Strength is found when surrendering to destiny.
Graham has suffered way too much at the hands of the Nall. Ever since he was enslaved after the invasion, he’s been raped and tortured by the Alasharian Supreme Commander and his cohorts. Condemned to die by hanging for his part in the human rebellion, Graham gives in to the inevitable, no longer caring if he lives or dies. But an unexpected event occurs and, at the last moment, Graham is saved.
Balor is a guard to the Nall, but he’s also a part of the growing rebellion among the Alasharians. When one of the Nall’s advisors enlists his help in getting a human prisoner to safety, Balor comes to his aid. Startled by the soul match hum that sparks to life when he touches Graham, but unable to do anything about it, Balor is determined to protect his human match at all costs. When Advisor Oman arrives on the scene to rescue Balor as he helps Graham to escape, it becomes clear that yet another alien/human triad is forming—even if Graham may never accept being bonded to two aliens after the trauma he’s endured at the hands of Alasharians.
The time has come to depart to the secret military complex where the human and Alasharian allies will stage their final assault against the Nall and the Void. Families are reunited and others torn apart as they prepare for battle. The allies fear what will become of them all if Chris, the special human Sha Sha Ar has chosen as their spiritual leader, is no longer there to guide them.
About the Author
Morticia Knight spends most of her nights writing about men loving men forever after.
If there happens to be some friendly bondage or floggings involved, she doesn’t begrudge her characters whatever their filthy little heart’s desire. Even though she’s been crafting her naughty tales for more years than she’d like to share – her adventures as a published author began in 2011.
Once upon a time she was the lead singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She currently resides on the northern Oregon coast and when she’s not fantasizing about hot men she takes walks along the ocean and annoys the local Karaoke bar patrons.
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Graham huddled with his dad and brother on the warm concrete surface of the desert park’s amphitheater. Their hands were bound in front of them with a thick, scratchy rope and a curtain separated them from the stage where whatever preparations were being made for the show that was about to take place. Show? Our execution. He pressed his lips together, stifling the cry that threatened to burst out. It amazed him how he could still be shocked or terrified by the actions of the sadistic monsters who had taken over Earth.
It’s better this way. Better that I die.
Ever since he’d been captured during the initial invasion, his existence had been nothing but a series of events that had kept him in a constant state of fear, had scarred his body or had fucked with his head. The aliens who had conquered their planet were too strong—they’d easily beaten down the Earth’s military forces in less than a month. What point was there in continuing as one of their sex slaves? And anyway, now that he’d been recaptured for being a part of the human rebellion, his sentence had been made clear.
Death by hanging.
He peered up at his brother, Paul. As he gazed into his petrified eyes, Graham wished he could have somehow saved him and their dad. They’d never given up on their resolve to take back the planet. By comparison, Graham was weak. Once he’d gotten away from the aliens the first time, he hadn’t wanted to fight anyone. He’d begged them to leave the city with him, to find somewhere in the wilderness where they could live in safety and peace. His father had taken him by the shoulders, had shaken him and destroyed what little hope he’d had left when he’d told him that such a thing wasn’t possible.
‘That’s where they captured so many of the others, in the foothills, far from anything. We barely escaped the round-ups there. We can’t hide anymore, not for good. We take back what is ours however we can, no matter the cost.’
Graham swallowed hard, his heartbeat picking up a quicker pace at the sounds of a crowd forming, the noise building on the other side of the divider as it became obvious that he and what remained of his family were drawing closer to the end. Graham sniffed, glancing at their surroundings. Three huge Alasharian guards watched over them as he, his brother and his father awaited their fate. The Nall—the Alasharian version of their king, as Graham had come to discover—was likely due to arrive at any moment. Why else would they have been removed from their cages and brought to the Palm Desert Civic Center Park, then had their clothing ripped from their bodies right before their wrists had been tied together?
Graham couldn’t hold back a sneer as he caught the eye of one of their guards. The alien’s large eyes darkened, narrowing in clear anger. He didn’t give a shit. Beaten to a pulp or strangled by a rope, it hardly made a difference. As he continued to stare down the guard, he noted that the sparkling, prismatic quality of the Alasharian’s eyes that he’d found fascinating when he’d first been captured had seemed to dull as time had gone on. At least for some of them. Strange.
Paul and his dad had managed to evade capture for a while and they’d never been used as sex slaves. Graham was glad that at least they’d been spared that humiliation. From what he’d been able to ascertain after his capture, his brother or father wouldn’t have met the criteria as an alien sex toy anyway. All the human men and women he’d seen at the cages, or after he’d been sent to the Nall’s residence, had been smaller and slender. The type of human sex slave they seemed to prefer ran contrary to the build of the large, muscular aliens.
Paul nudged Graham in the side with his elbow. Graham had sort of drifted in his mind. The horrors of what he’d been enduring over the past few weeks wouldn’t release their hellish grasp on his thoughts. He made himself focus on his brother, his eyebrows raised in question. They’d both been smacked across the face the last time they’d tried to speak to each other.
It was difficult to get into a comfortable—or even reasonably non-painful—position, so they’d been using each other as support. Graham laid his head on Paul’s shoulder, angling it to one side to be as close to his brother’s lips as possible. Paul’s breath blew past the shell of his ear as he whispered, “We need a diversion. Something to distract them so we can get away.”
Graham closed his eyes, sighing. His first instinct was to just shake his head then leave it at that. But he couldn’t. He’d seen the anguish in Paul’s expression, knew his brother wasn’t ready to die. He might have given up, but Paul hadn’t. He owed it to him to at least try.
Graham cleared his throat softly, turned his head more until his face was almost buried in the side of Paul’s neck. “How?”
Paul whispered again, “You’re the closest to the curtain. If we keep shifting like we’re adjusting our positions, but continue moving in that direction, once you get to the point where you can yank it down—”
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Independent reviewer for Archaeolibrarian, I was gifted my copy of this book. This is book 4 in the Soul Match series, and you really MUST read the other books in the series to know what has driven these people to this point. Graham has suffered the fate that Chris and Morgan were expecting. He was abused by the Nall, to such an extent, he is permanently scarred. Graham, his brother and his father were due to hang, at the Nall's gathering, for punishment for the attack at the Nall's party. And Alasharian saves him, and Graham's opinion on the race changes. Balor is a guard to the Nall, but also part of the rebellion. Oman is advisor to the Nall, but has been watching Balor for some time. He knows Balor is his Soul Match and when Balor mentions the human he helped save, Oman knows they will be a three. But time is of the essence, and humans and Alasharians must band together to any of them are to survive. What I particularly liked about this one, was the CARE that Oman , and indeed Balor, took with Graham. They both knew he had suffered, badly. They can see his scars, and are enraged by the treatment of Graham by the Nall but they know Graham needs time. They may NEVER fully Soul Match, but Oman and Balor will take whatever Graham can give them. Graham, while reluctant, knows that he can give as little, or as much, as he is able to, to Oman and Balor. I liked that he was in total control of the speed that things moved. LOVED that he was not the submissive in this match. Liked that he spoke to Morgan about the Soul Match, since Morgan was equally, if not more so, against the idea. While Chris, Lasar and Nary take no part here, the rebellion is gaining ground as more and more humans and Alasharians arrive at the old air base they are camped out at. Problem is, no one knows where Chris, Lasar and Nary are, or even if Chris is a real person! Book 5 is next, and it is the conclusion of this series. I'm not sure I really want to read it! Thoroughly enjoying these! 5 stars