Hesparia's Tears
by Imogene Nix
Erotic Sci-Fi/Futuristic Romance
Categories: Action/Adventure
Publisher: Total-e-Bound
Release Date: August 9, 2013
Heat Level: Steamy
Word Count: 56,211
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Description:
What will happen when the past catches up?
Galan is from Hesparia, a prince on a planet where the females are dying out his people need an alliance with the humans.
Jessa has a past, one she hasn’t earned but cannot escape.
What will happen when opportunity knocks?
Galan travels to earth, hoping to plead the case for Hesparia. He doesn’t expect Jessa or The Quickening.
Can he make the case for women to migrate to Hesparia? Can he get the
humans to trust him enough to form an alliance? And is there hope for
this couple to overcome the obstacles in their way?
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it
contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be
considered offensive to some readers.
Hesparia’s Tears – Excerpt
The spaceship entered orbit and Jessa watched the
tracking on the television. Since learning of the existence of
extraterrestrials, it was about all she wanted to do. See where they were and
where they planned to land.
The reporter came back on the screen. “We believe they
will make their landing somewhere on the continent of Australia. There have
been no further radio communications from the craft, however. So it is, at
best, an educated guess right now.”
Jessa giggled at the sober face of the young, twenty-something
reporter standing outside the Parkes Observatory and the inane follow up
comment made by the thirtyish female news anchor.
“Jessa, it’s time for bed!” her mother yelled again.
She sighed dramatically. At twenty-four she was no longer
a child, even though her parents seemed to struggle with that small fact.
Maybe it’s time to move out. As quickly as the thought
had crossed her mind, she dismissed it. Leaving home meant more expense than
she could possibly afford. The thing that really irked her was paying an
outstanding legal bill for something she hadn’t even done. It was a refrain
that had played through her mind over and over again since the event had taken
place. It may have happened years ago, but she continued to pay for her
youthful indiscretion. One she had long regretted.
Jessa stood, before heading down the old hallway to the
bathroom. Living at home meant sharing a bathroom with her little brother, Ben.
Of course, being a boy of sixteen, he was disgusting. There were used razor blades,
splashes of water, foam from his recent shaving experience and hairs in the
sink. Knowing it would make no difference complaining about it she carefully
picked up the discarded detritus and placed it in the bin beside the vanity
unit, wiped away the mess and began her own night-time ritual.
Emerging from the bathroom, she spied her mother,
standing at the end of the hall in her fluffy blue dressing gown with matching
slippers, and her blonde hair sitting high on her head in soft curlers. It was
the same scene every night. “Night, Jessa.”
“Night, Mum.” What else was there to say? In a funk,
Jessa entered her room, before closing the door then sat down on her single
bed. She breathed deeply, letting the oxygen flow through her system, before
slowly levering herself down across the mattress. Her blinds were open so she
had an excellent view of the star-studded sky. It was a major positive to
living on the edge of town, the absence of bright lights.
“Whoever you are, I certainly hope you’re friendly,” Jessa
muttered, before closing her eyes, rolling onto her side and willing herself to
sleep. For some reason, an excited thrill ran through her system.
Finally, visitors from the stars. No longer was it a
figment of someone’s imagination or something from a science fiction novel. The
time had come for them to have contact with another species. That was a
sobering thought. The Prime Minister had sent a radio message to the ship. God,
I hope the Prime Minister didn’t act like a pompous dick. Jessa snuggled down
under the covers, waiting for the touch of sleep. Her mind wandered and she
drowsed.
Her mobile, sitting on the bedside table buzzed and
vibrated. Jessa muttered in the dark, groping for the device. She reached out
and found the red leather covered item and dragged it to her ears.
“’lo?”
“Jessa, it’s me. Seth. Can you come to the office at the
telescope? I need you.” His voice was excited.
She squinted. “I was asleep, Seth. Besides which, I’m off
duty until Saturday.”
The room was gloomy and she screwed her face up into a scowl, knowing sleep
would probably elude her now. “What could be so important that I need to come
in right now?” Jessa pushed back the covers, swung her legs over the side then
slipped her feet into her old grey slippers beside the bed.
“I can’t tell you over the phone.”
“What?” Something was happening. An agitated thrill
filled her chest and for an instant her mind warred with the interest that
spiked.
“Jessa…”
He didn’t need to plead. Jessa was already getting up to
hunt out clothes. “Sure. Yeah, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
“Thanks. You really won’t regret it.” The delight in his
voice was contagious.
Jessa hurriedly tapped the end call button.
* * * *
The land, so alien with hues of blue and green, grew
larger as the craft descended. “Captain, do you really intend to land here?
After those transmissions?”
Galan sat in his chair, watching the view-screen, hearing
the concern and horror in the voice of his second-in-command. “I do, Joras. We
must remember our primary objective.” He knew his words sounded unconcerned,
yet he too had reservations after the tone of the communications he had
received from the…what did they call themselves? Oh right, yes, Earthlings…
“It‘s obvious they had no imagination, calling themselves Earthlings.
Especially the woman who had called herself the Prime Minister, whatever that is.”
He shook his head. “But what did pique my interest was the other transmission I
received—the young man, who had called himself Seth. He sounded like he might
be a possible go-between for us. Something our people had always found helpful
in the past when dealing with new planets.”
Frustration pulled at him as he rose from his seat,
making his way to the navigator’s position. “How long until landing?”
“Sir, on our current course, I estimate no more than
three horanas.” Galan nodded absently. Three horanas to prepare. It wasn’t
much, but it would have to do. “Joras, have your security team ready and fully
briefed. We’ll have to treat this as an ambassadorial meeting. I will prepare a
communiqué for our Liege, concerning our position and plans.” Galan turned back
to his friend, rubbing a hand absently along his hairless jaw. “Joras, when we
land, I need you to remain here.”
About The Author
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