Sleeping Nova (Galactic Breeding Program 1)
Author: ML Uberti
Cover Art: Bryan Keller
BIN: 009637-03124
Genres: Action Adventure, Everand Subscription Service, Futuristic, Romance, Sci-Fi
Themes: Alien Encounters, Military, Veterans, and First Responders, New Adult
Series: Galactic Breeding Program (#1)
Book Length: Novel
Page Count: 138
Sold. When her father contracts her to the Galactic Breeding Program, Briar Perrault is forced to go to a planet in another galaxy to be mated with an alien she has never met, one who clearly is not excited about the prospect of a Human bride.
Axic Seven has spent his life serving his world’s military, accomplished and proud, and believes Humans are a necessary evil -- perfect for procreation but otherwise weak and inane.
When Briar challenges those beliefs, Axic finds himself fascinated with her strength and humor. But will it be too late to win her heart by the time he realizes she is meant to be his happily ever after?
Praise for Sleeping Nova (Galactic Breeding Program 1)
"This is rather an interesting plot... I enjoyed the character of Briar. She is a sweet woman who has times of bravery and when she gives you her heart, she loves with everything she has. Everyone she meets, she ends up charming with her innocence and the ability to overlook anyone’s faults. I loved when they did finally get together sexually. It’s incredibly hot and you can tell how much they wanted each other."
-- 4.5 Stars from Dryas, Long & Short Reviews
Sleeping Nova (Galactic Breeding Program 1)
ML Uberti
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Copyright ©2020 ML Uberti
“Damn, did the entire planet show up today?” my friend and fellow soldier Etch asked, looking over the mob awaiting the arriving transport ship.
I chuckled, eyeing the expansive crowd jockeying for space near the platform where the ships landed and took off in our region of Aufero, or more properly, Kyderai. Humans called us Aufero, so I supposed that that’s what we were.
Humans. To me, they were mindless and inadequate. They didn’t have our technology, our resources, couldn’t adapt to extreme weather conditions, couldn’t survive for days without food. They couldn’t even speak more than one or two languages. My men and I were fluent in two hundred and seventeen languages, and we were grunts. Most diplomats spoke nearly a thousand.
Simpletons, the whole lot of them. All they were good for was a place to put your dick. And on the ship that was landing, there would be five more, all here for one reason -- to be the hole where you put your dick. “She better have a pretty nice pussy if the entire planet is here to fuck her,” I joked and Etch shook his head.
“Sick man. I’ll fuck her, but not with another dick along for the ride. I’m a one woman/one dick kind of guy.” He straightened his shoulders and swiped at an imaginary speck of dust.
“And the last time you fucked a woman was…” I let my words trail off as Etch threw up an obscene hand gesture in reply.
“If the women on this planet weren’t mostly two hundred seventy years old and wrinkled and…” he shuddered. “I know that Mav will fuck the elderly, but I draw the line at anyone over two hundred fifty.”
Here in Kyderai, we didn’t have naturally-born women under two hundred years of age. Because of a genetic mutation, only male children were birthed, most likely because of our body’s overabundance of testosterone. An excellent byproduct when you were a defense-leading planet with thousands in an army, our bodies equipped with natural and imbedded weaponry under our skin. But when it came to sustaining multiple generations, it became trickier. Technology had been used to try to create female children in test tubes, but they didn’t end up the same as birthed females, unable to take our seed and make children.
Then the Humans stepped in with their breeding programs, since apparently weak, docile little Earth girls were able to get pregnant with anything that breathed. Good for them. They could do little else, but at least they had that going for them. And now, we had five more on the way. Any male over the age of one hundred had been placed into a lottery. How many times your name was entered was determined by rank, class, and battle experience, which meant Etch, Mav, and the rest of my squadron had a hell of a good chance of ending up with one of these women.
We had been fighting for our world for many, many years and built up a portfolio of impressive successes. I had the scars on my skin to prove it.
But I seriously did not want a Human female of my own. Sure, kids were great. Kyderati had a natural and biological urge to procreate. But I had been born and bred to be a soldier, which meant I didn’t spend a hell of a lot of time on the home planet thinking about women, hanging out and playing card games, drinking liquor and watching sports. I spent the majority of my time in space, out on urgent weaponry necessary matters, helping to defend our allies, attacking our enemies, and protecting our planet. I loved being a soldier. It was more than a calling and a birthright. My entire purpose was fulfilled by military endeavors great and small.
I had also been born big, strong, virile. Most the men on Kyderai were -- nearly ninety-five percent of us. The other five percent weren’t able because of physical limitations. Some planets didn’t allow those with imperfections to be born. Kyderati didn’t believe that. Any life was precious. As long as they were Kyderati.
“Are the other Humans here?” Etch asked, looking over the gathering from the dais where officers like he and I were standing, above the rest of the crowd.
“I’m sure they are, but there are three of them. Not going be able to make them out in a group of thousands,” I muttered, even though my eyes scanned the horde to see if I could spot them.
They’d been here only a month, brought on the last ship, and the lottery paired them up with two officers and one of the higher ranking politicians -- a sleazy prick named Larren who didn’t deserve a pet, let alone a woman to breed with. He had approved three missions where I lost men, and we weren’t compensated for their loss. I’m certain he was, but our planet hadn’t been and my men had been stiffed. He had no honor, and I had no doubt the Human who ended up with him was getting fucked, more ways than one.
But what did I care? Wasn’t my business. I came here to see who won this stupid thing, go home and relax for two days until our next mandate, a defending gig at Haec Hec. Something easy for a change, or so they said. But if Larren had booked it, we’d probably end up in the middle of a disaster.
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