Noelle wasn’t unduly alarmed when the Amazonian women took her and fellow scientist/friend, Monica, captive. She reasoned that their own colony wasn’t far and someone was bound to come look for them and free them. In the meanwhile, she had an opportunity to study the all female society.
When the alien ship swooped toward the village, however, and sent the fierce Amazonian warrior women into a blind panic, she thought it might be time to panic herself … especially when she saw the fierce, huge, barbarian male charging down the gangplank and headed straight toward her. (originally title Barbarian Prince)
Originally Published: 01/2015
Length: Mid Novel
Word Count: 66,430
Genre: Science Fiction Romance
Rating: Spicy/Erotic/mild BDSM
Available formats: : PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)
© Cover Art by Jenny Dixon, June 2014
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.
It sounded like a herd of something heavy coming their way!
Noel shot to her feet, glancing quickly around to try to identify the direction of the threat. Despite her focus in trying to identify a threat and the direction of it, around her, she was dimly aware that some of the other scientists had also looked up, although she was the only one who seemed alarmed enough to have abandoned her pursuit of specimens. Regardless, and somewhat insensibly since no one knew what was making the noise or if it was a threat or not, she felt her adrenaline kick up to a higher level of alarm when she saw that the sounds had also caught the attention of the others.
Just as Noel was beginning to feel the discomfort of the suspicion that she might have reacted to a threat that didn’t exist, a scream—a human scream—abruptly rent the air around them. It sent a shockwave through everyone on the plane and, hard on the heels of that, blind panic. Unfortunately, most of them were so shocked they were paralysed and those not paralysed with fear seemed confused as to whether they should run or not since no one else seemed inclined to run.
“Open the gates! Open the gates!” the man in the lead bellowed as he came into view.
“Run!” the man behind him yelled when he spotted the group gaping at them.
Both screamed orders, Noel discovered, came from the delegation barreling toward them at the best speed they could manage—the delegation that had left days ago to hike over to the nearest village to try to negotiate a treaty with the natives.
And directly on their heels was an army of Amazons, who abruptly began screaming like banshees the moment they spotted the group, Noel’s group, just beyond the safety of the colony!
The screams released some from their indecive paralysis.
It had the opposite effect on Noel.
For a space of critical heartbeats, Noel merely stared wide-eyed with mouth agape at the barbarian horde heading straight for them from the path through the forest that edged the plain where they’d built their colony.
Monica, who’d already whirled to charge toward the gate and safety, spotted Noel and changed directions abruptly. Charging toward her, she slammed into Noel in her efforts to grab her. Their feet tangled, and both of them sprawled out.
Monica hit the dirt like she was spring loaded. Completely unfazed from her collision with the ground, she grabbed Noel’s arm on her rebound and yanked her to her feet.
It was enough to throw off Noel’s shock and jog her sense of self-preservation. She ran. She ran so fast she outran Monica and began dragging her.
She ran so fast she didn’t know what the hell happened when she was abruptly slammed against the ground. She thought for several moments that Monica had tripped and fallen on her.
Until she was hauled up and tossed over a broad shoulder that knocked the breath out of her and made her black out.