Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Janelle has been unhoused for several years. She’s tired, hungry, and malnourished. But more importantly, she’s cold. Her only goal when she enters Club Zoom is to warm up. She’s unprepared for the huge crowd and the loud music.
Tekfan has been on Earth waiting for his mate to make an appearance for two weeks. Relief floods him when he finally spots her standing against the wall next to the dance floor, but as soon as he approaches her, she passes out.
Janelle’s mother warned her never to let men lure her into their webs. They’re only after one thing. But five minutes with Tekfan has Janelle doubting everything her mother ever said. She’ll gladly break all the rules if he’ll continue to smile at her. Leaving Earth is no hardship. Good riddance.
Prepare to travel through the stars only if you’re brave enough to learn about oversized Papis and survive their very intimate care
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Chapter One
Janelle
I’ve never felt so out of place in my life. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe how long I’ve stood in this line. I can’t believe I’m actually going to enter this stupid club.
Club Zoom.
The other women in this line are fancy. They have money, nice clothes, friends. Not me. I’m homeless. It’s been years since I had a girlfriend I could giggle with, and the clothes I’m wearing are from a thrift store. I’ve had them longer than most of these women have been busty enough to own a bra.
Sure, I’m curious. Who isn’t curious about Club Zoom? Everyone on the planet is curious. And since only women are permitted to enter, most men only know about the inside from second-hand knowledge.
As I stand in this godforsaken line, my arms wrapped around myself to keep from shivering, I wonder about the women-only policy. I mean what if someone is trans or dressed as a woman? Wouldn’t they be able to get in?
Fuck, it’s cold. It’s not below freezing or anything. The temperature in the day has probably been as high as sixty lately, but it gets so fucking cold at night, and I feel like I’ve been cold for a month without ever fully thawing out.
The main reason I’m in this damn line, waiting to get into the club is so that I can warm up. Two birds with one stone. I’ll get to see what all the hype is about, and I’ll get to spend one fucking evening not shivering.
I don’t have money, so I can’t buy anything, but it’s not required. There is no entrance fee or drink minimum. All that’s needed to get in is a driver’s license, and I have one of those.
It’s a joke. I haven’t owned a car in two years. I haven’t driven a car in longer than that because even when I still had my car, I couldn’t afford gas. Eventually I sold it so I could use the money to stay in hotels on cold nights.
My stomach rumbles, and I wrap my arms around myself tighter, trying to ignore the hunger. The last time I ate was yesterday when I went to a soup kitchen. I usually do that once a day, but the particular place that feeds the homeless in my area is outside. There’s no place to get warmed up. Tonight I’ve chosen heat over food.
“Ma’am?”
I jerk my gaze up, realizing it’s finally my turn.
“ID?” the bouncer asks.
I pull it out of my pocket and hand it to him. My hands are shaking.
The man looks at it closely, his gaze switching back and forth between my ID and my face. Finally he must decide it’s definitely me. He steps to the side. “You’ll need to fill out a waiver. There are copies on the table. Be sure to read everything before you sign.”
I nod and pass him, instantly warmer. The room has several tables where women are seated, reading and signing. I move to the far side of the room to a table no one is occupying, partly because I don’t want to interact with anyone and partly because the farther away from the door I get the warmer I am.
I pick up one of the waivers and read through it. Sheesh. It’s so formal. They really take this shit seriously. I feel like I’m holding an important legal document.
I don’t live in a complete vacuum. I’m well-aware that the Eleadian men are here on Earth to find wives. Everyone knows if a woman gets selected, she has no choice but to go with the man back to his planet.
What a joke. As if anyone would choose me. I was never even chosen for dodgeball in the first grade. How could I be so lucky as to get chosen to leave this shitty planet?
I’m Plain Jane. Most people don’t even glance at me. If they do, it’s to make fun of me for my mousy hair and childlike looks. I’m twenty-four, and I barely look old enough to drive. I’m surprised the bouncer didn’t question my ID.
I focus on the waiver, trying not to laugh. Ha. Whatever. I sign at the bottom and look around.
The bouncer spots me and heads my direction. He sets his palms on the table across from me. His brows are furrowed. “Did you read everything?”
“Yes.” I can’t keep from trembling. I don’t want him to think I’m nervous. I am nervous, but that’s not what’s causing the trembling. I’m cold and hungry.
“What happens if one of the Eleadian males chooses you tonight?”
I smirk and roll my eyes. “I finally get to leave this fucking planet and go try my luck on another one.”
The man laughs as he pushes off the table and takes my waiver. “That about sums it up.” He meets my gaze again. “The majority of women who come here do so out of curiosity, and that’s fine, but it’s important to understand that every few nights one of them is chosen. There’s no going back. If you’re chosen, you will be on a spaceship bound for Eleadia before you can even blink.”