Allyson Young's new release Vanquished is sure to have you biting your nails when you're not reaching for your vibrator. I'm so excited to get to be sharing an excerpt. This one is looks full of pulse pounding action!!
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Excerpt:
Daggers
at the ready, the three pirates once again approached the doors. Vayne spied a
young, fair-haired male standing wide-eyed, his mouth dropping open as Barek,
Duff and their Captain charged from the lift. Vayne followed on their heels,
wincing as they mowed the young man down with a hit to the head. Then all chaos
descended.
A
significantly smaller figure, dressed completely in black, waded into the
triangle of pirates. It laid Barek low with well-placed blows to his knees and
an uppercut to his jaw as he fell to the ground. The baton inflicting the
punishment flashed in a blur of movement to match the warrior’s whirling grace.
Vayne was already moving to assist when the fighting dervish dealt with Duff,
body moving with grace and deadly intent, bringing the pirate down with
punishment to his kidneys. Short black hair gleamed in the harsh lighting as
the warrior spun to take on Captain Ristos.
Vayne
used his shocker, nearly catching one slender, black clad shoulder as their
opponent made contact with Ristos’ ribcage, the baton making a dull, wet sound.
But the little warrior whirled out of range, turning to renew the attack, and
the bolt spent itself harmlessly against the bulkhead. Vayne’s cock filled and
stood at full attention, causing him considerable discomfort in his
tight-fitting space uniform. By the shades of Turco, it was a female. He locked
eyes with orbs a brilliant shade of the golden gemstones so prized on his
planet before she charged, moving gracefully on the balls of her bare feet.
“He
dies!” Duff’s howl cut through the tension as Vayne prepared to defend himself,
and the female halted, stumbling as she did so. Duff held his weapon at the young
male’s throat, vicious intent written across his features.
“No,
don’t,” the lithe beauty called out, and Vayne watched, transfixed, as she
dropped to her knees, carefully laying down the lethal weapon she used so
efficiently. She then clasped her hands behind her neck.
Nothing
in her posture spoke of true submission, but it didn’t matter to Vayne’s cock.
That appendage throbbed painfully and he was at a loss as to how to calm it.
Never had he ever… Vayne struggled to make his body move. Ristos moved first.
Kicking
aside the baton, he gestured to Duff, who released his hold on the
still-unconscious young male. Was this woman attached to the man? Vayne shook
his head. It didn’t matter. She was now his.
“Secure
her.”
Ristos
bent and clipped a pair of solar cuffs around the woman’s wrists, and Vayne
approved of how efficient the captain was, yet afforded the little female
respect. He wasn’t the only male to appreciate her attempt to defend this deck.
The restraints emitted slight whirring sounds as they engaged. Charged by any
light source, they were virtually impervious to tampering and would open only
to the owner’s print. Vayne pulled the control from the captain’s hand, entered
his own print to replace that of Ristos’, then crushed the control beneath his
boot.
As
desperate as the Shadalla were, their scientists had confirmed the
compatibility of Earth females to breed and bear their children, and some of
his species’ males had actually found their chosen. Gone was Vayne’s need to
merely pick a female out of the women on this ship, using careful parameters to
ensure she was suited for his position, able to bear his children, and of a
nature and appearance to stimulate his desires in order to put those offspring
in her belly. Royal concubines weren’t unheard of, after all, and the odds of
him finding a chosen were slight. But he couldn’t look any further, impossibly
drawn to this imperious warrior at his feet. And should he ever be fortunate
enough to find an actual chosen mate, this lovely woman would retain concubine
status, regardless.
“Bring
the men out. Offer. I’ll send my exec to scrutinize the females.” He wasn’t
that overwhelmed to forget he had a duty to other men in his service.
He
reached down and fit a hand under the elbow of the female, and his world turned
upside down. The physical attraction had been immediate, granted. But the
instant he touched her and her scent enveloped him, his brain exploded with a
revelation he’d only experienced once in his life—and a very subdued and pale
version at that. One manipulated by science. Vayne didn’t need another minute
with her to understand the symptoms and wished to shout his joy out loud. She was a chosen and not his future concubine. She came
up with the lightness of gossamer, and only his quick reflexes saved him from a
knee to the groin as he turned to catch the blow on his thigh. Little
spitfire.
Blurb:
In
the future, Earth negotiated a treaty with the Shadalla, only to wage another
war with the Juxtant. Together, humans and Shadalla defeat that mortal enemy,
but corruption and greed always prevails.
Vayne
Palldyn, Sovereign of the planet Nibiru, is determined that his species not
become extinct, and will take revenge on those who unleashed that genetic bio
weapon. His kind has kidnapped human women before, and despite the Treaty none
returned to Earth—the Shadalla have a biological advantage in seducing Chosen
mates.
Honorably
discharged warrior Neira Grekhov boards the starship Astris, seeking peace but succumbing to soul sickness. Until the Astris is boarded by pirates.
Spying
Neira ferociously defending her fellow passengers, Vayne pursues her, as his
Chosen. Neira resists, and despite healing her emotionally the Sovereign
wonders if he must concede defeat at the hands of this infuriating woman.
Then
the stars align and truths are discovered…
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Author
Bio:
Allyson
Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada with her husband of many
years and numerous pets. She worked in the human services all across Canada and
has seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has
written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small
newspapers and the like, although her work appeared in her high school
yearbooks too! After reading an erotic romance, quite by accident, she decided
to try her hand at penning erotica.
Allyson
will write until whatever she has inside her is satisfied- when all the heroes
man up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and
Allyson favours the darker side of romance.
allysonyoung45@gmail.com
