Union

Published by: eXtasy Books

Author : P.J. Dean

ISBN :978-1-77111-702-9

Page :152

Word Count :51389

Publication Date :2013-10-30

Series : The Felig Chronicles#3

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Available Formats : Union (pdf) , Union (prc) , Union (epub) , Union (mobi)

Category : Erotic Romance , Paranormal Romance

Product Code: 978-1-77111-702-9

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Love, marriage and aliens don’t necessarily go together.

When not blasting alien Felig into small bits, Nate Lowe and Tina Cain are like any other co-habitating couple. In spite of some serious personal differences and a few assassination attempts on them, they’ve managed to find time to fall in love. Ready to take them to a new level in their relationship, Nate is pressing Tina for a more lasting union. Despite loving him, Tina is reticent. What’s the problem? On another front, the resilient Felig are giving the word union a whole new meaning.

Although it was an early February snowy Wednesday, the tenth to be exact, and cold as a witch’s tit outside, the master bedroom of a certain upstate New York farmhouse might as well have been in the tropics. The equatorial heat was not due to a glitch in the heating system. The couple inhabiting the room, particularly the male, enthusiastically supplied said atmosphere.

Nate Lowe was going supernova, as was par for his body chemistry when he made love to his one and only, Tina Cain. Tina wasn’t doing too badly herself. They had met the previous summer under very urgent circumstances and had remained together ever since—that was, except for the two times that Tina had been killed. They forged their relationship by a common need for no-strings-attached sex and a rescue mission, but admiration, budding trust, and plain old caring had morphed their business arrangement into a full-blown, full on, love affair. A lethal alien invasion of Earth by a race called the Felig, coupled with Nate’s guaranteed deal breaker of a secret, had almost destroyed their fledgling bond. Stops and starts pulled their feelings back and forth. Through it all, two things remained constant—their respect for one another and their love. As a committed team, they battled against the aliens plus a surprising conspiratorial human element in league with the invaders, to save mankind.

After their last adventure, they’d returned to the reclusive compound to center themselves. Regrouping for them was based on trust and spontaneous sex. The joy and affirmation of living derived from on-the-fly, hot lovin’ had waned a tad as Nate and Tina had become very popular with the media after their recent achievement. In the weeks following the Devilbiss smack down, privacy and alone time was nil. The possibility of some ass-wipe with a camera snapping the moment’s favorite couple, in flagrante delicto—red-handed, kept Tina and Nate on edge and apart. Twenty-four-seven news crews desperate for film at eleven and paparazzi with zoom lenses were attempting to breach the walls. The farmhouse’s regular security crew had its hands full. Nate had contemplated electrifying the perimeter. Tina had vetoed the idea, firmly stating that they could be tried for murder, or, at the very least, excessive force, if a trespassing nosy parker was harmed. Nate was tiring of the public’s insatiable need to know everything about them. Oddly, this fact was nudging him to make a full confession about his partial Felig nature. Before the news hounds could uncover it by accident, he was pondering a full disclosure himself. Tina was less than enthusiastic. She was worried that it would draw haters worse than the Devilbiss family, and others—plus, people had notoriously short memories. After so much effort to save mankind, Nate could become the target of mankind’s backlash once his background was revealed. The Felig had won a miniscule victory. Nate and Tina were analyzing their every step, something uncharacteristic of the couple. Yes, the farmhouse was powder keg and prison.

Drapes remained shut and delivery vans stopped at the foot of the main drive. Further infringement on their freedom took the form of Wiley Devilbiss. He had begged asylum after his sister’s botched assassination attempt on them. Nate had said no way to the kid, but Tina intervened and convinced him to let the boy stay a while. Wiley had escaped that fateful night from Devilbiss Place just like any other prey. He turned out not to have been involved in the murder plot against them and he was actually too sensible to be corrupt like his blue-blooded family and peers. Still, he and the press had put a damper on the pair’s previously uninhibited love life.

By some unfathomable stroke of luck, that February morning after breakfast, they’d found themselves alone. There were no news crews hovering outside and no Wiley loping around. He’d gone to visit his sister at the exclusive psych hospital in Connecticut, for which their dad, H.D., was paying. That was a day-long trip from which he’d make his return late that evening. Tina and Nate had retreated to the living room to read the newspaper on the couch. The total quiet and realization that no one was present caused them to look up from their reading to mouth, simultaneously, “We’re alone!”

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