Breeding Ground

( 19 )

Overview

As bizarre as the 'dream' was that Gaby experienced the night she spent trapped in the temple of the fertility god, Anka, she would have just dismissed it as the most fabulous wet dream she'd ever had--except her dream lover/god followed her home. Anka has an agenda that is disconcerting to say the very least--he's decided he's ready to procreate, and Gaby is his 'chosen'. The big problem is that he can't do so unless he 'acquires' a human body and Gaby's not only not thrilled with the first one he brings along ...
See more details below
Available through our Marketplace sellers.
Other sellers (Paperback)
  • All (1) from $20.52   
  • Used (1) from $20.52   
Close
Sort by
Page 1 of 1
Showing All
Note: Marketplace items are not eligible for any BN.com coupons and promotions
$20.52
Seller since 2009

Feedback rating:

(11405)

Condition:

New — never opened or used in original packaging.

Like New — packaging may have been opened. A "Like New" item is suitable to give as a gift.

Very Good — may have minor signs of wear on packaging but item works perfectly and has no damage.

Good — item is in good condition but packaging may have signs of shelf wear/aging or torn packaging. All specific defects should be noted in the Comments section associated with each item.

Acceptable — item is in working order but may show signs of wear such as scratches or torn packaging. All specific defects should be noted in the Comments section associated with each item.

Used — An item that has been opened and may show signs of wear. All specific defects should be noted in the Comments section associated with each item.

Refurbished — A used item that has been renewed or updated and verified to be in proper working condition. Not necessarily completed by the original manufacturer.

Very Good
Light wear to edges and pages. Cover and spine show no easily noticeable damage. A tradition of southern quality and service. All books guaranteed at the Atlanta Book Company. Our ... mailers are 100% recyclable. Read more Show Less

Ships from: Atlanta, GA

Usually ships in 1-2 business days

  • Canadian
  • International
  • Standard, 48 States
  • Standard (AK, HI)
  • Express, 48 States
  • Express (AK, HI)
Page 1 of 1
Showing All
Close
Sort by
Sending request ...

Overview

As bizarre as the 'dream' was that Gaby experienced the night she spent trapped in the temple of the fertility god, Anka, she would have just dismissed it as the most fabulous wet dream she'd ever had--except her dream lover/god followed her home. Anka has an agenda that is disconcerting to say the very least--he's decided he's ready to procreate, and Gaby is his 'chosen'. The big problem is that he can't do so unless he 'acquires' a human body and Gaby's not only not thrilled with the first one he brings along for the job, she's proving downright impossible to please! Rating: Contains explicit sexual content, violence, graphic adult language, and some situations which could be offensive to sensitive readers.
Read More Show Less

Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781452815954
  • Publisher: CreateSpace
  • Publication date: 7/6/2010
  • Pages: 148
  • Product dimensions: 5.00 (w) x 8.00 (h) x 0.37 (d)

Read an Excerpt

Chapter One

He awakened slowly, reluctantly, uncertain at first what had sent ripples through his psyche to disturb his slumber. He had been drifting so long that awareness of his surroundings had slowly but surely eroded until only some event of magnitude, he knew, would have penetrated the deep, dreamless sleep that he'd sought. It was that realization that encouraged him to shake off the temptation to ignore the ripples, and he roused himself to see what it was.

People, he thought, surprised, not pleased, but it was not merely 'the people', he discovered, those he had once walked among, called brother--come to despise. Others were among them, pale skinned, pale eyed. This tribe he had no familiarity with.

He wavered, torn between curiosity about these others and the hate that had sent him into his slumberous state long, long ago, so long ago that the hate had become little more than apathy.

Rising finally, he stretched, expanding his psyche outward, and then he walked among them, studying the others, watching them. They were digging, he discovered, for what he could not determine, but it answered the question. This had caused the ripple, the disturbance that had shaken him from his rest.

His curiosity waned. He had no idea what they were about, but he had no real interest either.

Then he saw her.

Intrigued, he settled to watch her and he discovered that the longer he watched her, the more absorbed he was. This one was different.

* * * *

"Look out!"

"Rock slide!"

"Run!"

The ominous sound of colliding, rolling, bouncing rocks rapidly built from a warning rumbleto a deafening roar punctuated by the shouts that first drew her attention and the screams of fear and pain that quickly followed the first shouts. Gabrielle LaPlante lifted her head like an animal sensing danger at the first rumble, freezing as her gaze swept the dig site and finally focused on the threat. Her eyes widened as she saw the wave of dirt and rocks racing down the mountain side like a black tide, but everything inside of her seized, even her breath in her lungs.

It was over almost before anyone had realized what was happening. Through the cloud of dust that rose from the foot of the mountain where the debris settled, Gabrielle saw a twisted human arm jutting skyward. Coated with dirt from the soil dislodged by the falling rocks, she stared at it for many moments before her brain finally registered that it actually was an arm, not a bizarre, twisted tree root that resembled a human arm.

Released finally from the shock that had rooted her to the spot, she surged forward, launched into a run as the workers that had scattered halted and turned to race back. She was among the last to reach the downed worker, but it wouldn't have mattered, she saw, if she'd been the first. The man hadn't suffocated. A rock twice the size of his head had crushed his skull.

As short as she was, the native South Americans that made up the bulk of the laborers for the dig were as short, or shorter, and she had no trouble seeing over the men that clustered in front of her. She was sorry that was the case. The image seemed to burn itself inside her mind. Nausea rolled over her. She stumbled back, turned, looked numbly around the dig site for several moments and fled to the tent that had been assigned to her as her temporary home away from home.

A forensic anthropologist on loan from the Dade Museum of Human History to investigate the first, and only, skeletal remains found at the scene, which turned out to be the body of a two hundred year old Indian who'd died while hunting not an ancient settler of the area, she had never considered herself superstitious. She'd learned to appreciate and respect the customs and beliefs of various cultures and ancient civilizations, but she didn't believe.

She'd been uneasy ever since she'd arrived at the dig, however.

She'd dismissed it. This was her first field operation and a certain amount of trepidation was to be understood, particularly considering the remote location. They were miles and miles from the nearest speck of civilization, and even that couldn't be truly categorized as civilization, not in her book, anyway. The village was a throw back, virtually untouched by modern civilization.

She'd regretted taking the assignment almost as soon as she'd agreed to it. She regretted it even more as they left the tiny airstrip and set off in ancient vehicles down narrow twisting roads, traveling deeper and deeper into thick, twisted jungle filled with more poisonous creeping, slithering reptiles and insects than any other part of the world.

The trip alone had been enough of a jolt to her system to account for her jitteriness--paddling for miles and miles in canoes that sat barely above water level and watching snakes and crocodiles slither past. It had comforted her somewhat when she'd arrived to find the dig well in progress. The jungle had been cut back. The dig site was populated with a dozen scientists and students and about twice or three times that many native workers. A tent village had dotted the periphery of the site--but the tents were the best money could buy and filled with every modern convenience that could be lugged this deeply into the jungle.

The conditions were still ungodly primitive, and she didn't especially like the speculative gazes of the dark eyed natives--apparently fair women fascinated them. Not that she qualified as a 'real blond' in the real world. Her hair had darkened as she'd matured to a color closer to brown than blond, but she still had the blue eyes, pale skin, and freckles of a true blond and that seemed sufficient to the brown skinned pigmies that made up the bulk of the tent village to earn her more hungry male glances in the few weeks she'd been there than she'd had in her entire life before.

Loathe to encourage them to believe she might welcome their sexual overtures--and she didn't think she was imagining that they looked her over like a particularly choice piece of ass--she spent most of her time pretending they were invisible, which was another thing that made her uncomfortable. She'd been accused of being frank to the point of bluntness--which no one seemed to consider a virtue--but part of that frankness was the tendency to meet everyone eye to eye. She'd been taught that 'shifty eyed' was a trait that spelled untrustworthy. She wasn't a liar, a cheat, or a fraud, and she was as good as, if no better than, anyone. It made her feel dishonest to avoid eye contact.

Beyond the physical discomforts, though, beyond the uneasiness at having short, dark men staring at her as if she was Venus incarnate, beyond the very real dangers that lurked beneath every leaf, shrub, and tree limb, there was something about the ancient city they'd uncovered that was just plain otherworldly creepy.

She'd tried to convince herself it was nothing more than the real threats she sensed around her that was playing havoc with her imagination, but the fine hairs on her body--those primal sensors of danger--prickled as if the dormant animal inside of her knew something her conscious mind couldn't detect.

The natives were uneasy, too. Her Spanish wasn't all that great, but she didn't need to understand the language to assess the behavior.

They were superstitious, though. They believed the tales of ghosts they scared themselves with.

She didn't believe in ghosts, or spirits, or ancient gods that were going to be displeased about having their temples violated.

She hadn't before she'd arrived at the grave site of the ancient, unnamed city. Now, she was trying to convince herself she still didn't.

And yet the death toll was rising. More than a dozen workers had died since the dig had begun, eleven before her arrival, two since, and three of the original party of scientists and archeology students had come down with a mysterious ailment that had required them to be shipped back stateside.

They'd unearthed great segments of what promised to be a huge city that predated anything found before by at least a thousand years. And they still hadn't found the remains of a single occupant of that city.

That was almost the creepiest part of it. They should have found something by now that would warrant her presence here.

If they didn't find something damned soon, she thought angrily, she was going to high tail it back to her museum!

"What happened, Gaby? Who got hurt?" Sheila Lyndon demanded as Gabrielle neared the tent they shared.

Gaby simply stared at her blankly for several moments. "Got dead today, you mean? I didn't know his name." She didn't know any of the natives' names. She wasn't certain she would have recognized the guy.

A wave of shock crossed Sheila's features. "Somebody got killed?"

"There's a shock," Gaby said tightly, snatching open the tent flap and diving inside. "Someone getting killed on this dig."

"Hey! Accidents happen," Sheila said, following her inside as Gaby threaded her way around obstructions and flopped onto the cot assigned to her without even thinking about checking the bedding for crawlies first.

Gaby looked at the younger woman in outraged disbelief. "That's callous, even for you."

Sheila glared at her. "I didn't mean it that way, and you know it!"

Right, Gaby thought, but she didn't say it. She wasn't up to an argument at the moment. She realized she might has well have voiced her opinion, though, because Sheila read it in her expression.

"Don't tell me you're starting to believe that voodoo crap the natives are always whining about?"

Gaby felt her face reddening in spite of all she could do. Since there was no hiding her reaction, she glared at Shelia, trying to pass off embarrassment for anger.

Not that she wasn't angry!

"This isn't Africa," she said tightly, "or even the Caribbean. They don't believe in voodoo around here."

Read More Show Less

Customer Reviews

Average Rating 3.5
( 19 )
Rating Distribution

5 Star

(4)

4 Star

(6)

3 Star

(5)

2 Star

(2)

1 Star

(2)

Your Rating:

Your Name: Create a Pen Name or

Barnes & Noble.com Review Rules

Our reader reviews allow you to share your comments on titles you liked, or didn't, with others. By submitting an online review, you are representing to Barnes & Noble.com that all information contained in your review is original and accurate in all respects, and that the submission of such content by you and the posting of such content by Barnes & Noble.com does not and will not violate the rights of any third party. Please follow the rules below to help ensure that your review can be posted.

Reviews by Our Customers Under the Age of 13

We highly value and respect everyone's opinion concerning the titles we offer. However, we cannot allow persons under the age of 13 to have accounts at BN.com or to post customer reviews. Please see our Terms of Use for more details.

What to exclude from your review:

Please do not write about reviews, commentary, or information posted on the product page. If you see any errors in the information on the product page, please send us an email.

Reviews should not contain any of the following:

  • - HTML tags, profanity, obscenities, vulgarities, or comments that defame anyone
  • - Time-sensitive information such as tour dates, signings, lectures, etc.
  • - Single-word reviews. Other people will read your review to discover why you liked or didn't like the title. Be descriptive.
  • - Comments focusing on the author or that may ruin the ending for others
  • - Phone numbers, addresses, URLs
  • - Pricing and availability information or alternative ordering information
  • - Advertisements or commercial solicitation

Reminder:

  • - By submitting a review, you grant to Barnes & Noble.com and its sublicensees the royalty-free, perpetual, irrevocable right and license to use the review in accordance with the Barnes & Noble.com Terms of Use.
  • - Barnes & Noble.com reserves the right not to post any review -- particularly those that do not follow the terms and conditions of these Rules. Barnes & Noble.com also reserves the right to remove any review at any time without notice.
  • - See Terms of Use for other conditions and disclaimers.
Search for Products You'd Like to Recommend

Recommend other products that relate to your review. Just search for them below and share!

Create a Pen Name

Your Pen Name is your unique identity on BN.com. It will appear on the reviews you write and other website activities. Your Pen Name cannot be edited, changed or deleted once submitted.

 
Your Pen Name can be any combination of alphanumeric characters (plus - and _), and must be at least two characters long.

Continue Anonymously
Sort by: Showing 1 – 20 of 19 Customer Reviews
  • Anonymous

    Posted December 11, 2010

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted June 15, 2011

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted April 2, 2012

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted August 15, 2011

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted July 9, 2011

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted August 19, 2013

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted February 21, 2013

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted May 5, 2010

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted March 27, 2011

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted August 20, 2011

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted January 20, 2010

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted August 26, 2010

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted March 13, 2011

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted September 13, 2012

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted May 31, 2011

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted January 26, 2010

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted July 28, 2011

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted May 17, 2010

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted October 27, 2011

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted July 1, 2011

    No text was provided for this review.

Sort by: Showing 1 – 20 of 19 Customer Reviews

If you find inappropriate content, please report it to Barnes & Noble
Why is this product inappropriate?
Comments (optional)