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  CONTENTS

  Copyright

  Nora's Newsletter

  Chosen by the Alien Above Series

  Excerpt

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Nora's Newsletter

  Review

  About the Author

  Nora Lane, June 2015

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  All sexual activities depicted occur between consenting characters 18 years or older and who are not blood related.

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  Chosen by the Alien Above Series

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  Excerpt

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  On her deathbed, my mother’s last words were a prophecy for my life.

  Coraline, if you wish in one hand and shit in the other, which do you think fills up faster?

  She passed as the last word left her lips. She had a country kind of wisdom.

  Noah leaned toward me. The magnetism of our bodies warped the fabric of space between us. He cupped my cheek.

  “You’ve had a long, hard day. One that started on another world. I know it's too much in the moment.” He brushed my cheek. “Get a good night’s sleep and perhaps an answer will be clear in the morning.”

  I wanted to shout at him that the answer would never be clear. That nothing was simple in life. That shit weighed more than wishes. I wanted to tell him he was crazy and I didn't appreciate him making me the same.

  But his eyes.

  They smoldered and warmed me. My heart throbbed in my throat. Electric tingles crawled across my scalp and dove down my spine. I yearned to be his. To be his in every possible way. To crush my flesh into his. To open my soul and be filled by him.

  I needed him inside me.

  That was the short of it. The need was deep and primal. It had no regard for the confusion of higher thinking.

  What a bother!

  I longed to surrender. The depth of my need was terrifying.

  The air between us crackled with an almost visible energy. A fierce wormhole that threatened to suck us both into the oblivion of total ecstasy.

  A sting in my chest reminded me I hadn't breathed in too long. I sucked in a choking gob of oxygen and the sting subsided.

  I needed distance.

  I needed half a minute to clear my head and fumble for coherent thinking. I tried to speak but the words came out garbled. I cleared my throat and tried again.

  “Yes, you're right. I don't know what to think. About this. About us. I've never been so unsure of anything.”

  He slid his hand around to the back of my neck. He leaned closer and his lips caressed mine.

  OMG.

  Raw, elemental energy detonated at his touch. My sexy factory downstairs kicked into production. It was already calling for night shifts and weekend work. Against my will, my arms reached for him.

  His trunk-like arms surrounded and lifted me. Crushed me into him. His tongue brushed my lips and they parted before asking my permission. He plunged into my mouth and claimed my willing tongue. The hard plains of his body molded me like clay under the artist’s loving hand.

  He swept my legs up and around his waist. His body bulged everywhere, but one bulge in particular had all of my attention.

  He was big.

  He was getting bigger.

  * * * * *

  CHAPTER ONE

  Crazy pick up lines were nothing new to me. You didn't have a body like mine and escape the harassment of every drunk Dick and Harry that thought the Greek system meant majoring in anal sex. Despite collecting a grab bag full of ludicrous, pathetic pick up lines, this one stood out.

  I need to fuck you to save your life.

  While totally unique, it wasn't the sort of line that usually deserved much traction. It did merit another slap to the face, but I didn't like the way Astro reacted the first time. It didn’t seem wise to test her fury.

  Unfortunately for me, everything about that particular pick up line spoke to me.

  I wanted to live. Check.

  I wanted to climb Noah and ride him like a bull. Check.

  It wasn’t my area of expertise, but something told me he’d have no problem holding on for far longer than eight seconds.

  Noah knelt beside me, my trembling hands in his. His firm grip was the anchor keeping my world afloat. What do you say to an offer that could satisfy the two things you desire most in life? What do you say to an offer that could heal your desperate soul?

  “Why do you have to be such an asshole?”

  It was the first thing that came to me.

  Souls usually spoke with more eloquence. More deeply meaningful cadence. As much as my soul wanted to accept his offer, big red warning lights flashed in my brain.

  STOP.

  DANGER AHEAD.

  Save yourself, for however long that lasts.

  If I gave in to Noah, to hope, I’d have no foundation left. No cold rock upon which to stand and bear the breaking of each moment. Besides, I was here to get answers out of him. For myself and for the world. Sure, that concern was a distant second to clinging on to whatever shred of sanity I had left.

  Sanity first.

  Everything else second.

  Unfortunately, number one was still very much in doubt. I arguably left sanity behind, back on Earth.

  Maybe my leaving was a manifestation of the death wish my doctors kept complaining about. What did they know? I didn't even yearn for cigarette. I hadn’t smoked long enough to form a habit.

  I smoked to make a statement. It was a slap in the face to life. To the thing that was killing me.

  The only problem with slapping life in the face was that the sting always ended up on your own cheek. Sure, the delivery felt good. The release could be glorious. But the burn always came home to roost.

  Noah squeezed my hand and looked into my eyes with wrenching tenderness. For a flippant pick up line, he delivered it with total conviction.

  “Cora, I'm not lying to you. I'm not making any guarantees either. I know what cured me and I think it could do the same for you.”

  The conditionality of his statement hit me like a thrown brick. The world outside the inches between us was a dark blur. Every other event in the expanse
of the outside cosmos was inconsequential. So unimportant that the universe didn't acknowledge even the probability.

  All that mattered was the flaming fusion between us.

  If his face remained so close, I was either going to slap it or smother it with kisses. As soon as my brain decided which way it was going to fall.

  “I have two problems with the notion that having sex with you could somehow cure a fatal condition. One, it’s ludicrous. Two, I keep hearing ‘think’. As in, you have no idea but you'd like to try it anyway because you’re desperate and haven’t touched a female in a decade.”

  “I know it sounds crazy, but I'm alive today because of it. It didn't just save my life.”

  If my eyes rolled any harder, they’d roll out of my head.

  “Don't believe it if you don't want to.” He stood up and spread his arms wide. “Look at me, Cora.”

  I lifted my eyes to the almost elemental being standing before me. He radiated power. He radiated lust.

  Maybe that was me.

  “You know I wasn't like this when I left Earth. I've grown almost a foot and put on more muscle than should be medically possible.”

  He had a point there. He was a tall drink of muscled-up perfection.

  “I've done all manner of lab diagnostics. I've had the results verified below. I'm cured. More than that. I’m in peak physical condition. More than that. My body runs at a level that should only be a theoretically possibility.”

  I had no idea what to say that. It sounded like boasting but the evidence was in front of me. Nobody with a straight face could deny that he was a gloriously yummy physical specimen. Plus, I knew he was way shorter and skinnier when he left Earth.

  Was that enough to believe in some sex cure?

  I didn't know who to trust. I definitely didn't trust myself. Every fiber in my body screamed for him. My brain tried to come off all rational, but it was thinking the same exact thing.

  Cora, it's only logical to try anything that holds promise. Sleeping with him would be a price I'm willing to pay.

  Yea, brain. Nice try. I knew it wanted to ride him for as many seconds as I had left to live.

  “Let's assume for one insane minute that what you say is true,” I said. “Why is… mating… as you call it… a possible cure? Why can't I just get a shot or a pill or a spoonful of cure syrup?”

  “I wish it were that easy.”

  The hungry look in his eyes told me that wasn't the complete truth.

  “The cure is in my blood. In my body. It's deeper than that too. It's in my electromagnetic makeup. In many ways, the pathology resembles a disease.”

  “You're telling me that the cure is to contract another disease?”

  “Yes.”

  Fuck me.

  Apparently, that was the answer.

  CHAPTER TWO

  The nightly news these days was an endless stream of horrible diseases and their imminent devastation on the human race. Potential pandemics sprouted like weeds. If a week went by and you didn't hear about some obscure deadly disease outbreak, you knew you were dreaming. Earth was a global community now. Every bus terminal, train station, and airport promised quick passage for an ambitious contagion.

  Watching the news too much would make you crazy. Make you want to live in a shack on the side of a mountain. Your only friend a bear named Ben. Your only grocery store the local Hole Foods. As in, go dig a hole and eat whatever bugs you find.

  No thanks.

  “Some cures are essentially no different than the disease they seek to overcome.”

  I froze. A terrible thought hit me.

  “Is your disease, your cure, communicable?”

  He tugged his chin as uncertainty flickered in his eyes—the first I’d seen since meeting him.

  Not a good sign.

  “I don't know. I've tested blood to blood transmission. I’ve tested bodily fluids transmission. I've tested aerosol transmission. The results were inconclusive.”

  I gripped the arms of the chair, my knuckles white with strain. Cold fear gripped my spine. Hot anger burned my belly.

  “You brought me up here to infect me? You didn’t even think to give me a choice?”

  I thought of the single option in the closet. Of all the forms I was forced to sign. Of possibly already being infected with his disease-cure.

  “You have no right to make decisions about my life! Who do you think you are?”

  He knelt at my side again, his head hardly lower than mine. He really was far larger than any normal human. He was far more gorgeous too.

  I tried not to think about that.

  His eyes stroked me, like soft fingertips in the dark.

  “I’m the only person that can help you.”

  I wished he were wrong. I wished I had one single other hope.

  On her deathbed, my mother’s last words were a prophecy for my life.

  Coraline, if you wish in one hand and shit in the other, which do you think fills up faster?

  She passed as the last word left her lips. She had a country kind of wisdom.

  Noah leaned toward me. The magnetism of our bodies warped the fabric of space between us. He cupped my cheek.

  “You’ve had a long, hard day. One that started on another world. I know it's too much in the moment.” He brushed my cheek. “Get a good night’s sleep and perhaps an answer will be clear in the morning.”

  I wanted to shout at him that the answer would never be clear. That nothing was simple in life. That shit weighed more than wishes. I wanted to tell him he was crazy and I didn't appreciate him making me the same.

  But his eyes.

  They smoldered and warmed me. My heart throbbed in my throat. Electric tingles crawled across my scalp and dove down my spine. I yearned to be his. To be his in every possible way. To crush my flesh into his. To open my soul and be filled by him.

  I needed him inside me.

  That was the short of it. The need was deep and primal. It had no regard for the confusion of higher thinking.

  What a bother!

  I longed to surrender. The depth of my need was terrifying.

  The air between us crackled with an almost visible energy. A fierce wormhole that threatened to suck us both into the oblivion of total ecstasy.

  A sting in my chest reminded me I hadn't breathed in too long. I sucked in a choking gob of oxygen and the sting subsided.

  I needed distance.

  I needed half a minute to clear my head and fumble for coherent thinking. I tried to speak but the words came out garbled. I cleared my throat and tried again.

  “Yes, you're right. I don't know what to think. About this. About us. I've never been so unsure of anything.”

  He slid his hand around to the back of my neck. He leaned closer and his lips caressed mine.

  OMG.

  Raw, elemental energy detonated at his touch. My sexy factory downstairs kicked into production. It was already calling for night shifts and weekend work. Against my will, my arms reached for him.

  His trunk-like arms surrounded and lifted me. Crushed me into him. His tongue brushed my lips and they parted before asking my permission. He plunged into my mouth and claimed my willing tongue. The hard plains of his body molded me like clay under the artist’s loving hand.

  He swept my legs up and around his waist. His body bulged everywhere, but one bulge in particular had all of my attention.

  He was big.

  He was getting bigger.

  CHAPTER THREE

  I was about to tell myself that I’d regret this, but my hips were already moving. Against his hardness. The sheer fabric of our suits did little to dull the sensation of his cock between my legs.

  My engorged petals parted for him.

  His lips unlocked from mine and stole the breath from my lungs. He nipped my jaw and chin. His tongue traced down my neck leaving a cool trail of fire. His teeth sank into my flesh, the force just shy of breaking the skin.

  Goosebumps broke out across my ar
ms and the back of my neck. His strong clean scent, like the sea after a storm, enveloped me. He nipped my earlobe and blind need shivered through my chest and settled lower.

  He pinned me to on the table, his weight bearing down on me. This was going too far, and so not far enough.

  The smart skin on the table was smart enough to realize we were finished eating because it no longer resembled steel. It was the same soft, comforting warmth of the restoration pod. This stuff understood nuance. Cosmo could learn a from this stuff.

  “I need you. I need to be one with you.”

  I wasn't sure who spoke the words. I was sure we both felt them.

  A flat, robotic voice echoed in the air.

  “Noah, I do not wish to intrude, but you left ice cream out in the galley. Its core temperature is now at forty-seven point eight-three-six-two degrees and climbing. It is rapidly losing the optimal composition for enjoyment.”

  Our bodies froze. The heat between us chilled for instant.

  What a ridiculous interruption. Part of me cursed Cosmo for his well-meaning, ignorant intrusion. Another part couldn't have been more thankful. This was going too fast.

  Noah looked up in no specific direction. “Thanks, Cos. Truly, thanks for that.” He regarded me with a questioning look. “Is there a chance we could pretend that didn’t happen?”

  The breath gave me clarity. Enough to know I wasn't ready to go further. I needed time to think.

  “So you're holding out on dessert, huh?”

  It was the best I could do to get a few words between us. Some small barrier to make further separation possible. He pushed up on his hands.

  My locked ankles around his waist suddenly felt horribly awkward.