I may be a Prince, but there are things that trouble me about my father’s royal rule-the forced abduction, experimentation, and torture of alien creatures. The king has a new prisoner who’s a carefully kept secret…
There’s a young female who belongs to a little-known civilization I have been studying extensively. They are human, belonging to a small, undeveloped planet called Earth. She is pretty in a way I find unusual and compelling. Sometimes I sneak into the adjoining cell and we talk about everything and nothing, even as I find myself yearning to touch her strange, soft skin.
Skin that is being subjected to invasive tests and experiments. A body that’s scheduled for a live dissection in fifteen days. And a life that will be terminated unless I risk my future and life to help her escape…
The Trans-Galactic Insurrection series is best enjoyed in order.
Book #1 – Gamma Rift
Book #2 – Starstruck
“When you talk, I forget that you’re not human.”
“And I forget you’re not Enestian. I used to think the English language was harsh and lacked depth, but when I hear you speak and imagine your soft lips forming each word, your language is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever heard in my life.”
A euphoric sensation rose from deep below, flooding into my warmed chest. “Come closer,” I whispered. “As close as you can.”
Garran pushed up from his palms, leaning forward as I did the same, and our faces came within inches of each other. The wall’s warmth pulsed against my lips in small puffs, and I yearned to kiss this unique alien creature.
“You’re beautiful,” said Garran.
“And how would you know?” I laughed as my body tingled.
“I’ve seen you.”
“You’ve seen me?”
“Your intake image when I looked at your file, but even if I hadn’t, I’d still think you were an amazing being.”
“I don’t remember a picture being taken.”
“You were unconscious,” he said in a tone that sounded like an apology. “Your eyes were closed,” he continued softly. “Your eyes, what color are they?”
“Brown, but sometimes, depending on the light, they look green,” I said. “What about yours?”
“They’re a bit hard to describe. You’ll just have to wait and see them for yourself,” he teased.
My chest expanded without taking a breath, and I imagined his body with a layer of shell, smooth but masculine, defined yet indistinct, the thought stimulating instead of repulsing me. I pictured someone like Batman with his strong, amazing body covered in a muscular superhero outfit. “What about your lips— Are they covered with shell?”
“Yes, but it’s different from the shell that covers the majority of our bodies. Shell lips are porous instead of solid, forgiving instead of stiff.”
He turned his head slightly to the side. His jaw lowered as his lips parted, and even with the wall rippling between us, I could just make out the tip of his tongue as he licked his lips. I thought he was beautiful, too, this statuesque blur of a creature whose nose was straight but faint, and whose sharp chin cut to the clean lines of a throat and neck.
“I want to touch you,” he said.
“And I want to touch you.” But even more, I wanted his touch upon me, his shell against my skin.
“I will do everything I can to see you, even if it breaks protocol. I will try to see what I can do.”