HUNTED BY TREATY
Kayla Stonor
Editor:
Travis Luedke
Genre:
Scifi Romance/Space Opera/Aliens/Shapeshifter
First Edition: eBook
His touch unleashes her heritage. Hiding is no longer an
option.
After decades of war, the Qui Empress ushers in a new
era when she takes a human tribute as her price for a peace treaty with Earth.
She orders the surrender of all human prisoners of war.
Butchered and broken, Raiss Tyrone has escaped his
K’lahn captors and is running for his life. The arrival of a Qui warship in
orbit sparks an intense man hunt. A K’lahn garrison is out in force, chasing
him down. His only hope is a strange, insecure half-breed woman, part human,
part K’lahn.
Crendea has never come to terms with her shape
shifting affliction, a genetic aberration from her K’lahn father. She lives
with the shame, terrified of exploring the full extent of her heritage. Now a
single look from Raiss Tyrone, lust in his eye, and her sparkling lizard
scaling bursts forth. His delicious scent and warm touch ripples a terrifying
change across her body, and neither of them are prepared for the genetic frenzy
they are about to unleash.
This sexy
romance tale is the third story in a collection inspired by Under By Treaty, a
science fiction romance in Kayla Stonor’s Surrender collection. Each tale in
the Qui Treaty Collection is a standalone short story or novella set in the Qui
galactic empire, with annihilation of mankind held at bay only through the
Treaty consummated between the Qui Empress and the human consort abducted under
its terms. Although this story is standalone, it is set within a wider story
and naturally leads into the next story, Submit By Treaty.
Kayla Stonor’s novels are
adult-themed dark, erotic romance with an edge. Hunted by Treaty contains
graphic sex and violence.
"I was immediately drawn into the story and the lives of the people on this new planet with a twist. I really like this series because the characters are so interesting and full of contradictions. They hate what they love and cannot fully reconcile the feelings sometimes but still move forward."
"This story is science fiction, but is also romance, erotica and drama. The characters are believable and fully realized. The author also has a talent for description. It takes skill to make a half-human, half-lizard-creature comes across as sexy and desirable, but Kayla Stonor achieves this with seeming ease."
Author
Information
Kayla Stonor is the pen name of an author of dark, edgy, erotic romance
featuring alpha males who must submit to the women they grow to love. Kayla's writings are not the usual romantic fluff. Her novels
often skate the edge of consent, with thrilling violence and dramatic
relationships between powerful alpha males and dominant women.
Media Contact
Author Email ~ kaylastonor@ymail.com
Marketing Email ~ twluedke@gmail.com
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Excerpt
1 (Safe For Work
She put the back of her hand to his cold, clammy
forehead then grabbed the scalpel. “We need to get these clothes off you.” She
sliced off his shirt, removed his soaking boots, and then went for his pants.
He caught her wrist. “I can do it.”
She watched him struggle for several seconds then
batted his hand away.
“Fuck,” he said.
Crendea unbuckled his belt. “Did you steal these? They
are too big for you.”
“Stripped them off a K’lahn.”
“Ah.”
“He didn’t need them anymore.”
Her hand encountered springy hair. He wore no undergarment.
She hesitated. Raiss swayed where he sat, beyond modesty. Without more ado, she
hauled him to his feet and let the pants fall down to his ankles. He stumbled
out of them as she led him to a bed. With Raiss covered in several layers of
blankets she stripped her own clothes off and climbed in naked beside him. He
tried to spoon around her in his sleep, then winced and rolled back. Careful
not to press any weight on his cracked rib, Crendea cuddled in against his side
and straddled one leg over him. He was like a block of ice waiting to be
thawed.
Her eyes shut on the pleasant thought.
A snoring rumble awoke her. Startled, Crendea sat up
and turned to the warm body beside her. Skal. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep.
They hadn’t eaten. A gaping hole had taken residence in her stomach, and her
throat was parched. She pressed her hand to Raiss’ forehead. Hot. She tumbled
out of bed and whipped off all but two blankets. Those she pulled down to his
chest. His eyes opened, sharpened on her, dropped down to her right shoulder
and then to her breasts. She grabbed one of the discarded blankets and wrapped
it around her, tucking a corner in at the front.
“Was’ happening?” he slurred.
“You have a fever. I’m going to make us something to
eat then we need to get moving.”
He launched up and grabbed her arm, then took several
deep breaths to manage his pain.
Crendea fought to keep calm. “You need to keep still.”
“Why are you doing this?”
Her eyebrows scrunched together. “You ask now?”
“You’re K’lahn.” His eyes flicked to the evidence of
her alienness on her shoulders. “Those scales cover all of you. Your neck was
clear before.”
Crendea snatched her arm away. Bastard! It never
changed. She would always be different. Wrong. Judged as an enemy because of a
heritage she could not change. “The Qui and the K’lahn are genetic cousins. I
inherited a recursive Qui gene from the K’lahn who... fathered me. The Qui are
shapeshifters and the scaling comes and goes, like a rash.” She glared at him,
shame welling in her eyes. “I can’t control it.”
Excerpt 2 (Not Safe For Work)
Her eyes ran up his hard-packed body, muscle in all
the right places. He turned slightly, and this time she blushed. His cock stood
semi-erect, and it was... impressive.
“Sorry, it’s the water.” His eyes creased and he
peered at her neck.
Crendea scratched at the scales breaking out.
His mouth opened. “It’s not just stress, is it? It’s
attraction. To me.”
“Skal, you’re a cocky bastard.”
“So it’s not me?”
She grimaced, unable to lie to his face.
He grinned. “For some perverted reason, seeing you
blush with scales, knowing that I’m the reason your body is out of
control... that’s a real turn on.” He
turned around to face her properly and now his cock pointed straight at her,
bobbing under the stream of water. “Crendea, I would very much like you to help
me.”
“Even though...” She touched her face.
“Even though, and I’m sorry I was such an ass before.”
Crendea slowly opened the fastening to her jacket. A
seductive fever burned in his eyes. Scaling broke across her stomach. An ache
throbbed between her legs. Suppose...
Panic filled her. “No. I can’t!”
She turned to run and then a hand on her upper arm
caught her. Behind him the full force of the water hit the shower base. “Wait,
Crendea. What’s going on? You slept beside me naked at the supply station. A
shower isn’t that much different. Not enough to cause this reaction!”
Crendea wrenched her arm from his grip and pressed her
fingers to her face. “Reaction?” She turned to the steamed up mirror, rubbed it
away and studied her skin. The scaling wasn’t any worse.
“I meant your panic attack.”
She nodded, wanting to see farther. Maybe she should
look. See how far her change would take her. She couldn’t keep putting the
truth off forever. With that thought she ripped open the fastening and tugged
on the sleeves of her jacket, but the material had steamed up and stuck to her
scales. The water stopped. A gentle touch on her shoulder stilled her panic.
“Let me,” he said softly in her ear.
His lips kissed her scaled skin and a wondrous sense
of calm filled her. Fingers traced the line of her neck down to her shoulder.
He carefully eased her jacket off. Her arms were fully scaled, the nails of her
hands more like talons.
“I don’t know how far this outbreak will go.” Her
voice shook as the dual emotions of fear and desire battled for dominance.
He turned her around to face him. “Crendea, have you
never...?”
She swallowed.
“This would be your first time?” He failed to hide his
shock and tears filled her eyes. “How old are you? Twenty-three? Twenty-four.”
Oh God, she didn’t want to admit she was twenty-five.
Excerpt 3 (Not Safe For Work)
Suddenly, fingers gripped his wrist, powered his arm
over and above his head and pinned him down. He twisted beneath her, trapped.
Her alien eyes glittered above him. Her pert breasts danced just above his
mouth and he tongued a nipple in passing as she set up a punishing rhythm,
rising up then pressing down, tighter and tighter. Her vaginal muscles clamped
around him.
Too tight. Her touch became painful. Trapped him
inside her. Her aggression increased. He couldn’t release his wrist.
“Crendea...” he moaned. “You’re hurting me.”
“What?” she breathed. She didn’t stop. So strong. A
wild creature, caught in an impassioned frenzy.
“Please... Relax! Try to relax.” In a stricken moment,
he pushed at her with his handless limb, cried out with pain.
She launched back. The pressure eased, and then she
was raining kisses on his face.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She was lifting away. “I
thought... this is how... I needed to
bear down, it felt so natural. I didn’t know I would hurt you!”
She freed his hand, readying to leave him, her channel
slippery and gentle, responsive. Lust surged back in the wake of his panic.
“Don’t go. This is good now. It’s all good.”
She hesitated, rested her forehead on him, her long
eyelashes almost brushing against his, her long locks of hair falling around
them both. “I have never experienced these feelings, this insanely powerful
urge. I could feel you inside me and it was so wonderful to squeeze you. It’s
like I could feel every part of you....”
“Maybe the lizards have armored dicks, too.”
Crendea did not respond, and then she was off him,
leaving his cock wet and waving in the air, engorged with blood and aching for
her. He pushed up on his elbow and watched her grab a sheet and shoot out of
the room.
“Fuck.” He scrunched his eyes shut. He thought his arm
was bad. She’d left him with a never-say-die erection, hard enough to drive a
man insane. Rolling out of bed, his aching arm tucked into his side, he pulled
back the open door and spotted an open window leading to a small roof terrace.
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