SPACE BABIES

by Rena Marks

  “She is big enough to walk,” Tristan said. He felt a slight surge of jealousy that his daughter was in the Supreme Commander’s arms.

  “She is? I asked her if she was old enough to walk and she held up her arms and said, up.” The Commander looked baffled.

  A few of the men groaned, “Titi.”

  His child laughed harder.

  “You kind of have to watch that one,” Kresna said.

  “Nuh, uh,” Titi denied. A small, chubby hand shot out and reached the side of the Supreme Commander’s cheek, twisting his head to face her. She didn’t want his attention on any of the others long enough to heed their warning.

  Perhaps they were wise to warn new people.

  “I am excited to see my project planet, and just as excited to see the fresh, new breeds you have created from our DNA and theirs.”

  Tristan sighed. “Come see mine first.”

  Remembering his lesson with seeing Marcie on display, he called out. “Lara, love? I have the Supreme Commander and Titi with me. May we enter?”

  “Yes,” she said. “We’re both decent.”

  “You will love this,” Tristan said, over his shoulder to the Commander as they walked in. “He is the most beautiful babee you will ever see.”

  He turned his head to see Lara’s boob in his focus. His tiny babee was suckling from her bare breast.

  Decent?

  He cleared his throat, and took Titi from the Commander’s arms and set her on the bed.

  “Oooh. My brudder.”

  “Yes, Titi. This is your baby brother to care for,” Lara said.

  Titi’s little hand snaked out to touch him, then hesitated, and retreated. She snaked it out again, then pulled it away.

  “You can touch his little foot,” Tristan suggested. “See how he is poking his toes from the blanket? He wants you to touch that.”

  Titi used one finger to stroke his tiny foot. She squealed.

  “Titi, this is your brother. Hagan,” Tristan said.

  “Egghead,” his offspring said clearly.

  “No, not Egg. Hegg. Gun. Hagan.”

  “Heggunhead.”

  “No, Hag-an. Hegg-gun.”

  She looked exasperated, and crossed her arms. “Egghead.”

  He sighed. “Not Egghead. Heg-an. Hagan.”

  “Hegghead?”

  “Just call him Bubba for now,” the Supreme Commander suggested.

  “Bubba,” Titi said brightly.

  “I thought that would work.”

  “I saw you were getting updates from the births,” Lara said. “But why did you still come to visit?”

  “Lara,” Tristan said, appalled at his mate’s directness with the ruler of their planet.

  The Supreme Commander chuckled. “She is right. I have an ulterior motive. Though I was excited to see all the little ones. We do not have these on our planet, you know,” he said to Lara. “We grow our offspring and they emerge as adults. May I?” He held his arms out for the blue-wrapped bundle.

  Hagan had stopped nursing. Lara handed him over, unconcerned that her breast hung free. But the Commander never noticed, as his eyes were glued to the precious bundle. She calmly pulled her blouse back over it.

  “You are so cute! Yes, you are. Who’s a cutie?” the Commander cooed.

  Tristan watched with disgust. He sounded like the warriors of his planet.

  Titi crawled onto the Commander’s leg to get closer to her brother. With one arm, the Commander brought her onto his lap so she could help hold the tiny bundle. Then he spoke.

  “There are several other men who are ready to retire from policing the galaxy. I would like to send them here to join your planet.”

  There was silence at his statement.

  “Of course, I wouldn’t mind if another ship of females was rescued. We’d have to keep it from Earth, of course.”

  Lara’s eyes gleamed. “You’d probably let us know if there were any available kidnapped females, I’m sure?”

  “You and I have an understanding,” the Commander said. “I’m sure I could call you from time to time. And speak in code! Like a secret agent would.”

  Lara nodded. “With this new thing implanted in my head against my will, I’m sure I’d understand your secret phrases.”

  He winced. “As always, I try to make up for that bit of indignity you suffered at the hands of the Freijians. So I have a bit of interesting information for you. Some of the remains of the planet inhabitants that were sent for analyzing had interesting differences in their genetic makeup. It seems that when these adorable purple beings reach adulthood, they will develop wings. Titi, you’ll be able to fly one day,” he said, obviously enjoying the way Lara’s mouth dropped open.

  Titi was too focused on poking Hagan’s blanket with her finger to care.

  “Yes, well, I should give this precious boy to his father so I can make my rounds to see the others. I would like to see if the one Anita birthed also has hair the color of mud. I find her a strange human.”

  “That’s what I always thought,” Tristan said, surprised he and the Commander had that in common.

  “Titi, would you like to see the others with me?” Commander Kriekjan asked.

  His precious girl nodded, her wispy curls bobbing around her shoulders.

  “Let’s leave your parental units, then,” he said, scooping her up again. “I’m going to pretend you can’t walk,” he whispered into her pointed ear as they left the room.

  “This is exciting,” Lara said. “I wonder when the ship with the additional men will be sent?”

  Tristan snorted. “Mate, I have no doubt they are waiting in the classroom as we speak. It would be just like the commander to bring them along.”

  She laughed. “He is a character. Come closer, my love. Let me show you how to burp your son.”

  Life was good.

  Chasing Violet

  Rena Marks & C.L. Scholey

  Violet Knight is tired of men hooking up with her for her money.

  She caught the latest loser pants-down and rump-up one week before the wedding. Now she’s upgraded her honeymoon cruiseship for a pampering space-cruise that caters to females only. That’s exactly what her burnt heart needs. A hunky serviceman whose job is to worship the female patronage aboard the month-long trip. Little does she know a pampering space-cruise ship looks awful similar to a mail-order bride ship.

  Cadoc of Docadia finds the girl he’s always dreamed about all grown up and looking to be a bride. To his surprise, she asks him to stay the night. But consummating their relationship comes with a small problem. Turns out she’s the tiny female he rescued all those years ago. Now he has to tell her they’ve been mated.

  Excerpt:

  This was fun, being pampered and courted by all the men at the table. She didn’t miss Joshua one bit. Just as she didn’t miss the amounts of money he spent. Her money.

  Most everyone was done eating, and talking amongst themselves at the dinner tables. Speaking of the different planets they came from, and where they’d like to visit. Soft music began to pipe from the speakers.

  “Dance with me?” Cadoc rumbled, his leg again pressing against hers.

  Next to him, Draconis stood, his chair clattering behind him. A bot scurried to pick it up. Draconis opened his mouth, clearly about to argue.

  “I’d love to,” she murmured, slipping her hand in Cadoc’s and shutting that stuff down.

  Then the horned demon next to her opened his mouth to argue, but she simply reached out and patted his head, letting her fingers trail over his horns. They were oddly soft-skinned, though they jutted like steel from the top of his head. They were pointed, but not sharp.

  Strange, now that she thought about it. They had an odd curved shape. Since he didn’t seem to mind, she continued to caress, then patted his head. His breath caught in his throat, and he sunk lower in his chair, as if he’d pass out from her touch. The rest of the table grew perfectly still. There, she’d calmed them all.


  The horned demon moaned, long and low, leaning back in his chair. Odd creature. She happened to glance down, noticing a stain had spread across his lap. The poor man must have spilled his drink there, in his crotch of all places. But he was happy now, not even noticing his dirty pants. In fact, they all seemed strangely stunned, so it was a good moment to make a getaway with Cadoc. She tugged on his hand, and—while he seemed as bemused as the rest of the men—he led her to the dance floor.

  Abducted

  Book 1 in the Blue Barbarian series.

  Alien abductions are real.

  I was the third female awakened aboard the spacecraft that specialized in kidnapping females. Their mission? To sell us to other galaxies.

  Human female Numbers One and Two didn’t make it, but I was lucky. I was able to comprehend the instruction from Drakar, a caged abductee from the planet Blaedonia. I live only because of his warning to me not to fight the aliens who have me on the table. Together, we formulate a plan for escape for both us and the ten other unawakened Earthlings.

  Lucky for Drakar, the spaceship crash-lands back on his planet. Unlucky for the Earthlings, we’ll never be able to travel back home.

  We’ll have to learn to adapt.

  Niki’s Story:

  Suddenly my shackles tingle, the sensation shooting down my arms like a spark of electricity. But it doesn’t hurt, or feel uncomfortable. It feels kind of…nice.

  In a strange way.

  “I can see you, though, little human. I have night vision that your species does not.”

  I lick my lips. It doesn't seem fair that I've never seen Drakar, but then he blows warm breath on my neck, and suddenly it no longer matters.

  “How do you like to be touched?” His touch skims across my lower abdomen.

  Goosebumps race across my skin and it’s not from cold. It’s instantaneous and it’s weird, but it's sexy. Either he’s a master seducer, or the shackles on my wrists are doing something strange to my libido.

  I writhe. “Drakar.”

  “Niki.”

  “These bracelets are doing something to me.”

  “I know. I feel it, too.” His voice exudes sex. “I want you.”

  “What’s happening?”

  He groans. “Your arousal seduces me.” His breath is heated, and his body temperature feels suddenly warmer.

  Stranded

  Rena Marks

  Book 2 in the Blue Barbarian series.

  Alien abductions are real.

  I was the fourth female awakened aboard the Drurian spacecraft that specialized in kidnapping females. Their mission? To sell us to other galaxies.

  Human female Numbers One and Two didn’t make it, but Niki—also known as Number Three—made it through the experiment of language implantation. I was lucky and she transferred the gift of languages to me. I’m now able to understand the sexy, blue barbarians who have taken us in on the planet Blaedonia.

  Now, Niki has mated to the King of Blaedonia and Drakar has decided to mate me to his best friend Rayhaan. Apparently the barbarians are clueless to the fact that Earthlings choose their own men.

  Lucky for me, I have an opportunity to travel home. Unlucky for Rayhaan, he’s forced to do my bidding to woo me.

  Because now, a girl has options.

  Taken

  Rena Marks

  Book 3 in the Blue Barbarian series.

  As if things weren’t hard enough when I was taken by aliens, ten of us human females are dumped onto a strange new planet to integrate with the natives. But the last thing I remember is I refused to tie myself to anyone.

  Now I awaken from an overdose of medicinal tea with bizarre gaps in my memory, and I’m mated to Aschero, one of the sexy blue barbarians I’d been fooling around with. As my memories return, I try to piece together the puzzle of why my life is so different than what I remember.

  Unfortunately, along with my memories comes a horrible secret I want so desperately to bury.

  Captive

  Rena Marks

  Book 4 in the Blue Barbarian series.

  A Drurian spacecraft specialized in kidnapping females snuck into Earth’s atmosphere. Their mission? To sell a dozen abducted females to other galaxies.

  During that time, I was implanted with the knowledge of how to be a sex slave. My sexual drive was increased and techniques were taught to me on how to please countless other species.

  It was a horrifying secret I didn’t want anyone to know…until we crash-land on Blaedonia, and I meet Jeroc and Tijar.

  When you’re taken captive and left on another planet, who says you have to choose?

  Stargazer Series

  In 1692, a starship carrying volunteers arrived on planet Earth near a small town called Salem, Massachusetts. The long journey across many light years caused the female inhabitants aboard drastic memory loss. It was already known when they would arrive on Earth, they would have no memories of who and what they really were. They would be as helpless as newborn lambs.

  The goal was to breed with Earthlings, to prevent their own race from dying out. If it was successful, years later more Stargazers would be sent to co-exist with the humans on Planet Earth.

  But alas—the females were slaughtered.

  Book 1—The Hunter

  Dante and Kele

  Book 2 —The Enforcer

  Diamond and Felicia

  Book 3 —The Defender

  Hayze and Cassio

  Book 4 —The Protector

  Neo and Jessie

  Book 5 —The Guardian

  Vesta and Bay

  Book 6 —The Destroyer

  Jace and Mia

  The Hunter

  Prologue:

  The atmosphere in the grand council meeting was tense, grim even. In the center of the room, laser lights of green and blue flashed, drawing attention to the enlarged hologram of the speaker. Around the hologram stood dozens of females. They were dressed in odd clothing, obviously not from this world. The fabric looked coarse, and the garments were crudely designed. They consisted of shapeless cumbersome gowns. Some of the women even wore strange head coverings.

  And then the voice boomed.

  “We are gathered here to review the report on the future of our race. I am Nepa, and I am your general speaker.”

  He paused, allowing the audience time to adjust to the beginning of his speech. The pause wasn't necessary, however, as the entire planet was riveted to this life-altering event.

  “As you are all aware, we have spent decades on one ongoing problem. Our females are slowly becoming infertile. At this point, there is a huge imbalance on our planet, with males outnumbering females six to one. With all of our advanced technology, we cannot figure out why. The dilemma of the council consists of reaching out to inhabitable planets to decide if we can co-exist with other species. To interbreed. It is a dilemma because those planets are not as technologically advanced as we are, most are not even aware other space inhabitants exist. Their ignorance may cause fear. What we can offer to those planets is a solution to their own in-breeding, and to share knowledge of future ramifications. As we have discovered, eventually the gene pool narrows so dramatically that every culture faces the same problem we have, the phasing out of a species. We offer this benefit to smaller planets, the knowledge of our experience without having to find out the hard way, as we did.

  “However, we are not making contact with other planets at this point. Instead, our scouts will be sent out to see if conditions are favorable.

  “Naturally, that is a concern. At this point, our females are precious and few. It hurts every one of us to ship them off to a strange new planet to adapt. We are grateful for the brave volunteers.”

  Huge clapping ensued. The hologram vision bowed his head, signaling acknowledgment of the applause. When the clapping ended, he raised his head to speak again.

  “We cannot send males at this time. Radiation from the youth of certain stars have rendered males infertile. The feminine reprodu
ctive system is encased within the body, protecting it from radiation. We have tried everything possible to mimic the results with males, to no avail. And we are out of time. If we do not split our planet at this time, we face the very grim reality of our population dying out. However, we continue to work on the problem and are confident that males will be able to travel without the threat of sterilization in the next decade. In the meantime, we wish a positive farewell to the cherished females of our planet.

  “You each will arrive in various—but nearby—locations on a planet called Earth. We chose Earth because of their limited communications and technology. It is completely necessary that our scouts do not interfere with the education of their planet, instead allowing them to self-educate naturally. For this, our scouts have each agreed to be placed in stasis.”

  Hushed whispers swept through the audience.

  “I know,” continued the hologram. “Being placed in stasis for an undetermined amount of time will cause permanent brain damage—namely, complete amnesia. You will enter a planet without communication from your own race. You will be 'reborn' in a sense, on planet Earth, dressed in the clothing similar to what other Earthlings wear. You will be ejected from your stasis capsules, and the ship will implode. Your capsules will dissolve, nourishing your bodies, until you awaken. But once you are awake, you will have no knowledge of who or what you are. You will adapt to the planet and learn to live as a human. It will not be easy. Does anyone wish to resign her volunteerism?”

  The room was hushed. Of all the females around the hologram, no one stepped up.

  “All right. You are aware of the dangers. One condition of your new life, which all of you already know, is permission granting us examination of you and of any offspring you may bear. Your memories will be wiped clean of each future abduction. However, I'm sure it will be a terrifying experience as you will be as immature as an actual Earthling, who have not even experienced space travel yet.