My name is Kaylee Jones. I was a cop and a Siren. I was part of the thin blue line that kept Earth from becoming an all-you-can-eat buffet.
In 2015 something nasty found our world. They called themselves the Tai-Kok. I still remember my first psychic contact with them. Their hunger slapped me in the face. It was sharp, visceral, and constant. The Tai-Kok are malevolent, depraved ghouls who literally live to eat. Their image is forever burned into my mind. The skeletal freaks are tall, hairless, and have a mouth full of sharp metal teeth. To complete this total gross out, three bloodred eyes glared out of skin so transparent you could see their bones and innards.
No one knows how they found our world or why they consider us good eating. It was my job to stop them. My name is Kaylee Jones. I was a cop and a Siren. I was part of the thin blue line that kept Earth from becoming an all-you-can-eat buffet.
The bad thing is, I’m also what you’d call a trouble magnet. Just ask my brothers or my mate, Talree. Chaos and disaster dog me where ever I go. Sometimes it sucks being me. My psychic abilities are the only reason I’m still breathing.
How did I meet my Coletti warlord? Part of my job description as a Siren was mentally scanning our solar system for any signs of the Tai-Kok or the rat-like Rodan.
I was searching the asteroid belt for their ships when I sensed an alien presence. It was male and definitely not human. His utter aloneness, his grief for those taken from him, and his burning need for vengeance resonated so deeply within me that I instinctively reached out.
Big mistake. He latched on and dug in tighter than a tick on a hunting dog. No matter how hard I tried to dislodge the little shit from my mind, he wouldn’t leave. Just my luck, his hold on me kept getting stronger.
For awhile my uninvited guest seemed to be content to quietly observe. Until I went on a date. Not only did my brothers show up at the bar to interrogate Joe, but my alien visitor went into attack mode, growling like a rabid pit bull. A second later, my date leapt to his feet screaming hysterically about monsters and ran from the bar. My wonderful brothers thought it was the funniest thing they had seen all year.
The pit bull finally decided to talk to me. He said his name was Talree, and proudly announced he was Coletti. Like I was supposed to be impressed? Then he delivered his little bombshell. He needed me. He said I kept the beast at bay. Beast? Like Jekyll and Hyde? Oh, God no.
Talree wasn't on Earth. What was the worse he could do? Growl? Hoo boy, did I underestimate the warlord's determination. Talree arranged for me to be captured by the Rodan, and thrown in his cell. It seemed he had left out one tiny fact. He needed my blood to survive. Fuck. I had attracted an alien vampire. What were the odds?
That's when he informed me I was his mate. Big honor, he said. It didn’t matter that I wasn’t willing, and this mate thing meant he owned me mind, body, and soul.
Ever tried telling a Coletti warlord no? Doesn’t go over very well. Unless you’re armed to the teeth and even then, it’s pretty iffy. They’re damned good at mind control. Add in their ability to teleport, and you’re toast.
Okay, I’ll admit that the sex is hot. Melt your panties hot. The first time I saw his man parts, I was a teensy bit freaked out. Tentacles? C'mon, pretty damn weird, right? But I've got to say they get the job done. If you’re in to the multiple orgasm thing.
The bossy jerk did agree to stop the Tai-Kok and Rodan from raiding our world. But, the bad news was, warlords aren’t benevolent do-gooder types and there was a price for them helping us. Our women.
What the hell had happened to all of their women? Big shocker, the Colettis' tendency to take things that didn't belong to them, had consequences.
Six hundred years ago the Coletti race had almost been wiped out in the Great Galactic War. Unfortunately for the females of the universe, chemicals used in the war created a genetic anomaly and only one female baby was born for every one thousand males. The Coletti women were going the way of the Dodo bird.
Facing extinction, the Coletti Warlords started raiding other planets and species for their prized psychic women. Once Zarek, the Overlord of the Coletti clans, discovered the Jones family’s unique psychic powers and our blood’s ability to heal cellular damage, he promptly seized control of Earth. Any woman who displayed psychic capability was immediately taken to their home world to be converted.
There is an upside to being converted. I’ll live a very long time, heal quickly, and can do neat stuff like teleporting and mind control. The downside is, I grew a pair of fangs.
Don’t get me started on my father-in-law Zarek, the Overlord of the Coletti clans. He's one scary dude that makes Darth Vader look like Little Orphan Annie. Did I ever mention, that I’ve got a big mouth and don’t take orders well? Yeah, kind of suicidal when dealing with warlords. The mate bond with Talree, my abilities as a Siren, and the little warlord I'm growing in my womb are the only things keeping Zarek from mind-wiping me. For now.
I was nine months pregnant, hormonal, and cranky as hell when our ship was attacked. The Shani Queen Mother, a psycho alien bitch who looks like a crocodile had mated with snake, decided she wanted the planet Tartum. This barren piece of shit is loaded with Ditrum crystals, and is part of the Coletti empire. Her master plan? Kidnap me and hold me for ransom. If the Overlord refused to give her Tartum, the Queen Mother would feed me and my son to the Tai-Kok.
The only one begging for mercy will be her. Paybacks are a bitch.
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