Chauffeur, The Captain, and the Space Pirate, The

A routine job turns to disaster for intergalactic chauffeur, Vanessa Cri, when she unknowingly transports the girlfriend of a notorious space pirate aboard the United Planets Alliance's flagship. Forced to fix the problem or face a court martial, Vanessa has to accept the help of her former captain, the sexy Latino, Marcos Martinez.


Published: 04/2009
Length: Novella
Word Count: 23,352
Genre: Futuristic Romance
Rating: Erotic
Available formats: : PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)


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Mahogany Brown


© Copyright by Mahogany Brown, April 2009
© Cover Art by Eliza Black, April 2009
ISBN 978-1-60394-298-0
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636


This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.


Vanessa looked up into the sky. There were only a few hours of daylight left. The idea of walking back to the pod in the dark didn’t appeal to her. “I guess so.”

“You okay?”

She looked at him. “Yes, I’m fine.”

“You sure? You look a little flushed. Here.” He pulled out the water bottle from the survival pack and handed it to her.

She took a swallow, then handed it back. “Thank you.”

“It’s just that you looked like you were going to faint. I’ve been known to have that affect on women.”

She rolled her eyes. Faint? Please! More like rip off his pants and jump on him. His pants hung dangerously low on his hips.

Trying to keep her eyes from his crotch, she said, “Azurians are used to heat and humidity. And I assure you that the sight of you would not make me faint.”

He gave her a lopsided grin. “But you’re only half.”

“I inherited the half that can deal with the heat and humidity.”

“Too bad. I think I would have had a lot of fun trying to revive you.”

And she’d have fun letting him.

He walked past her, and down another path. “Okay, let’s head back.”

“That’s not the way we came.”

“I know, but I saw a stream. We can refill the water bottle and cool off a bit, providing there are no piranha-like fish swimming about. I didn’t escape those killer birds to have my flesh eaten off my bones.”

“Arin says no. We should be safe,” Vanessa said, and started to follow Marcos. Then he slipped down the slope. “Marcos!”

Vanessa watched as he tumbled down the slippery slope to land head first in a pool of reddish mud. He emerged covered in muck. Good thing the emergency pack was waterproof. Vanessa carefully made her way down.

“You look very funny covered in mud.”

“I don’t feel like laughing. I’ve got mud in my shorts.”

“Well, you better wash it off. You’re not tracking all that mud into the cave.” She looked past him. “There’s your stream. Meet you there.”

As she turned, something wet hit her backside. She turned to look. Her ass was covered with mud. She looked at Marcos. He winked at her.

“What was that for?” she asked.

“No reason,” he said, and threw another handful. It caught her between her breasts. Before she could react, he threw another clump. This time the target was between her legs.

“Bullseye,” Marcos said when the clump hit home.

“That does it.” She charged after him. She tried to push him back into the mud, but he pulled her down with him. She stood up spitting mud.

“Now we both look funny.”

Vanessa wiped mud from her face. “You’re very juvenile for a UPA captain.”

“Me? What about you? You were going to push me in again.”

“Only because you deserved it.”

He threw another handful of mud at her. “Race you to the water."