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STOLEN AND SEDU(cid:491)ED
A LIMITED EDITION COLLECTION OF ALIEN ABDUCTION ROMANCES
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CONTENTS
Alien Encounter
Christine Pope
The Dragon’s Space Order Bride
Piper Fox
Star-Mate Seduced
Margo Bond Collins
Alien Abduction For Beginners
Skye MacKinnon
Ogled By The Alien Overlord
Ashlyn Hawkes
Beating His Mallet
Jade Waltz
Hunted
Eva Priest
Captured By An Alien
Lucee Joie
Mated to the Galactic Raiders
Emma Cole
Elizabeth’s Alien Abduction
Aria Starling
Rescued By The Alien Warrior
Sadie Marks
Stolen By The Warnex
Ella Maven
Conception
Maggie Alabaster
Her Horned Alien
Cass Alex
The Zexian’s Accidental Tribute
Luna Wren
Chasity Unchained
Ashley Amy
Taking Teagan
Quirah Casey
Bound By His Kiss
Libby Campbell
Alpha Blue
Tiegan Clyne
His Cosmic Captive
Luna Jade
Captive Bound
Neveah Lux & Seraya Syn
Claiming His Queen
Michelle Mcloughney
Star Blood
E.J. Powell
Gaje: Mail Order Brides of Crakair
Ava Ross
Her Alien Kiss
Tricia Schneider
Claimed by the Beast
Dany Stone
Felmorax
Star Wing
The Aliens Need A Bard
Edeline Wrigh
Captured By The Zodiac Captain
Lexi Velvet
Alien Encounter
Christine Pope
About Alien Encounter
A late night drive to bail out a friend in trouble turns into an out-of-this-world experience for Blake
D’Ambrosio. But her trip to alien heaven may have consequences that could change her world
forever.
Chapter 1
Smart, Blake, I chided myself. Very smart. No good deed goes unpunished, remember?
My fingers tightened on my truck’s steering wheel, and I swore inwardly that this would
absolutely, positively be the last time I got myself involved in my best friend’s ongoing personal
drama. Yet another epic blowout between Jessica and her boyfriend Tyler, followed by another
frantic phone call in the middle of the night, pleading for help. At least this time, she’d walked out on
the jerk instead of barricading herself in the bathroom and sending me frantic texts, pleading for me to
come get her and let her crash at my place for a while. I’d always said yes to those requests, mostly
because I figured a few days away from that jackass Tyler could only be a good thing.
This latest go-’round, I was abruptly awakened at 2 a.m. by the chiming of the cell phone on my
nightstand. I probably should have ignored it, except I was technically on call at the arboretum and
knew better than to ignore anything work-related.
But the crisis wasn’t a roving band of javelinas or ravenous mule deer deciding to munch on our
prickly pears in the middle of the night. No, it had only been Jessica yet again, saying she’d checked
herself into a motel but she just knew people were dealing drugs in the parking lot, and the couple in
the room next door was screaming at each other in Spanish, so please, couldn’t I come and stay with
her, just this once?
I’d opened my mouth to say no, that it was two in the morning and I had to be at work at seven-
thirty, but then I’d heard the yelling in the background over the phone, and thought maybe for once
Jessica wasn’t inflating the situation quite as much as she usually did. So I said sure, and reassured
Jessica that I could be there in an hour, tops. Never mind that I lived out in Superior, where I worked
for the Boyce Thompson Arboretum, and Jessica was currently holed up in a Super 8 all the way over
in Tempe. There was a lot of dark, empty road between the two towns, but I’d promised.
At least I’d gotten gas that morning on my way to work, and at least the tires on my Ford Ranger
were relatively new. Not that the tire tread really mattered, considering it was early May and the
roads were dry as a bone, with the summer monsoon rains still almost two months off. Still, I figured
that was one less thing to worry about as I headed west on Highway 60, my feet shoved into a pair of
flip-flops and the tank top I usually slept in supplemented by a pair of the khaki shorts that were my
usual work attire.
Lately, I’d been less than thrilled about my own single state, but — if nothing else — Jessica’s
continuing saga with Tyler seemed to prove there were definitely worse things in the world than not
having a significant other. Too bad she was so scared of being alone that she’d rather be with a high-
maintenance dumpster fire like Tyler than be on her own.
As for myself…well, the little town of Superior, Arizona, basically a wide spot in the road,
didn’t offer a lot of diversions of the male type. Honestly, at twenty-five years old with almost fifty
thousand bucks in student debt and a not-so-practical degree in botany, I knew I was damn lucky to
have gotten my job at the arboretum, especially since even my meager pay from the state’s Parks
department put me in the top income tier in the tiny town. Despite my relatively comfortable situation,
I still had to drive into Phoenix or its surrounding cities to hang out with friends and do my best to
meet someone interesting. Problem was, as soon as any promising guys found out how far off the
beaten track I lived, they pulled a disappearing act. Apparently, my attractions weren’t enough of a
lure to overcome my geographic undesirability.
It was black as pitch out there on Highway 60, with not even a moon to light my way. I tried not to
think of all the spooky stories I’d heard about the Superstition Mountains, stories of people
disappearing into thin air, cursed mines, portals to the otherworld…you name it.
And alien abductions and secret underground bases, I mocked myself. Don’t forget about those.
To get my brain to shut up, I reached over and flicked on the car radio, wishing I’d bitten the
bullet and sprung for a subscription to Sirius XM. Out in the middle of nowhere and at that hour, there
wasn’t much to choose from in terms of listening options.
Even so, Coast to Coast probably wasn’t the best choice I could’ve made.
“…so you’re saying there’s been a concerted, cross-administration conspiracy to conceal these
facts,” said a faintly ironic male voice.
“That’s what the records show,” the guest on that night’s show replied. He had a stuffy, faintly
pedantic delivery that reminded me of one of my horticulture professors at Arizona State. “Other
governments are leaning on the U.S. to come out of the ’50s, to step out of the Cold War mentality and
acknowledge the fact that UFOs are real, that aliens are among us — ”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I said, and punched the power button. The radio went dark.
Like an idiot, I’d run out of the house so fast and gotten moving so quickly that I’d neglected to
jack my cell phone into the stereo so I could provide my own soundtrack, and I didn’t feel safe
messing with it while I was driving. No, I was stuck with the silence and the darkness on all sides, a
blackness so absolute, it felt as if the road and its ribbon of reflective paint were somehow floating in
space, unanchored to any solid ground. In a few more minutes, I thought I should start to see the glow
of the Phoenix metro area touching the western horizon, but in the meantime….
I sat up a little straighter, squinting at the road. Had I really driven so fast that I was already
approaching the sprawl of Phoenix and its suburbs? Because I saw light up ahead of me, too bright
and too diffuse to be the headlights of an oncoming vehicle.
Fingers tightening on the steering wheel, I lifted my foot from the gas pedal and let it hover over
the brake. Maybe I was coming up on some late-night road construction. That would explain the klieg-
like glare of the lights ahead, so bright, I wished I’d brought my sunglasses with me.
The truck shimmied and shook, and my fingers latched onto the steering wheel in a death grip.
Holy crap, did I just blow a tire?
But it didn’t feel like a blowout. No, it felt as if something had grabbed hold of my small truck
and was pulling it inexorably forward. I stomped on the brakes, but doing so only increased that
horrible shuddering sensation. The acrid stench of burning rubber filled the cab.
Cursing, I raised my foot immediately — no point in destroying my new tires — and instead
wrenched on the steering wheel, thinking that maybe pulling the truck off course would cause it to
break free from whatever force had gotten hold of it. The vehicle swerved just a little, and then it
jerked forward again, heading into the light.
That light surrounded the truck, brighter than the sun on a scorching desert day. White glare
enveloped me, blinded me. I cried out, hands flying up to protect my eyes, and the light turned black.
* * *
Warmth soothed me, flowed over my body. I opened my eyes slowly, seeing at first only a soft golden
glow that didn’t seem to have any apparent source.
I crashed, I thought then, feeling oddly unconcerned by such a prospect. I’m in the hospital.
But if that was what had happened to me out on Highway 60, shouldn’t I have been in pain? Or
was the warmth I currently was experiencing only the dreamy haze of Demerol or some other drug?
I tried to push myself up on my arms so I could look around, and I found I couldn’t move. The
surface I lay on cupped my body like a high-end Tempur-Pedic mattress I’d tried once in the store but
knew I could never afford. Not a hospital, then. I’d only stayed overnight in a hospital once, to have
my appendix out when I was a junior in high school, but I knew no hospital bed had ever felt like this.
Maybe I’d been drugged, and that was why I couldn’t move. But my thoughts seemed clear
enough. If I really had some kind of painkiller cocktail flowing through my veins, shouldn’t it have
clouded my brain?
Probably. Again, I tried to raise my arm, and it might as well have been bolted to the bed. When I
glanced down, I saw that the limb was uncovered — no hospital gown covered my bicep.
Or any other part of me, I realized then. Because the temperature in the room was so comfortable,
I hadn’t noticed at first that I was naked, arms pinned down to the bed, legs spread open and likewise
immobilized.
What the hell?
I squirmed, pulling against the invisible bonds that held me in place. Nothing happened, of course.
I might as well have been struggling against the unseen force that had taken hold of my truck.
An unseen force….
A white glow. A lonely road next to a spooky mountain range that had been linked to multiple
disappearances and UFO sightings.
I told my brain to shut up, that I was in a bad enough situation without bringing the supernatural
into it. No, it had been late at night and I’d been tired. I’d probably dozed off and gone into a ditch or
something, and then some pervy passerby had taken advantage of the opportunity and hauled me back
to his basement sex dungeon.
Of course, that theory didn’t explain how I could be held in place with no visible restraints, no
ropes or cords or fur-lined handcuffs. I’d experimented with the real thing once, with an ex-boyfriend
who was a cop, but metal handcuffs had proved fairly painful. The fur-lined cuffs were a lot better…
not that anything like them seemed to be in use at the moment.
I tugged again with my right wrist. It felt as if something soft and heavy was holding me down,
even though I couldn’t see anything. And I could see — not that there was much to look at. The light
overhead was warm and diffuse and seemed to emanate from the entire ceiling. Beyond that, I saw
only dark walls, with no apparent doors or windows. The bed on which I lay had a surprisingly thin
mattress for how cushy it felt. It was covered in soft, lightweight fabric that might have been silk,
except it wasn’t cold against my skin at all. The lighting was dim enough that I couldn’t tell what
color the fabric was. Dark blue? Green?
Should I call out? I certainly felt like yelling at whoever had trapped me in that strange place, but
maybe that wasn’t the best idea. Obviously my captor — or captors — didn’t have too many qualms
about breaking any number of local and federal laws related to kidnapping and false imprisonment.
On the other hand, lying there on that oddly comfortable bed and doing nothing didn’t seem like a
viable alternative, either.
Strangely, I wasn’t afraid. I knew I should have been, knew that I was in a terrible spot, and yet I
only felt warm and slightly fuzzy in a pleasant way, like I might have been after drinking a glass of
