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Alien Indiscretions

Alien Indiscretions

by Tracy St. John
Alien Indiscretions

Alien Indiscretions

by Tracy St. John

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Cissy Salter is more than ready to shed Earth’s repression when she moves to the planet Kalquor. She leaps headlong into drinking, partying, and liaisons with young alien men. She would be having the time of her life if not for the disapproval of a certain rich, gorgeous Dramok she can’t avoid. She’d love to despise him, but her heart has other ideas.

Dramok Diltan sees the bawdy, unrefined Cissy as a thorn in his side. The last thing he needs is a woman who drives him crazy every time they meet. Yet the spark in her eyes kindles a fire he can’t ignore. His enthralled clanmates Wal and Rolat are determined to get the two to stop fighting, at least long enough to explore the possibility of making Cissy part of their clan. When they discover Diltan’s past misdeeds, Wal and Rolat issue an ultimatum: help them seduce the Earth woman or face punishment.

As Cissy and Clan Diltan discover each other’s true nature and love blooms, the long-hidden secrets of Kalquor’s leadership are revealed. An old conspiracy brought to light shatters Kalquor’s peace, driving the Empire apart ... and tearing Cissy from the arms of the three men she can no longer live without.

Contains mild BDSM

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Product Details

BN ID: 2940151840453
Publisher: Tracy St. John
Publication date: 03/26/2015
Series: Clans of Kalquor Series , #9
Sold by: Smashwords
Format: NOOK Book
Sales rank: 564,794
File size: 383 KB
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

Tracy St. John is the author of science fiction romance, including the bestselling Clans of Kalquor series. She lives in Georgia with her husband and son, fending off mosquitos and running from hurricanes. Before settling in to write fulltime, she worked in video production, in front of and behind the camera. She was often cast as the gun-toting bad gal, getting handcuffed in the end. She hopes that hot alien cops will intercept those videos and investigate. Soon.

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Copyright © Tracy St John 2018. All Rights Reserved, Totally Entwined Group Limited, T/A Totally Bound Publishing.

Cissy gripped hands with her identical twin sister, Tasha. She tried to appear cool and calm for the Kalquorian shuttle attendants. They didn’t need to know how her heart raced or that her palm sweated as freely as Tasha’s. She prided herself on always looking in control, even when control seemed well out of reach.

They’d left the doomed Earth nine months ago on a large transport, now in orbit around the planet of Kalquor. Most of the other women on board had been taken to the complex that would house them until they found clans to join. Though Cissy and Tasha also planned to live in the complex, they were regarded as a special case. They had gotten a shuttle all to themselves and it had just landed within a cliff. They stood now before the hatch, waiting for it to open.

To Cissy’s surprise, the bay did not look like it was within a great rock jutting onto the pink-sanded shore on the planet Kalquor. The vid viewer to the left of the Salter twins showed them a thoroughly modern landing area with soft illumination glowing from the walls and ceiling. Other shuttles and transports dotted the large area.

The vid also showed them a number of people waiting for their arrival. There were easily fifty individuals out there, if one didn’t count the red-formsuited guards at attention all over the place. Most of those outside the shuttle were the dark-skinned, black-haired Kalquorian race. They were almost all male…unabashedly masculine and muscular men. Judging from the blue robes worn by many in the group, they were also politically powerful men, the ruling elite of the Kalquorian Empire.

Cissy swallowed against the rush of nervousness that flooded her. Her cousin Jessica had clanned with the emperors of Kalquor. As a member of the empress’s family, Cissy herself had been treated with deference throughout her journey here, deference that bordered on embarrassing. Still, the status she’d gained hadn’t made a real impression until this moment.

Tasha sounded just as breathless as Cissy felt. “Wow. It looks like half the Royal Council showed up along with the Imperial Family. You’d think we were important.”

Cissy was glad she wasn’t the only one feeling a bit off-balance. She whispered, “Who would have ever guessed we’d end up related to royalty? I am so underdressed for this.”

Tasha emitted a nervous giggle as her long-lashed hazel eyes took in Cissy’s denim trousers and black T-shirt. At least she’d also thrown on a nice turquoise button-down blouse, which Cissy wore unbuttoned over the tee. “Better than flaunting all your wares like you’ve been doing on the transport.” Tasha winked. “Everyone knows you hate pretension. No sense dressing like someone you’re not, Cis.”

Cissy eyed her twin. Tasha liked pretty clothes, so she looked perfectly presentable in her purple wraparound dress. She’d put her dark brown waves into a tidy bun, except for the few tendrils that had artfully escaped from it.

Except for their clothing, they were nearly impossible to tell apart. They’d even gained the same amount of weight during their nine-month trip from Earth to Kalquor. Close to starved to death before finally admitting there was no choice but to turn themselves in to their former enemies, the petite pair had resembled children at first glance. It had been hard to convince their rescuers they were in their early thirties.

Discovering that Cissy and Tasha were also first cousins to the Earther Empress of Kalquor had caused quite the sensation amongst the aliens. Though supplies in those last days of evacuating the dying Earth had dwindled, the Kalquorians had made sure the women had everything they could give them. That included copious amounts of delicious food, which the sisters had availed themselves of without restrictions.

Cissy had laughingly referred to Tasha and herself as Chub One and Chub Two for the last couple of months. Tasha hated hearing that. She constantly insisted she was going to eat less and take up an exercise regimen. Yet the men on the transport that brought them from Earth to Kalquor had discovered how much the pair loved chocolate…and pizza…and pie…and many, many other things. Edible gifts from those wishing to enjoy the twins’ favours had abounded.

‘Stop fretting,’ Cissy had told her twin more than once as they’d walked the corridors of the huge Kalquorian ship. ‘So we’re curvy gals now. None of the Kalquorians are complaining. In fact, I keep hearing how soft I am.’

‘These men do seem to appreciate the extra cushion,’ Tasha had agreed. ‘But I’m logging another mile before I take it easy this evening. Those fried mozzarella balls Dramok Niot brought me this afternoon are not adding another inch to my ass!’

‘Didn’t he already help you work them off?’ Cissy had teased.

‘A lady doesn’t discuss such things.’

‘A lady also doesn’t yell “Harder, you beast” at the top of her lungs for all the Matara section of the ship to hear.’



Thinking about all the eating they’d done following weeks of starvation made Cissy feel nauseated as she waited for the shuttle’s hatch to open. If the Kalquorians on board the transport hadn’t been devoted to showing her how much they approved of cuddly girls, she’d be even more nervous. Especially since her space-pale porcelain skin contributed to what she thought of as the doughy look.

I hope the Earthers who got here before me convinced the Kalquorians to stock up on tanning spray. I’m not walking around like a living marshmallow.

Tasha drew a deep breath. “Well, here we go. It’s time to greet Empress Jessica. Are we supposed to curtsey or something?”

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