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ANITRA LYNN MCLEOD

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Reading, writing, and white-water rafting are the three things Anitra Lynn McLeod enjoys the most. You can visit her at www.AnitraMcLeod.com.

ENSLAVED BY AN OFFICER [SOLD!]

His life would never be the same…

Honor Vengeance took on the task of hunting down the

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illegally enslaved Earthlings because of his firm conviction he would never fall victim to their unique charms. But his mission brings him into repeated contact with humans, and his resistance quickly fades. Worse, there’s one in particular he hungers for.

Carver Tam is on the verge of playing pro football when he’s abducted and sold. Furious that he’s lost everything he’s worked so hard for, he’s not about to surrender to his new master. When he ends up on a world where slaves are worked to death, he has no choice but to lead a rebellion. The last thing he was ever expecting was to be forcibly rescued by an eight-foot-tall, maroon-colored alien officer named Honor Vengeance.

Their attraction is instant and irresistible, but causes devastating consequences. Will their relationship be the last straw that forces the Krase government to cease their mission to rescue the illegally enslaved Earthlings?

STORY EXCERPT

As he got closer to the Krase warrior, Carver couldn’t help but notice how cut his abs were. Whoever he was, he barely had any body fat at all, judging by his belly. And his arms were so big Carver wouldn’t be able to wrap both his hands around them, though he would certainly like to try. Carver was able to get a much better look at him when the wind caught the flowing cut of his cape and blew the beige fabric out behind his body.

Fuck.

That was the only thought that kept repeating in Carver’s head. The Krase warrior was built like a god. With each step closer, Carver wondered if he worked out to look like that or if he came by the ripped physique naturally. Either way, Carver would love to touch him. Just once. Well, maybe twice. There was something so appealing about him, but Carver couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was.

And then he got close enough to see his eyes were red. Not a bloodshot red, but a rich ruby red that had to be normal for his kind. Again, Carver was mesmerized but didn’t quite understand why. He thought of Mac and how he’d looked at him pretty much every day for a year and never felt this kind of pull until that day he’d gotten the good news about the Broncos. Maybe all he was feeling was attraction toward another creature who had a devastating body that looked remarkably human. He was bigger, this Krase warrior, but he was still amazingly human in shape.

“I am Honor Vengeance.”

Carver couldn’t help his automatic response. “Really?”

“That is my name, yes.” Honor removed the lower part of the veil that covered his mouth, revealing very human-looking lips. Carver wondered if his kind kissed and if so what it would feel and taste like to lock lips with this guy. “Are you Carver Tam?”

Carver nodded and slowly removed the lower half of his veil. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt like what they were doing was somehow sexual. Almost as if they were slowly showing themselves to the other in a dance of seduction. Idly, Carver wondered if he removed his pants would Honor follow suit? But then he remembered all he was wearing was the white cloth twisted into something like a loincloth. He was far more exposed than Honor, but he doubted he’d convince the guy to whip out his wang so they could compare.

“I’m here to take you back to Krase.”

“Why?”

There was a brief but noticeable pause in Honor’s answer. “You were illegally sold into slavery.”

Carver felt a wave of relief go through him. Everything he’d left behind he could get back. Mac, the job offer—all of it. He was so grateful he would have cried, but he was simply too dehydrated. “I’m going home?”

Again, another pause, this one much longer. Honor looked down at the ground then up, but he didn’t quite meet Carver’s eyes. “I’m sorry. You simply can’t return to Earth.”

Carver felt as if he’d just suffered repeated blows of the lash. He ached somewhere inside that could never be healed. “I have to go back. I have—you don’t understand what’s waiting for me there.”

Something about Honor’s features seemed to soften. “You have a love there?”

The way he said it gave Carver some hope. Perhaps if Honor thought he was in love he would help him get home. Mac had been the best roommate a guy could want, and after that brief but mind-blowing interlude, Carver was pretty damn sure they were well on the road to something. Maybe not love but maybe so. It was difficult to say after one wickedly hot encounter.

“While I’m sympathetic, there is nothing I can do.” Honor looked over Carver’s shoulder. “I will explain, but not here. Will you come with me?”

Carver shook his head. “I’m not leaving them.”

Honor nodded resolutely, and then a tiny grin lifted up one edge of his mouth. “What if I offered to free them as well as you?”

“You’d do that?”

“I would.”

Carver had never been one to listen to advice. Rather than following the notion of never looking a gift horse in the mouth, he was immediately suspicious, and asked, “Why?”