Joyzal's Prize (Alien Bounty Hunters Book 2)

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by Michele Mills


  She exhaled.

  Road it was.

  So, she tucked her cell back in her pocket and walked forward, because at least she was doing something that didn’t involve getting hopelessly lost. Cold wind blew against her bare legs, rustling the miniskirt she’d worn that evening. She tightened her paper-thin cardigan around her torso. It was spring. Nice in the daytime, but chilly at night, especially up here in the mountains. And wow, these weren’t some pretend mountains, these were the real deal, the mountains John Muir had backpacked. She guesstimated Yosemite was only about an hour away.

  And she wasn’t even remotely dressed for this trek in the wilderness, let alone on the potholed pavement at the side of the road.

  Fucking shit.

  Rebecca sullenly kicked a small branch out of her way and continued trudging forward on her walk of shame, her desperate path back to civilization. It was freakishly quiet out here, in sharp contrast to the party she’d left earlier and the loud music pulsing in Eric’s car. Out here she could hear the wind brushing through the trees, the hoot of an owl…and that was about it. It would be nice if she weren’t so upset.

  “Why?” she yelled out to no one, shaking a fist at the glittering stars in the nighttime sky. “Why?” She choked off a sob, determined not to cry. If she cried, those assholes won.

  What kind of sense did it make for them to dump her on the side of the road? She was alone; she could get hurt out here. And no one would know. She’d never be found.

  And all because she’d refused to put Eric’s dick in her mouth?

  Really?

  For that, she’d been literally kicked to the curb. They’d slowed down and pushed her out, laughing like a pack of hyenas. She barely knew any of them. Eric had sat near her in psych class all semester. He’d asked her out a couple of times and she’d kept putting him off, but he was persistent. Finally, she’d agreed. Eric was handsome and on the basketball team, great on paper. Right? Why not give him a chance? What harm was one date? Looking back on it, she should’ve gone with her initial gut reaction of nope, bit of a jerk. But, trying to be nice, she’d given in.

  Big mistake.

  He’d invited her to a party in the mountains—a two-hour drive away. “It’s slamming. Everyone goes there. You’ll love it,” he’d said.

  She wasn’t sure, but he was very convincing.

  And, well, sometimes Rebecca worried she was boring.

  She never drank, did drugs, or went out to any college parties or functions. Ever. She wasn’t a people person. She liked animals, especially horses. Horses, she could understand. People, not so much. This was why she was studying to become a large-animal veterinarian. But she’d decided she needed to put in more effort to make friends considering she usually kept to herself and hadn’t made a single new friend since moving away to college.

  So she went out with Eric and the couple he’d brought along.

  Two point five seconds after she’d stepped into the raucous party with Eric and his friends, Rebecca had known it was all a huge mistake. It wasn’t her scene at all. She wanted nothing more than to get away from the pounding music and crush of people. And when Eric had pushed her against a wall in a dark hallway and shoved his beer-soaked tongue down her throat, she’d rebuffed his advances.

  And from that point on, things had gone from bad to worse.

  Now here she was, walking along a backwoods road, nothing to guide her except the pale light of the full moon. And she was pissed off and embarrassed, a mess of nasty emotions all knotting inside.

  And then she heard the noise.

  About the Author

  Michele Mills lives in California and leads a life of quiet, G rated desperation with her husband and two sons. In an attempt at a fulfilling, R rated inner life that does not include Disney movies and Nickelodeon; Michele reads and writes filthy romance and, well...filthy romance. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

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  michelemills.org

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  Also by Michele Mills

  Alien Bounty Hunter Series

  Rayzor’s One: Available Now!

  Joyzal’s Prize: Available Now!

  Kayzon’s Wish: May 2017

  Catastrophe Series

  Die For You: Available Now!

  Kill For You: August 2017

 

 

 


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