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Nila Weaver's family is indebted. Stolen, taken, and bound not by  monsters but by an agreement written over six hundred years ago, she has  no way out.

She belongs to Jethro as much as she denies it.

Jethro Hawk's patience is running out. His inheritance gift tests,  challenges, and surprises him-and not in good ways. He hasn't leashed  her but he thinks he might've found a way to bind her forever.

Debts are mounting. Payment waiting.

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Choosing Riley

S.E. Smith

Things take a turn for the worse when Riley St. Claire is kidnapped by  aliens and forced to choose a mate. The problem is, it would have been  better, and safer, for the aliens if they had left Riley back on Earth.

Copyright 2014 S. E. Smith

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Epilogue

About The Author

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Chapter 1

"Choose," the disembodied voice said.

Choose? Choose what? Riley thought, looking around her in disbelief at  the rock walls. Choose to get the fuck out of this crazy nightmare?  Hell, yeah. Choose to kill the bastards who put me in this miserable  spot? Oh, hell yeah. Choose …

Riley jerked when she felt the ice-cold claw poke her in the back for  the third time. Looking around, she followed the arm of the creature  standing next to her as it pointed down over the edge of a small  platform. She really was trying for that nice stage of being totally  zoned out, but the damn creatures who kidnapped her twenty days before  had an annoying habit of bringing her back to the unfortunate situation  she was in.

"Choose," the nearly eight-foot-tall stick figure said again, this time losing some of the disembodied tone.

Riley couldn't help the little smirk that lifted the corner of her  mouth. She really couldn't. After the first week of captivity, she had  moved from being mind-numbingly terrified to just downright pissed off  at life. She figured if she was going to die, she might as well do what  she did best: piss everyone off around her. That was what had gotten her  into this situation in the first place-her big mouth and smart-ass  attitude.

Okay, maybe she shouldn't have pissed off her boss by telling him what  he could do with his wandering hands when he grabbed her ass for the  third time that day. Better yet, she shouldn't have broken his nose, his  hand, and more than likely his nuts since he had been screaming more  than an octave or two higher than a soprano. Yeah, that probably wasn't  the smartest thing to do. Especially since his daddy happened to be the  local sheriff. She was a bail bondsman, for heaven's sake. Any freaking  idiot should have known better than to mess with her. Her line of work  required she know a certain amount of self-defense.

God, she thought. I really should have never taken that job.

When her boss swore she would never leave town alive after she beat the  shit out of him, she figured it was time to get the hell out of  Righteous, New Mexico. Of course, the fact her boss owned the local bail  bond company and had a somewhat lucrative business going with his daddy  should have been her first warning that something wasn't right, she'd  thought as she grabbed her purse and a large manila folder full of  incriminating evidence against both of them. Finding out that daddy and  junior were also running illegal weapons and drugs were definitely her  second and third warnings. Of course, the little tidbit of information  she had found that morning about the dead guy buried under the storage  unit had been the real reason she figured she had made a bad mistake.  That information was now safely tucked into the manila folder stuffed in  her purse, and it had gone along with her as she left the small town  she had been living in for the past six months as fast as her old Ford  could drive.

She actually might have had a chance to live a little longer if a series  of life's usual little hiccups hadn't been blessed upon her. Again. Of  course, if the car had been further than one push to the nearest  junkyard it would have helped her great nonexistent getaway plans. It  would have been better yet if the damn car hadn't broken down just over  the state line on the outskirts of the desert. She knew she should have  purchased a new one last month, but she was such a tightwad she wanted  to get every last mile out of it. And boy, did she!

Oh, and she couldn't forget her best idea yet-getting in a truck with a  guy who had more piercings and tattoos than a model for Prick Magazine  instead of walking the three miles to the bar she had seen a roadside  sign for.

No, I had to get my fat-Riley sighed. No, my maturely figured ass into the scum-bucket's truck.

Riley sighed again. I really, really should have taken those anger  management classes like my sainted sister, Tina, said I needed.

Unable to keep the grin off her face, Riley thought back to the look on  the pierced, tattooed guy's face when she shot him the bird as he drove  off leaving her in the middle of that godforsaken hell's beach just as  it was getting dark.

Give him a fucking blow job if I wanted a ride out of the desert, Riley thought savagely. Not bloody likely.

She showed him! As soon as he pulled over to the side of the road she  had been out of the truck cussing him up one side and down the other.  Her Grandma Pearl would have been proud of her. She remembered every  cuss word her grandmother ever said and a few her grandma probably  didn't even know. Of course, he had left her mature ass in the middle of  nowhere.

Riley thought she was a goner until she had seen all those little lights  coming toward her. How the hell was she supposed to know the fucking  aliens had messed up where Area 51 was and ended up in Nowhere, Arizona?  Riley had thought she was about to be rescued by a dwarf biker gang  riding dirt bikes, not some alien spaceship out for a Monday night  cruise for well-endowed women.

"Choose!" the tall creature growled out loudly.

Riley cleared her throat before turning to the stick-figured alien  dwarfing her. "Choose what?" she asked, unable to hold back the slightly  crazed giggle that had been threatening to escape her.

She giggled again at finally making the creature's blank face break into  a frustrated scowl. The creature slowly fisted its clawed hands before  its shoulders actually drooped.

"Choose a male," Antrox 785 said wearily.

Riley raised her perfectly arched eyebrows at the creature before  turning to look at the selection of men who had been paraded in while  she had been reflecting on how her attitude might have played a part in  her present predicament. She had been watching haphazardly as a  different female-at least she thought they were female-had been led to  stand where she was now. She was told-in a rather rude manner if you  asked her-that she was being given the last choice because of her being  so disagreeable, unpleasant, and downright ugly. She had, of course,  taken it all in stride until the last comment and had to be restrained  again after she‘d punched the stickman guarding her in what she hoped  was his balls. Whatever the creatures had under their tunics, it laid  the guy out cold.         

     



 

Now, she was staring at one eight-foot-tall glob of green, oozing snot,  something resembling a two-foot, two-headed lizard, and three  six-foot-four or more drop-dead gorgeous hunks. Riley's eyes widened. If  it wasn't for the fact that she was thirstier than hell so she didn't  have the capacity to produce enough spit, she would have sworn she was  drooling.

She could tell by their build and their eyes and maybe the markings on  their arms, chest, and shoulders, oh and did she mention their sharp  teeth as they growled at the stick-alien, that they weren't human, but  man-oh-man did they look yummy! Riley thought dreamily for a moment  before perking up again.

"What happens to the males that aren't chosen?" Riley asked curiously, never taking her eyes off the three males.

"They will be used as food," Antrox said with a frown. "Choose! All  mated males will be kept to work in the mines. Mated males are easier to  control as they are protective of their female. Now choose your male!"

"What if I don't want to choose a male?" Riley asked sarcastically as  she turned to face the tall creature next to her. "What if I don't feel  like choosing a male? What if I don't even like males?" Riley added.

Right at that moment, she honestly believed she might not ever like any  male ever again! After all, it was men who had started this whole  hateful series of events starting with her no-good, dim-witted boss.  Now, this overgrown toothpick expected her to just pick one of the  bastards and mate with him?

That is so seriously not going to happen. Restraints or not, I will beat  the shit out of any guy who tries to mate with me, she thought  fiercely.