Enter Princess Lyra. She’s any filthy-minded rebel’s one-night-stand erotic dream. If you don’t mind her bad attitude and lack of… Luster
Not quite the obedient girl Serpint was craving. But Cygnian princesses are hard to pass up. Even one with dark secrets. Because they have a very special, very specific, sexual talent... They glow when they climax.
Lyra thinks she’s one of the strong ones. If anyone can resist an overzealous alpha like Serpint, it’s her. But his touch makes her light up like the sun. And she has never been with an AKEELIAN before—they have two—yes two—super LONG, super thick, super BIG... c**ks!
How long can she resist that?
Booty Hunter is the first book in Harem Station standalone series bursting with outlaw alpha aliens with extra appendages, runaway princesses with erotic surprises, and a whole new world of secrets, mystery, and sex. Each book is about 80,000 words and *comes* with a glowing HEA. KC Cross is the brand new sci-fi romance pen name of New York Times Bestselling author, JA Huss.
LYRA
Fun fact about Akeelian males.
They have two extra-long, extra-hard, extra-thick cocks.
But the only time you know they have two cocks is right after they come. Because one requires the other to emerge. Which means fucking an Akeelian is never quick or easy.
“I was brought here,” I snarl at him, trying to pull off an attitude. But my eyes are stuck on his body. And even though I’ve already seen him shirtless, he was sweaty and dirty and now he’s clean, and smells like a fucking planet.
For sun’s sake. Why? Why did I mouth off up in the harem room? Surely, if I had just kept my trap shut I’d have ended up somewhere better than here. With him.
He slides his jaw to the side, gritting his teeth, clearly as irritated at my presence in his quarters as I am at being here. “Why were you brought here?”
“I dunno. Maybe the note floating in front of my tits explains the situation. I’m a fucking slave, remember? And I’m magnetically bound to this… this stupid wall. Obviously I didn’t put myself here.”
He and his little hovering bot walk towards me. Naked. Because of course he is. His two cocks swinging between his legs like… like a fucking alpha Akeelian who obviously just jerked off in his shower because that’s the only way both his stupid, super-long, super-hard, super-thick cocks would be visible.
Gross.
His hand swipes through the glowing green letters emblazoned in front of my breasts, dismissing it. Then he snatches the note from the ribbon and opens up what is not really a note, but more like a thick packet of printed papers.
Paper. Who the hell uses paper?
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he says, rubbing two fingers alongside his temple.
He didn’t bother to shave, I notice, then internally chastise myself for noticing. But also because now that he’s had a shower and washed the blood off, the stubble is mostly… attractive.
“What?” I ask. “What do they say?” I lean forward as far as I can, but a sharp sting shoots through my body, forcing me to recoil back. “Shock bracelets?” I say, so pissed off. “You’ve bound me in shock bracelets?”
It’s not just bracelets, either. They are on my ankles and my legs are spread—not quite wide open, but near enough. So a second shock slides up my legs too.
“Stop shocking me!”
“You’re shocking yourself, princess.” Then he tilts his head a little and adds. “If you really are a princess.”
“You have some nerve,” I say, then regret it. Maybe if I wasn’t a princess I could get out if here? Gain my freedom and go save Nyleena?
I know for a fact that Harem Station only keeps Cygnian princesses as captive slaves. All the other harem rooms are filled with girls who get paid.
There is no paycheck in my future, and no saving my sister, if I continue to tell the truth about what I am.
“I was stolen,” I say, literally thinking on my feet. “Right from my bed. For no good reason.”
He lifts his eyebrow at me, tilting his chin down, so he’s looking at me with one of those condescending expressions that say, You’re full of shit. “You glowed downstairs, princess. Not well, I admit.”
Fuck him.
“But a glow is a glow. You’re a half-breed at the very least.”
Half-breed. As if there was such a thing.
There is no way to be a half-breed Cygnian princess. You either are one, or you’re not. And I am one. But maybe I don’t have to be?
Fun fact about Akeelian males.
They have two extra-long, extra-hard, extra-thick cocks.
But the only time you know they have two cocks is right after they come. Because one requires the other to emerge. Which means fucking an Akeelian is never quick or easy.
“I was brought here,” I snarl at him, trying to pull off an attitude. But my eyes are stuck on his body. And even though I’ve already seen him shirtless, he was sweaty and dirty and now he’s clean, and smells like a fucking planet.
For sun’s sake. Why? Why did I mouth off up in the harem room? Surely, if I had just kept my trap shut I’d have ended up somewhere better than here. With him.
He slides his jaw to the side, gritting his teeth, clearly as irritated at my presence in his quarters as I am at being here. “Why were you brought here?”
“I dunno. Maybe the note floating in front of my tits explains the situation. I’m a fucking slave, remember? And I’m magnetically bound to this… this stupid wall. Obviously I didn’t put myself here.”
He and his little hovering bot walk towards me. Naked. Because of course he is. His two cocks swinging between his legs like… like a fucking alpha Akeelian who obviously just jerked off in his shower because that’s the only way both his stupid, super-long, super-hard, super-thick cocks would be visible.
Gross.
His hand swipes through the glowing green letters emblazoned in front of my breasts, dismissing it. Then he snatches the note from the ribbon and opens up what is not really a note, but more like a thick packet of printed papers.
Paper. Who the hell uses paper?
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he says, rubbing two fingers alongside his temple.
He didn’t bother to shave, I notice, then internally chastise myself for noticing. But also because now that he’s had a shower and washed the blood off, the stubble is mostly… attractive.
“What?” I ask. “What do they say?” I lean forward as far as I can, but a sharp sting shoots through my body, forcing me to recoil back. “Shock bracelets?” I say, so pissed off. “You’ve bound me in shock bracelets?”
It’s not just bracelets, either. They are on my ankles and my legs are spread—not quite wide open, but near enough. So a second shock slides up my legs too.
“Stop shocking me!”
“You’re shocking yourself, princess.” Then he tilts his head a little and adds. “If you really are a princess.”
“You have some nerve,” I say, then regret it. Maybe if I wasn’t a princess I could get out if here? Gain my freedom and go save Nyleena?
I know for a fact that Harem Station only keeps Cygnian princesses as captive slaves. All the other harem rooms are filled with girls who get paid.
There is no paycheck in my future, and no saving my sister, if I continue to tell the truth about what I am.
“I was stolen,” I say, literally thinking on my feet. “Right from my bed. For no good reason.”
He lifts his eyebrow at me, tilting his chin down, so he’s looking at me with one of those condescending expressions that say, You’re full of shit. “You glowed downstairs, princess. Not well, I admit.”
Fuck him.
“But a glow is a glow. You’re a half-breed at the very least.”
Half-breed. As if there was such a thing.
There is no way to be a half-breed Cygnian princess. You either are one, or you’re not. And I am one. But maybe I don’t have to be?
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Twenty years before Serpint brought Queen Corla home to Harem Station she met Crux for the very first time. They were destined to be soul mates but could never be together. All they had was just one night.
This is the story of Crux and Corla and how all the outlaw brothers came to reside on Harem Station. Meant to be read after Booty Hunter and before Big Dicker it contains a star-crossed love story and secrets that are as deep and dark as space itself.
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Welcome to Mighty Minions Resort.
Jimmy’s personal hell. All Jimmy wants is a booster shot of DNA scrambler so he never has to find his one-true soul mate. But life rarely goes the way you plan it. After dropping Xyla off on Blue Sand Beach for a little vacay with her sexbot girlfriends the Big Dicker has to make an emergency landing on the demon-themed Mighty Minions Resort. Picture hordes of exasperated parents, sticky, crying kids, and a park AI that seems determined to suck every credit out of his Harem Station bank account. The only good thing about Mighty Minions from Jimmy’s perspective—it’s not the place you meet your soul mate. Until outlaw Cygnian princess, Delphi, shows up and shatters all his best-laid plans. But Delphi isn’t there to fall in love with Jimmy. She’s there to kidnap him and take him back to her boss, the Loathsome One. Big Dicker is a full-length, romp-y, Sci-Fi Alien Romance that features hot, soul-mate sex on a family-friendly resort, a sentient ship with a strip poker problem, three drunk-outlaw sexbots on vacay, a crazy, but misunderstood, dragonbee bot, and an evil villainess who has big plans for Jimmy’s sperm.
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JA Huss is the New York Times Bestselling author of 321 and has been on the USA Today Bestseller's list 21 times in the past five years. She writes characters with heart, plots with twists, and perfect endings.
Her books have sold millions of copies all over the world, the audio version of her semi-autobiographical book, Eighteen, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award and an Audie Award in 2016 and 2017 respectively. Her audiobook, Mr. Perfect, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award in 2017. Her audiobook, Taking Turns, was nominated for an Audie Award in 2018. Five of her book were optioned for a TV series by MGM television in 2018. And her book, Total Exposure, was nominated for a RITA Award in 2019.
She lives on a ranch in Central Colorado with her family.
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