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.
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:
A mother of two, compulsive reader and
bookstore owner. She lives in regional Queensland, Australia with her husband,
2 daughters, dog, cats and prize winning chooks. She has a particular fondness
for Vampires, Star Ship Captains and things that go bump in the night.
She is also a firm believer in writing
what you enjoy… something she strictly adheres to!
Connect with
Imogene Nix
Website: http://imogenenix.com/
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