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  Alien Mate Experiment

  Zenobia Renquist

  ALIEN MATE EXPERIMENT

  Copyright © 2017 Zenobia Renquist

  Published by DZRB Books

  Cover design by Melody Simmons

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  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

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  First Ebook Publication: November 2017

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  This title is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  ISBN: 978-1-63475-058-5

  Contents

  Foreword

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Epilogue

  About Zenobia Renquist

  Semeera needs a plan for starting her life over. After divorcing a controlling husband, she’s ready to enjoy freedom at last. Too bad she gets abducted by aliens before she can decide her next move.

  Captain Kader is an alien warrior trapped in a dead-end assignment where he will never see battle again. There are no more challenges to his life, no chances for glory. And then a dangerous experiment brings him an unexpected visitor who changes everything.

  They are as different from each other as night and day, but those differences only entice Semeera and Kader into finding out just how physically compatible they are. What should have been a little fun causes the resurgence of a disease long thought extinguished.

  If Semeera triggered it in Kader, will others succumb? And will the scientists be able to get past Kader to find out? Most importantly, can a beautiful black woman really love an alien male with scales, claws, and a tail?

  Chapter 1

  Finalizing the divorce meant Semeera could exhale at long last. She stared out over the chasm before her, in total awe of the Grand Canyon at dusk. The waning sunlight made the reds and oranges of the rocks more vibrant, and a slight fog had risen, winding through the passage like the river it had once held. Her breath caught as she witnessed a sight that matched the feeling in her heart. Freedom. Nothing but open air before her. As if she could sprout wings and simply fly into a bright new future.

  Joyous, blissful freedom.

  She blinked back happy tears. Her struggle with the world’s most domineering and judgmental man had ended. No more snide comments about how much she ate. No more daily reminders to use that expensive gym membership he’d bought for her birthday. No more forced smiles at company dinners where he’d presented her as a trophy wife incapable of thinking and speaking for herself.

  Just no more.

  How had she even let it get that bad? Semeera wished she could point to a single moment in her seven-year marriage that should have been her red flag to run. She couldn’t. There hadn’t been one. Her ex had been subtle in his manipulation, making her think each idea to change herself and her life was her own.

  Naturally she wanted to be healthy, so why not skip sugary treats and fried foods? That would make it easier to maintain her slim figure, which could always be a lot thinner. Why settle for a size ten when she could be a size six… or even a size four? No point fighting an uphill battle, right?

  And wouldn’t it be better for her to walk five blocks from the free parking lot than to pay the garage fee at her part-time job? She’d saved money and gotten exercise at the same time. Win-win.

  Also, learning to do the upkeep on her waist-length black dreadlocks saved money and put her in control of how often her hair got done rather than working around the beautician’s busy schedule. That meant she could tame her new growth more often, say every other week instead of every four to six weeks, thus showing her chosen style at its best at all times. Plus, she saved money.

  Money. Always money. It was the only thing her ex cared about more than himself. Every manipulation had been to make sure she spent as little of it as possible.

  He’d presented every suggestion as a benefit to her, so she’d missed the obvious. She’d fixated too much on the carrot to notice the yoke tightening around her neck. When she’d finally stopped to look back on her life, she realized just how little she enjoyed it.

  She missed fried fish and apple pie. Her part-time job used to be full-time with a benefits package that had included a parking fee reimbursement. And doing her own hair was a pain in the ass. The water from washing made it so heavy she strained to hold up her head. By the time she finished twisting each individual loc, her arms ached, her fingers tingled, and she wanted a nap. But not with a wet head. She’d spent hours under the cloth bonnet hair dryer her ex had bought so she could do something productive—like cleaning—while drying her hair, which would have gone so much faster under a professional hood dryer in a beauty shop.

  “Asshole!”

  “Whoa. What did I do?”

  Semeera shook her head and smiled at her long-time friend in apology. “Sorry, Mason. Not you.”

  “Ah.” He nodded in understanding. His neck-length, black-and-brown dreadlocks waved over his shoulders, making her jealous she had gone with thick locs instead of thin like his. “Good, because you were about to be walking the rest of the way to the bonfire.” He chuckled and gave her a quick glance, as if to check to see if she knew he was kidding.

  “Thanks again for picking me up.”

  “De nada, Meer. You know you can call on me anytime.”

  “I appreciate that.” And she hoped to repay him someday for all his moral and emotional support while she’d gone through her divorce.

  Mason had been the one to drag her out of the shitty extended-stay motel where she currently resided, convincing her to go to the movies, an expense she really shouldn’t have been indulging in but couldn’t bring herself to deny. And it had helped that Mason footed part of the bill. Not all of it. She wouldn’t let him, no matter how much he’d insisted. Her situation wasn’t that dire… yet.

  If only she could stop dwelling on all the bills and financial responsibilities she had, but they loomed, ever-present. She worried most about the new credit card in her name with an almost maxed-out balance and a zero-interest introductory period that expired in a year. No matter how hard she worked, she wouldn’t pay off the debt that fast, which meant the regular interest would bury her.

  She heaved a defeated sigh, allowing herself a moment of self-pity.

  Mason asked, “Do you have an ETA on getting a car?”

  “I wish. There’s nothing but buses and a lot of walking in my future. My savings is earmarked for the deposit and first month’s rent on the shitty one-bedroom apartment I found.”

  Mason sucked his teeth, sneering and grumbling something she didn’t catch. “How did the judge let him get away with not paying you alimony? That makes no kind of sense.”

  She gave a derisive snort and rolled her eyes. “My stupidity and falling, yet again, for more of the ex’s reverse psychology.” She twisted her wedding rings around her finger. The two gold bands—one a with a diamond sol
itaire and the other a woven gold circle with strategically placed diamond chips—were the only things she’d kept.

  Her ex had almost gotten her to throw them at him in a fit of anger. The same anger that had caused her to tell the judge she didn’t want a damn dime from her ex after the man had waxed noble about how a strong, independent black woman—his exact words, even if he hadn’t meant them and had been smirking as he said them—was perfectly capable of taking care of herself, but he wanted to do the right thing and help her the way he always had since first meeting her as a poor graphics design undergrad in debt up to her eyeballs. A debt he’d paid off, by the way.

  She’d barely stopped herself from throwing her chair at his head. Instead, she’d thrown his offer of money back in his face, relieving him of his financial responsibilities toward her. And then, piling onto her stupidity—or was it gullibility? or both?—by insisting she had no issue paying what she’d supposedly charged on the credit cards. Her ex had pushed all the right buttons, playing her like a game set on easy with all the cheats unlocked.

  Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

  Suddenly Semeera no longer saw freedom stretched out before her. The sun setting had transformed the canyon into a yawning black abyss, and reality had clipped her wings. Living paycheck to paycheck, working part-time, and scrounging for freelance jobs until she could find a full-time position that paid what her talent was worth wasn’t freedom. More like surviving and hoping stress didn’t land her in the hospital. A sudden lack of insurance meant she couldn’t afford to get sick.

  She turned from the canyon and headed to Mason’s car. “Let’s get to the party.”

  Mason caught up to her and patted her back over her hair. “You’ll get there. Keep your head up.”

  “That’s the plan.” She started to say more but Mason cursed and jumped back. “Mason?”

  He’d gone statue still. His light brown skin turned ashen, and his wide-eyed gaze was glued to the spot several feet in front of them.

  A black-and-white king snake glided across the path, winding its way to the bushes on the other side.

  “It’s okay,” Semeera said in a soothing tone. “It’s not venomous.”

  “Don’t care. Get rid of it,” he said through clenched teeth. Mason trembled as if he wanted to back up more but couldn’t get his muscles to move.

  Her friend was four inches taller than her, weighed at least forty to fifty pounds more, and had been her rock these last few weeks, but now he appeared ready to pass out. She approached the snake even though she would have rather avoided it.

  Snakes didn’t bother her. She even thought some were cute, but Mason had acute herpetophobia. He was deathly afraid of snakes and all other reptiles. She shuffled her feet and kicked up dirt, which put some hustle in the snake’s movements. Thankfully, it hadn’t gone on the defensive, choosing to run—as it were—instead.

  Once it was out of sight and Semeera was sure it wouldn’t return, she went to Mason and rubbed his arms. “Okay?”

  He nodded jerkily, breathing fast. His eyes remained wide and spooked.

  “Maybe we should skip the bonfire. I don’t even know why you went along with the group to have it out here. There’s bound to be other… visitors.”

  “Not…” He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing quickly. “Not near a fire and with all those people making noise.”

  “You sure?”

  He gave a wavering smile and focused his gaze on her. “I’m good.” He darted a glance at the direction the snake had gone. “Just… Just… Uh…”

  Semeera moved to stand on his left, not letting him finish the request for her to shield him. “Let’s go.” She linked arms with him and urged him toward the car. “Want me to drive?”

  Mason handed her the keys as his answer and used the short drive up the highway to compose himself. By the time she parked at the campsite where the bonfire was being held, he was calm and smiling easily again. “Before we get out there…”

  “What’s up?”

  “Whenever you want to leave, I’m ready. Don’t think you have to hang around for my sake. ’Kay?”

  He was being considerate of the fact that she’d turned anti-social during the divorce, and she loved him for that. This bonfire reunion of the moviegoers club they’d formed in college was her first interaction with a large group of people outside of work. Part of her feared her friends wouldn’t recognize her as the woman they’d once known, that her ex’s manipulations had changed her personality so much she wouldn’t be able to relate to them any longer.

  Another part of her told her to stop being a fucking baby and live already. Even if she had changed, so had they. The entire purpose of the reunion was to reconnect. Social media had kept most of them in touch, but this was the first face-to-face meet in years. So many years. She refused to run away from the chance to reclaim a piece of herself.

  She gave Mason a big smile and patted his knee. “Thanks, Mason. You’re the best.”

  “Aren’t I, though?”

  “And so modest.” She laughed, and he laughed with her.

  A knock on the driver’s side window startled them out of their mirth.

  Gavin grinned at Semeera as he opened her door. “Hey there, Meer. Long time.”

  “You too.”

  “Come here.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her from the car, barely giving her time to unfasten her seatbelt. Engulfing her in a tight hug, he said, “It’s great to see you.”

  “Still a hugger, I see.” She patted his back then pulled away, having to push gently on his rock-hard abs to get him to let go. Thankfully, he took the hint and backed up a step but kept one arm around her waist.

  Same old Gavin. Personal boundaries? What personal boundaries? Who wouldn’t want to be up close and personal with a man as good-looking as him? Back in college she’d loved the attention, but now she was over it, needing a break from men with big egos.

  She stepped to the side and kept her hand on his stomach to hold him back from following her. When his brow wrinkled in the first signs of annoyance she recognized well from seeing it on her ex so often, she said, “You look good.” She pointed to the tribal tattoo circling his upper arm. “Like the ink.”

  Gavin’s frown melted away, and he grinned. “Thanks. I was debating getting a full sleeve.” He flexed his arm, making his tanned biceps bulge. “What do you think?”

  “Impressive.” She wasn’t lying. If she’d been in the market, Gavin would be her first choice. “But maybe you should just stick to the tribal so you don’t detract from the muscles.”

  “Nothing could detract from his muscles,” said Josie as she joined them. The petite blonde slipped her hand into the crook of Gavin’s arm and smiled up at him. “He’ll look good no matter what he does.”

  Gavin’s grin got bigger. “Right?”

  Semeera exchanged a wry glance with Mason, who shook his head as he walked away. Almost a decade later and the same rivalry still existed. Except this time, Semeera didn’t want to compete with Josie. Technically, she hadn’t been competing back in college either. She’s just failed to turn down Gavin’s attention when he’d lavished it on her, which had made Josie work all the harder to get the man to focus on her, making Gavin preen at having two women squabbling over him.

  If he wanted to relive the glory days, he was doomed to disappointment.

  Semeera followed Mason.

  Gavin quickly fell into step beside her, pulling Josie in his wake. “What took you two so long? Secret rendezvous?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

  Josie hugged Gavin’s arm tighter, pressing it between her ample breasts, and said, “You and Mason do look good together.”

  Semeera said, “We’re just friends, and we stopped to see the Grand Canyon. It’s a shame to come all the way out here and not go.”

  “Yeah, I went up there earlier.” Gavin sucked in a deep breath and exhaled loudly. “Gotta love these wide open spaces. Having this reunion in some cramped reception hall would hav
e sucked.”

  “Especially for you, being claustrophobic and all.”

  “I’m not!”

  Semeera bit back a sigh at the defensive quality of Gavin’s voice. If she never had to put up with another arrogant man and his fragile ego again, it would be too soon.

  He snapped, “I just don’t like being shut up inside. All that recycled air and germs floating around. Disgusting. Can’t stand it.”

  Should she tell him that was the very definition of claustrophobia or just let it go? “Sure.”

  Annoyance filled Gavin’s blue-eyed gaze, probably because he noticed her conciliatory tone. “I’m gonna get a beer. You want one?”

  “No, I’m good. Thanks.”

  He grunted and walked away, again dragging Josie behind him.

  Semeera wished Josie all the luck in the world and hoped the woman kept Gavin far away for the rest of the night.

  Several of her friends who caught sight of her chorused, “Semeera!”

  She waved both arms over her head. “Hey, everybody.”

  Danielle rushed over and wrapped her full sleeve, Egyptian-motif-tattooed arms around Semeera in a tight hug. Her loose, wavy brown hair brushed against Semeera’s face and filled her nose with the scent of cinnamon. “Hey, girl. How you doing? You didn’t return my call.”

  Semeera hugged her friend back. “I know. Sorry. The last few days have been super hectic with getting the papers signed. It’s finally over.” That earned her a tighter hug. “I’m okay,” she whispered.

  “Of course you are.” Danielle pulled back with a serious expression on her face. “We need to get together after this. I’ve got a client for you. A big client.”