The Watchers III: Starchildren Trilogy
Volume includes Watchers, Watchers II: Exiled, and Watchers III: Starchildren
Claire isn't confused about whether she loves Dante, the father of her child. She's unconvinced that they can make a 'normal' life together.
The question is, will they even get a chance to try?
Their civilization was as old as time. No one knew where they came from or how long their kind had existed, but once they gained the knowledge to leave their home world they spread throughout the universe like a plague. They were the most cunning of predators. Their intelligence was only exceeded by their avarice, their narcissism, and their deadly charm.
They were a plague, a blight upon the many civilizations of the universe. Sweeping across the cosmos, they laid waste to all who opposed them, conquered any who dared to fight them, took what they pleased and discarded it once they’d enjoyed their fill of it.
In time the tide turned against them, however. The people of the conquered civilizations banded together and fought back, defeated them, and then banished them to a small corner of the universe where they could do no harm to anyone beyond themselves. The Watchers were sent to guard them, to make certain they were never again a threat to other intelligent life forms. And for a time they were contained ….
Published: Aug 2016
Word Count: 133,157
Genre: Science Fiction/Futuristic Romance
Rating: Erotic/Spicy--multiple sexual partners
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)
© Cover Art by Jenny Dixon, September 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.
Dominick ‘Nick’ DiCarlo rolled out of the dingy and onto the beach, ignoring the water that splashed in his face as he belly crawled out of the surf, across the short beach, and then scrambled up the first dune to scan the terrain through his night vision goggles. Surrounding him was his own S.E.A.L. team and three others that had been pulled in for this ‘special emergency’ mission.
He wasn’t in the habit of questioning his orders—and he hadn’t this time despite the fact that he’d been thoroughly pissed off about having his leave canceled—but he had a bad feeling about the latest mission and his brain wouldn’t stop turning it over and over in an attempt to figure out what just didn’t freaking fit.
Truthfully, he’d been stunned but more than a little excited when he’d discovered the general area where things would go down—the Persian Gulf—because it would put him in pretty damned good shape to take care of his own personal mission once he’d done Uncle Sam’s job, eliminating the cost of transportation in one direction anyway.
The tale they’d cooked up didn’t fit, though, he decided, and that was why he felt distinctly uneasy, not just wound tight with nerves because of the possibility of a firefight, which was so typical of his job that he hardly paid that any attention anymore.
The Middle East was a hot bed of terrorists, though. Not the sort of place one would expect to find spies or stolen technology. If they’d been told they were raiding a terrorist stronghold for stolen weapons, he would’ve bought it. Or if they’d dropped them in Russia or China to look for stolen technology—or to steal technology ….
The story just didn’t fit the circumstances in his book.
In the foreground, he saw what looked like a vast basin of crumbling ruins that seemed to fit the satellite images they’d been shown. And on the far side a jumble of tents that was the secondary target for this part of the mission that might house trouble with a capitol T. They’d been told there might be armed guards stationed there and they should be ready for trouble, but that resistance wasn’t expected.
That had really thrown everybody and was the main reason Nick felt so uneasy.
That was for ‘Delta’ team, though. Alpha, Beta, and Gamma teams were to recapture the technology and destroy everything they couldn’t take with them. While they were taking care of retrieving their property at the land base, a second group of four S.E.A.L. teams would proceed to the underwater base just off the coast, wipe out any resistance they encountered there, and collect anything else that they found in the way of ‘stolen’ technology.
It took them almost an hour to get into position. Once they had, they had to wait for a go from the Delta team since they didn’t want to spring the trap before Delta had secured the insurgents and make their job harder.
The minute Delta swarmed the tents, Nick and his team shot for the edge of the basin, went over it on ropes and raced toward the pyramid shaped structure in the center. Nick’s uneasiness grew as they made their way through the land based ‘camp’. It looked awfully fucking old for a government facility of any kind.
He closed his mind to the doubts, focusing.
He felt a wave of dizziness sweep over him, though, when he and the others swarmed inside and got their first look at the map room. For a handful of minutes, all any of them could do was stand and gape at the ceiling, the map of the universe—not the known universe, the ‘unknown till now’ universe!
It sure as well wasn’t stolen technology—at least Nick wasn’t buying that it had been stolen from Uncle Sam anymore.
He could believe they were about to steal it, though.
“Hump it! We only have about an hour and we need to get this recorded and everything we can carry moved to the ship!” the CO bellowed.
Actually, Nick wasn’t certain of whether he’d bellowed the order or if it had just echoed through the room, but he jumped to obey like everyone else. He didn’t know about the rest of them, but the sooner they collected the stuff and got the hell out the better he would feel.