint. Thoughts of a cheeseburger and a fresh batch of hot, sizzling fries made my mouth water.

Damn, what I wouldn’t give for a juicy bite of meat about now.

Tree branches cracked, then an enormous canopy rained down to the ground, blocking the road and crushing a few abandoned vehicles.

Oh, fuck me! All the blood drained from my fingertips.

Traveling at almost eighty, I slammed on the brakes of the RAV4. My tires squelched, and the ass end of the SUV fishtailed, then came to a screeching halt.

An inhuman roar sounded like something out of a Jurassic Park movie, and then a colossal theropod shoved abandoned vehicles and downed trees out of the way. The beast sniffed the air as if looking for something, and then it made its way down the lane I now sat parked in.

This. Isn’t. Happening. Thoughts of my first encounter with an alien theropod came to mind. Shit. Not again.

I unbuckled my belt, then pulled the handle several times. Come on. Come on. Come on. Son-of-a . . . Open already.

On the third attempt, I slammed my shoulder into the door, and it finally opened.

Large teeth bit into my SUV—teeth belonging to the king of theropods, Tyrannosaurus Rex—or colloquially called T-Rex. A beast from the Cretaceous Period that lived about 67-million years ago, give or take a million or two.

I rolled out of the SUV and slammed to the asphalt. My eyes followed the movement of the vehicle as it dangled overhead. Seconds later, its wheels flew into the wooded area far beyond my field of vision, then landed with the screech of bent metal, leaving me to wonder where the rest of the frame went.

Did that bastard eat it?

More trees parted, then fell, making way for two more identical theropods to join the first.

Fuck. Fuck. Triple fuck. My breaths came out in shallow puffs.

As a paleontologist, I’d always wondered what the behemoth giants of the past had been like, and now, I hadn’t a fuck left to give.

Truthfully, the extinct toothy bastards can and should stay in the past.

A beat-up helicopter circled the area, drawing the attention of all three beasts. Moments later, one of the creatures caught the aircraft in its impressive, yet gargantuan jaws, then tossed it into the woods like a toddler playing with toys.

The two other beasts jetted into the woods as if playing fetch. Their booming steps shook the ground, making it hard to stand. My body swayed and I tripped over my feet, unable to find my balance. It was as if a mini earthquake had gone off.

Get down, said a bearded man with an almost British-sounding accent.

Less than twenty feet away, an explosion rumbled and sent debris raining down.

My nose broke the fall of my body and tears erupted from the corners of my eyes. Earth pressed to my lips, leaving a grainy residue.

It’s time to go. The dark-headed stranger slapped something cold and hard around my wrists, then yanked me partially to my feet.

What the ever-loving-fuck? I grumbled more to myself than the fucker yanking my chain—the literal chain connected to the metal cuffs now binding my wrists.

Rolling over with a groan, I spit a mixture of soil, grass, and dried leaves out of my mouth. The coppery taste of blood set the buds on my tongue on heightened alert.

Are you injured? His glowing lavender eyes cut through the haze of