I thought by the time I got to Alien Rescue it would be a quick easy write.
Then COVID happened and we had a lockdown that stretched into four long months. It became a long depressing winter and although I wrote, I wasn't happy with anything I put on the page.
It feels like it took forever, but I love this story and I can't wait for everyone to read it. Rose and Zanr are perfect together.

Although this book slots in at number four in the series, this is the last book in the Zyrgin Warrior Series. Though I am not done with the Zyrgin's yet. I have written a bit of the Zyrgin Scars which will be five books, then the stories of Zacar's brothers in the unclaimed galaxies and the series that will start with Zorlof.

Next up will be the five cyborg books that will finish the Tunrian Cyborgs series.

I hope everyone enjoys Zanr and Rose's story as much as I did.



EXCERPT

In Rose’s dreams she proved herself, but then the dream twisted, turning into a nightmare. She begged Parnell to let her out of that shallow grave and he scorned her, telling her she wasn’t worthy, would never be good enough.
This time in her nightmare, a strange-looking being haunted her dream, as well. The strange man-being was dressed in a metal uniform and had a green-and-copper face. He kept her trapped inside a large cube made from the same silver as his uniform. She screamed and screamed, but no one knew she was trapped. She was back in the suitcase, unable to move, and her kidnappers ignored her screams.
“Quiet, my breeder, you are all right,” the silver man-being said, in a voice like electrified lightning. His shiny uniform made her eyes water. She gratefully gave in to the darkness.
Someone held a cup to her lips. She was thirsty, but she wanted to sleep. “G’way, man-being, wanna sleep.”
“Drink, my breeder.” She remembered that voice—shouldn’t trust him—cool water on her tongue, and she drank greedily. Something about his words was wrong, but she couldn’t figure out what nagged at her.
She fell asleep mid-swallow.
Rose woke, and if she were stronger, she’d have jumped from the bed and run to a water source. Spiders tugged at her hair. She tried to lift her arm to brush them off, but she was too weak. Rose moaned; she hated spiders and creepy things with too many legs. They always found their way into the hole whenever she tried to prove herself.
“Calm, my breeder.” The voice was deep and belonged to the silver-and-gold devil. “I killed the spiders. They cannot harm you.” He said, sounding resigned, as if he’d told her that many times before.
“Nice man-being,” she murmured and patted him, then fell asleep.
The next time she woke, the metal-clad stranger was doing something to her hair. Normally she didn’t like anyone messing with her hair, but it was strangely soothing. She fell asleep before she even finished the thought.
She woke, and she didn’t know how, but she knew she’d woken many times before in this silver place. But now her brain was clear. Something with lots of big, white teeth, bigger and sharper than human teeth, stared down at her. “Crocodiles are extinct.”
“That is a very interesting fact, my breeder. You are a clever female.” He patted her head, and if she didn’t feel so weak, she’d have bitten his hand.
“Are you going to eat me? I don’t think I’ll make good crocodile food. You want to look for someone with more meat on their bones.” Never had she been so grateful for being on the scrawny side.
A loud sigh. “I am not a crocodile. I will not eat you, my breeder. Drink this water—no, don’t spit it out.”
She woke again and the crocodile held her upright. Rose stared up at him. He wasn’t even remotely like the picture of the crocodile she once saw. He was tall and muscled, really well built, with wide shoulders and narrow hips. Even the bone structure in his face was good. Strong and masculine, his recessed ears somehow fit him, and the ridge on his head gave him a dangerous appearance without making him look creepy. She squinted and it hurt to do even that.
His face contorted, became mixed up in her nightmares where he wasn’t humanlike. “Not a crocodile, a Komodo dragon.” That was what he was. She was sure of it. Somehow they didn’t become extinct like they said on that program on the TC. They’d survived in isolation on that island and had evolved into man-beings. She weakly patted the claw holding a silver cup. In dreams you could pat a dragon. “Nice dragon.” Darkness took her again.
When she woke again, she tried to rub her itching nose and stared in horror at her arms. Her hands were gone. Eaten up by the dragon. She burst into loud tears.
“Why are you crying?” the upright-walking Komodo dragon asked her as if it was nothing that he’d eaten her hands.
“You ate my hands. I want to touch my nose, because it itches, and you ate my hands, you horrible Komodo dragon, and now I can’t touch anything.”
She thought she heard him sigh. “I have told you, I am not a dragon and I didn’t eat your hands. If I wanted to eat you, I’d go for the softer bits.”
She clutched her arms over her stomach, and he gave another loud sigh and reached down and pulled up the sleeves of the flannel pajamas she wore. “See, here are your small hands—safe.”
Rose beamed at him. “You didn’t eat my hands.” She giggled. “My pajamas ate them.” Something was very wrong with her. Even in her dreams, she never giggled.
“You are pleasingly small, my breeder, but it is difficult to find clothes to fit you. Most of them seem to eat you.”
“Dragons have flannel pajamas? Who knew?” She slept again, vaguely aware of the dragon tugging on her hair again.

https://www.amazon.com/Alien-Rescue-Z...