Deep Space Encounters: Azula's Rebellion by Selena Blake

Deep Space Encounters: Azula's Rebellion


by Selena Blake

Cover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-544-0

Genre(s): Paranormal, Sci-Fi

Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More

Series: Deep Space Encounters

Length: Novella

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Blurb:
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 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?

With no clothes and no money, she must depend on their goodwill. But will she succumb to their desire?

Excerpt:
Deep Space Encounters: Azula's Rebellion


Selena Blake

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Copyright ©2010 Selena Blake



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A noise startled Azula, waking her from her dream. She blinked a few times and then took in her surroundings. Oh heavens. It hadn't been a dream. She was still on the Federation vessel.

Fatigue and hunger battled for her attention as she came fully awake. It had been at least three days since she'd eaten anything or allowed herself to rest. A catnap in the cargo hold hardly counted. She closed her eyes a moment but images flashed behind her eyelids. Six days since those... those women had kidnapped her. Her lip curled upward at the memory.

She needed food. And sleep. But she couldn't risk being caught again. She waited, muscles protesting, until the ship was quiet before crawling from her hiding spot. The narrow crawlspace had given her just enough room to squeeze inside and stay out of sight while the Federation soldiers had seated the rescued women from PrimeC one after another. All kidnapped. All held against their will like broodmares. The situation was barbaric.

If word got out about her kidnapping... she shuddered. Her parents would not be happy. Not only had she, the princess of Illuminaria, defied her parents' wishes and run away from home, she hadn't taken her guards. No doubt her parents were keeping her disappearance under wraps. She wouldn't do anything further to disgrace them. No. She couldn't call home. She hadn't accomplished what she'd set out to do and she was done relying on everyone else.

She crouched low, keeping her gaze focused on the far door, and visualized her surroundings in her mind. She forced herself to relax, to take the calm, steadying breaths that would make her completely invisible to anyone who was not of her kind. Illuminarians were gifted with invisibility, a rare trait even with all the technology in the universe.

Azula had never managed to conquer the gift completely. She could only remain invisible for a few minutes at a time unless she remained extremely focused, relaxed and neutral of mind, which was why she was so bone tired. She'd hidden herself away on PrimeC, cloaked herself in her invisibility and waited, snatching an occasional morsel of food.

Running away from the palace hadn't been her brightest idea. Obviously. Her plan had seemed easy. Foolproof. Travel from one Federation planet to the next, quietly tracking Jace Macavoy. Her plan had been going well... until she'd been taken. She rose from the floor and took a few quick steps forward. So much for foolproof. What she needed now was a new plan. And a miracle.

If she could hold onto her cloak long enough to disembark without drawing attention to herself... Her stomach rumbled. No. First she needed something to eat -- and somewhere to sleep. Once she'd regained her energy she'd figure out which of the Federation's safe planets she was on. Then she'd continue her search for Jace.

The last time she'd seen him, she'd been young. As had he. She wasn't going to return home until she'd found the man of her choosing. Jace -- not some arrogant prince from the other side of her galaxy. While her race was blessed with unimaginable good looks, Prince Liph's looks were the only thing good about him. The one time they'd met face to face he hadn't left a good impression. If anything, he was spoiled and weak.

Azula was neither of those things. Not anymore. She would make her own way, just as soon as she got off this ship.

At the end of the cavernous corridor, she paused, pressing her back against the wall. The slick steel was cold against her skin and she supposed that's what she got for slinking around in the nude. If only her mother could see her now. Azula cringed as her mother's voice flitted through her head. A queen of propriety and grace, her mother would never have gotten herself into this position.

The wide door was open and she could see the port deck below. Between her position and the door was the entry to the pilothouse. As long as that door remained closed she could probably sneak off.

Slowly, she leaned forward, her hand flat against the wall to steady herself. Two Federation guards, clad from head to toe in white laserproof suits, strode by, their bootsteps heavy on the polished floor. Azula took a calming breath and leaned back until she was well hidden. She hadn't been feeling very trusting lately.

A yearning like she'd never experienced swept over her. It was so strong, so instantaneous, that she felt pulled toward the pilothouse. And yet her second chance at freedom was a mere step away, down the ramp.

Illuminarians were told from the time they were young that each of them had one true mate -- another half -- and together they would make a perfect whole. They would feel an incredible pull, a desire like they'd never experienced before when their other half was near. Like all young girls, Azula had believed the legends. She'd yearned for her one true mate. But the man she was ordered to marry turned out to be a skunk.

Azula tiptoed around the corner and peeked through the window in the pilothouse door. The ship was so large she couldn't see the other side -- just banks of screens, windows and buttons. The door opened silently and she gasped. A masculine moan met her ears and an invisible force pulled her into the room.

Across the space, a blond-haired man sat in a low chair with his back to her, his head thrown back as he sucked in a shuddering breath. She stepped closer to the low wall separating them. Illuminarian. She could tell by the faint glimmering halo surrounding him.

The yearning got stronger, pulling her forward. He seemed so familiar. Azula was shocked to see another man kneeling between the Illuminarian's spread legs. The blond's erection jutted from his gaping uniform, long, golden and magnificently formed. The other man's hands rested on his thighs and his lips traveled up and down before finally closing over the plump crown.

She'd heard of men pleasuring other men, of course. Her race was highly sexual. But she'd never seen it. Never really imagined how erotic the sight would be; limbs tangled, masculine groans filling the air. She watched, awestruck, as the man's lips stretched to accommodate his partner's girth, his jaw opening wide, taking as much of the cock as he could. His partner sighed with pleasure, his big hands gripping the armrests.

Who better to pleasure a man than another man?

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Deep Space Encounters: Rescuing Natcha by Selena Blake

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Rescuing Natacha by Selena Blake  Cover art: Bryan Keller ISBN: 978-1-60521-471-9 Genre(s): Sci-Fi Theme(s): Interracial Series: Deep Space Encounters Length: Novella

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Halyn's mission was simple. On paper. Travel to PrimeC, rescue Natacha, bring her back to Isis on Del Sorna. But he should have known that no mission goes exactly as planned, and no matter how prepared the spacemerc was, he was not prepared for Natacha. Or the feelings she inspired.
In tight quarters with a strange man, running from the Federation, Natacha goes into withdrawal from the gas on PrimeC. Isis says Natacha can trust this man, but she's not sure she can trust herself.
The more he tries to soothe her symptoms, the more passionate she becomes. Is her lust real... or just 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?
Excerpt:
Rescuing Natacha
Selena Blake
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A ray gun blast whizzed by Halyn West's right shoulder, and he spun and returned fire. The woman, a PrimeC soldier dressed in white, fell back against the wall, a gaping wound in her chest. The stench of fried flesh filled the ultra modern lounge, but he knew she wasn't alone. He dropped to one knee behind a low-slung sofa and took out two more PrimeC soldiers who hugged the walls of an adjoining corridor, his aim deadly.
Halyn closed himself off to the chaos reigning around him and focused on the shadows, using his gift to sense danger. His job was to get in, rescue Isis's friend Natacha, and get out. In one piece. But the Federation army was early. Four weeks early by the sounds of the ray gun blasts from the hallway behind him. The residents, women being brainwashed and held against their will, ran past him. They wore matching masks of confusion and terror, obviously stunned by the sudden appearance of armed soldiers and the ensuing gunfight.
When he didn't see any more enemy troops, he rose to his full height and started for the wide hallway before him. With all the frightened women heading for the hills, the hall was eerily quiet. So quiet that he wondered if he was walking into an ambush. But he sensed nothing. Holding a gun in each hand, he aimed one left and the other right, walking sideways, his back to the wall. He counted each door as he passed and when he came to the fifth one, he stopped, turned, and aimed in both directions again. Next to the door, a digital sign read Natacha & Isis. He used the handle of his weapon to smash in the computerized panel below the sign and the door opened instantly.
He shifted the weapon in his left hand to aim directly in front of him as he stepped into the small, dimly lit space. Tension rippled through him, and his old shoulder wound throbbed. The first room contained two gray chairs and a small center table. He stepped further into the space, and a feminine moan filled his ears.
He stepped right, his gaze sweeping the bedroom beyond. There on one of the single wide beds was a woman in the throes of a passionate dream. Eyes firmly shut, she lay twisted with the covers, her gown hiked up around her chest. She continued to moan as her hands roamed over her stomach, hips, and...
He swallowed hard. Isis was right. Natacha was chocolate in a vanilla world. Her skin was so beautifully dark against the stark white sheets. Her hair fanned around her, covering her pillow as she turned her head left, right, then left again.
Now was not the time to be transfixed but -- he stepped closer, lowering the gun in his right hand. She rubbed her clit with four fingers, and her thighs spread wide as her hips tipped upward. Halyn cursed the blood rushing to his cock. He'd wasted too much time already, standing here watching some woman get off in her sleep.
Fuck. Her middle finger dipped between the slick folds and her hips tilted further, giving him an incredible view of the innermost folds of her pretty pink cunt.
The tip of her finger thrust inside her pussy, and a husky gasp escaped her lips. His gaze drifted up her body, over the heavy breasts beneath the sheer gown, the dark nipples poking the fabric, to her face. She was beautiful. Sensual, with a wide succulent mouth he had an uncontrollable urge to kiss. But he couldn't. Not now. Now, he needed to get her out of this hellhole.
Tucking his guns back in the holsters, he adjusted his cock, giving it a firm squeeze before he started toward Natacha. He'd stop off somewhere once he got Natacha back to Isis and take care of the... tension.
As much as he hated to stop her show, halt her dream and ruin her orgasm, time was of the essence. Federation troops would be crawling over this whole compound in a few short minutes. He bent, tucking his arms beneath her writhing body, and lifted her high against his chest. Though it was warm inside the compound, her skin was icy against his. Her sweet scent filled his nose, and surprisingly, she didn't wake. Did they drug the women so they'd sleep? Or was her dream really that powerful?
Looking down at the soft O of her lips he wondered what... who she was dreaming about. Damn it, that didn't matter right now. He turned for the door and saw a Federation soldier dart past.
"Damn," he muttered and turned back toward the single square window between the two beds. Face the troops or take his chances on the ice?
Without hesitating, Halyn swung Natacha up onto his shoulder, set his gun to blast, and fired two shots. One at the top of the window and one at the bottom. Once the smoke died down, a gaping hole beckoned escape and a wall of icy air blasted him.
"Freeze."
Halyn whirled toward the soldier in the doorway. A single shot to the center of the other man's chest knocked him back into the hallway. Gritting his teeth against the pain in his shoulder, Halyn turned back to the window and surveyed the icy landscape. The drop to the ground was about the same height as he was.
This was going to hurt. But less than getting his ass shot. He jumped. The ice crunched beneath his feet, his shoulder screamed with pain, and Natacha came to life with a start. She screamed something he didn't understand, but the knee to his gut told him she wanted down.
"Hold on, honey." Struggling to stay upright on the slippery ground, he gathered his strength and started toward the end of the building. All he had to do now was get to his ship. Another knee to the gut knocked his breath from his lungs. He dropped his hand from her hip to curl behind her knees, immobilizing them. All he had to do, he corrected, was get to the ship, keep the girl calm, and not get shot. Or killed. Or kiss the girl.
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