Alien Pets by Trisha McNary (series like harry potter .TXT) 📕

met her eyes, and she moved on, leaving the mark of varying degrees of nervousness or fear on their faces.

Finally, Natasha found an appealing target. She stopped at the side of a young pale-haired man. A roughly dressed workingman—big-boned, baby-faced, and reeking of innocence and purity. Natasha glanced once at the older man on the next stool, and he silently vacated it.

She sat down and tossed off her cape, drawing the young workman’s eyes to flowing blonde curls that brushed overflowing cleavage. Her impossibly tight girdle created an hourglass figure with a tiny waist. Not having to breathe had its benefits.

Natasha stared into the young man’s eyes. He seemed nervous, but he couldn’t break away from her gaze.

His pale skin became paler and somewhat clammy. She heard his heart rate speed up, and his breathing become fast and shallow.

“I am Natasha,” she purred. “And you are?”

“I am Sam,” he answered in the toneless voice of a person under compulsion.

“Come along, Sam.”

Natasha rose from her stool in one smooth motion and glided out of the bar. She didn’t stop to pick up her cloak from the floor. It was just a bothersome disguise anyway. Natasha didn’t feel the cold, but her husband, Dr. Vandergreest, insisted she wear it. Why go to so much trouble anyway? It wasn’t as if these people had the power to do anything to her even if they suspected what she really was.

Her husband’s tiresome rules were hard to live with—or be undead with—so much of the time. Was it any wonder that she needed a little fun in the evenings?

A black carriage waited in front of the tavern. The black-cloaked coachman and two enormous black horses blended into the night’s dark shadows.

On Natasha’s approach, the coachman climbed down from his seat and opened the carriage door. Sam had followed her out as commanded. Natasha turned to him. Sweat dripped down his face in the icy-cold London night. She lifted a pale, shapely arm and gestured toward the complete blackness within the open carriage.

“Get inside. I hunger!” she ordered.

Now Sam began to moan, but his feet took slow, shaking steps forward as if against his will.

Natasha sighed her irritation. Her victims didn’t usually resist her supernatural charms.

“Can you speed it up? I haven’t got all night,” she said. “Or you don’t anyway.”

Finally, after a most annoying delay, he climbed the steps to the carriage and got in. Natasha flowed up after him, and the coachman shut the door behind her.

Later that evening.

In comfortable chair by the fire, Dr. Vandergreest waited with tireless patience for his wife’s return. Just after 3:00 a.m., he heard her enter the door to their townhouse, two floors below. When he heard the sound of her attempting to creep past his sitting room, he called out to her.

“Ah, my dear, you have returned. I have not seen you these long hours. Please join me for a few minutes before you retire.”

A pause in which he knew she was trying to think of some excuse. The ever-so-light sound of wiping. Then the door opened, and her beautiful blonde head peeked through.

“Come in, come in. I would see your lovely face this night,” the doctor insisted.

Natasha approached slowly, her face stained with guilt and microscopic blood cells.

“Tut, tut. There is blood on your face again, my dear! And it is the blood of the innocent!”

He sighed a huge sigh.

“I thought we had reached an agreement about the need to control your cravings. That you understood that preying on the pure of heart draws attention—negative attention that might be hard to deal with. But it appears that you have turned a deaf ear to reason.”

Another sigh.

“I have grown sick of your rules!” Natasha answered with spunk and defiance. “I am a powerful being, and I will take what I want. And what I do not want is the foul-tasting nasty blood of evildoers and criminals. I hunger for sweet delicious blood! Why should I starve myself because you are a coward?”

“But my dear,” answered the doctor, “you are certainly not starving. You are consuming much more blood than you need.”

“Huh! How dare you!” Natasha sputtered and fumed.

“Hark!” said Dr. Vandergreest. “I hear the shuffle of many feet approaching, the sound of shouts, the crackle and smell of burning torches!”

The base of a felled tree boomed against the downstairs door.

“Protect me!” cried Natasha.

“Au revoir, my darling,” said Dr. Vandergreest.

Then he lightly kissed her lips and disappeared.

 

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Recycled by Aliens

 

If you’ve ever suspected that hostile aliens from another galaxy are among us, then this book is for you.

The last thing Rommie remembered was dying in the hospital. Then she woke up on an alien spaceship with two of them staring down at her. “You’re here to be trained for your new life,” they told her. “Fighting back against invaders from outside the galaxy.”

The aliens who snatched Rommie from her death bed were from an advanced planet in the Milky Way. They traveled the galaxy and recruited fighters from people near death on less advanced planets like Earth that had been invaded but didn’t know it.

Rommie completed intense training and thought she was ready for anything. But she wasn’t prepared for what she found in the place she was sent to fight outer-galaxy aliens – the office building of a large Earth tech company.

Book 1 tells the story of Rommie's abduction to alien training camp and her experiences and interactions there with aliens and other humanoids in training.

 

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What Lurks Behind Real

 

Dark supernatural horror with a happy ending. Teens in New York are disappearing, so a recovered drug addict returns to her dark past to find out why. Her hunt leads into an even darker place. And she doesn't know if strange psychic experiences are real or all in her mind.

My hangout was Club Cain in New York. An underage dance club where runaways met people who gave them drugs, food, and shelter in exchange for sex. Now I’m a counselor in a clinic for recovering teen addicts. But my new life is about to change. Young people from the clinic are disappearing.

Strange visions point me to the kidnapper and the disturbing truth about what’s really happening. So I have to go back to Club Cain and into the past I want to forget.

Time flows in a different way now too. I’m having weird mental experiences, but I don’t tell anyone. It’s hard enough to convince people I’m not crazy. I can’t let anyone stop me from looking for the missing teenagers, but a hot but wrong guy keeps distracting me.

 

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A note from Trisha

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May your world one day know peace,

Trisha