Dark Solstice

Dr. Rhea Landon knew she'd been thrown into Phobos Prison to die. The most  notorious prison in the solar system and one from which there was no escape,  Phobos Prison housed the most dangerous predators in the solar system—and the  few who survived more than a year were the worst of the worst.  Dragged into the arena where the warden held 'gladiator' games for the  entertainment of the staff and inmates, she was stripped naked and chained to a post.


Reissued: 10/2014
Length: Full Novel
Word Count: 86,331
Genre: Science Fiction/Futuristic Romance
Rating: Spicy/Erotic. Multiple sexual partners, frank language and situations, multiple sex partners
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)




Kaitlyn O'Connor


© Copyright by Kaitlyn O'Connor, May 2008
© Cover Art by Jenny Dixon, October 2014
ISBN 978-1-60394-190-7
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.


“Munch! Munch! Munch!”

The shouts from what seemed like hundreds of throats, and probably was, started with only a few voices as the guards dragged Rhea through the blast doors that were the only entrance to the vast cavern room. By the time they’d reached the center of the arena the chant had been taken up by most of the prisoners and become a deafening roar.

Fear had given way to shock since she was detained and, up until she’d been dragged into the arena, Rhea thought she was numb to everything going on around her. The roar of the crowd pierced her cocoon of protection, however, and fear once again clawed its way upward from her belly and into her throat, tightening until she could scarcely breathe or swallow.

She didn’t know what they meant by the chant. She was pretty sure she didn’t want to know. She tried her best to wrap herself up in shock again, to simply block the sounds from her mind, to block her mind from any thoughts at all.

She knew she’d been sent here to die, though. And today was probably the day, in the most horrible way imaginable.

The image flickered through her mind in spite of all she could do of the horde bursting through the thin wire fence that was all that separated the arena from the spectator stands, descending upon her, and tearing to her to shreds as they fought over her, but she swallowed sickly and quashed the image as quickly as she could.

They were animals. Whatever humanity they’d had before they’d found themselves in Phobos Prison had been beaten or tortured or simply worked from them long since through hard labor. They weren’t just the dregs of society. They were the strongest dregs, because the life expectancy of prisoners shipped to Phobos was six months. The few that survived a year were the most dangerous predators in the solar system.

Despite the fear that was surging through her, draining her of strength so that she shook from head to foot as if she had the ague, she lifted her head when they halted in the center of the cavernous room, surveying the crowd. Her heart seemed to stop in her chest when she saw a woman among the spectators. A spurt of hope followed it, sending her heart galloping in overdrive.

Ignoring the men tugging at her now and those in the stands, she searched a little desperately for more feminine faces among the crowd, so focused on her frantic search for a sign that there was hope of life that it was several moments before her mind deciphered the tugging. Even then, it was the reaction of the crowd, not her own decimated senses that clued her to the objective of the guards. She screamed when she realized they were tearing her clothing off, biting and clawing at them as it sank in that they were stripping her naked to push the prisoners into even more of a frenzy. One of the men backhanded her across the face, momentarily stunning her. She was too dazed to feel any pain, but the blow made it impossible to fight them enough to even slow them and by the time she’d recovered she was naked.

As she’d feared, the prisoners grew even more rowdy, jumping up in the stands. Expecting any moment that the guards would completely lose control and the prisoners storm the arena, she tensed all over when she saw one man plow through the prisoners in front of him, heading for the thin wire fence. Surprise flickered through her when a dozen more didn’t instantly join him, but she saw why in the next instant. As the man slammed against the fence electricity arched in blue and white lights. The stench of burning meat wafted past her nostrils and into her mouth. The sight was even worse than the smell. She couldn’t seem to tear her gaze from the horrific spectacle. She gagged and lost the battle with her stomach.