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They were wrong.
The giant humanoid inhabitants of Omega IV are conditioned to the Change—a biological event in their development that designates them altha or amekha—but for the new colony of humans, the Change comes as an unpleasant surprise.
Dr Cameron Grant, bitter after a turbulent break-up, finds himself in a first-contact situation that was never covered in training. The alien warrior Tal'jen, seven feet tall and distinctly male, has taken an interest in him, an interest with a clear and pressing conclusion. Dr Grant can't deny his attraction, even as his body undergoes strange and frightening changes. Whatever is happening to him, it's obvious that Tal'jen understands it instinctively. He will have to place himself in the hands of an alien and hope that Tal'jen's interest is as benign as it seems.
Meanwhile, Tal'jen, chief-in-waiting of his people, seeks a mate. The handsome and strange Cam'ren of the newcomers calls to him powerfully, though he has not yet gone through his Change. To be chief Tal'jen must mate with a bearer, so while he longs to claim Cam'ren for his own, he must be patient and hope that Cam'ren's Change will grant him the gift of bearing young.
As the Change spreads through the human colony, leaving chaos in its wake, Cameron and Tal'jen must fight to protect both the delicate bond growing between them, and each other.
This book is first in the Omega Colony series, however it can be read as a stand-alone title.
This book features adult content and language, sexual situations, and male pregnancy.
209 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 27, 2018




"You are beautiful to me, and I want nothing more than to mate with you, and keep you always safe and happy and well. I will watch over you, until your time comes and you are Changed. And then, if you will allow it, I will watch over you until we are made smoke, and join the ancestors in the sky."




He leans back, looking me over. Maybe he’s as curious about me as I am about him. Well, that’s good. He’s friendly, maybe, and I can— He’s pushing my hands down, sliding slick over his belly and into the water and, holy shit he’s wrapping them around his cock. This is completely not in the first contact guidebook.
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Fuck, I’m gone. I push my tongue into his mouth and he lets me, touching his tongue to mine. I note that down in my head: The aliens have tongues, and they taste like brown buttery sugar. I can’t put that in my notes, fuck I can’t put any of this in my notes, but I suck on the tip of his tongue for a moment, enjoying how sweet, how lovely he is.