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YEA AN12360387_10207910508142905_9058390584883318694_n.jpgD VERILY, BEHOLD, AN EXCERPT HAS BEEN GIVEN:

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Written content Copyright © 2015 by Author Jennifer Fales/ J.A. Fales Publishing

*All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted for resale or gain, monetary or otherwise, without prior written permission from the author Jennifer Fales.*

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     “No.”

“What do you mean by no?” Drake frowned at the woman beside him.

“I mean NO.” His sister adjusted the collar on her STI uniform and deployed her best “don’t make me hit you in the nose with a rolled up newspaper” voice. “Stop staring at her. NOW.”

“Why?” Drake’s eyes followed the black-haired alien’s progress around the lab. The species was new to him, and he’d fought for or against just about everything in the quadrant at some point during his time in the service. The female’s expression remained aloof, and her movements held the sinuous grace of a predator. “Is little Miss Sexy Pants supposed to be a diplomat or something?”

“Drake Tyrus Envy.” Tyla pulled his full name from their mother’s bag of tricks as they watched the green-skinned beauty together. She began greeting their entire circuit of scientists, starting on the opposite side of the room. “For once in your life, stop embarrassing me and start sounding like you’re the head of security at a research station, not some horizontal dance instructor on a pleasure cruise.”

“Easy for you to say, silly scientist.” Her brother grinned. Drake only spoke that way to her, and he did it for the annoyance factor; it was downright adorable when she got all motherly and preachy. He drummed his fingers against his favorite battered sidearm—the one he’d nicknamed Lucy after it saved his life for the third time. “I’m the one they brought onboard to protect and serve, remember? To me, that looks like a lady in need of some good, old-fashioned Envy-style servicing.”

“Congratulations. Every time I think you’ve reached the pinnacle of disgustingness, you manage to exceed my expectations. And, for your information, she’s here to serve, too; that’s Greening.”

“You’re shitting me.” Drake didn’t bother with the usual clean language routine; she was one of the last two remaining members of his family. Now that he was on the civilian side, certain protocols were expected. It was a relief being able to drop them with Raze and Tyla. “I am supposed to believe that pretty piece of fluff is a candidate for security? This is a joke right?”

“Not in the slightest, numb-nuts.”

“Seriously? So let me get this straight.” There was no way in hell the creature was carrying any weapons, let alone posing a threat to anyone. Not unless a killer body beneath a skin-tight suit was supposed to cause heart attacks and subsequent death. “An unarmed, green girlie-girl in a neon-lined unitard is joining my detail, and no one thought, “I know, let’s run this by Drake first?”

“Zip it before she hears you.” Tyla lowered her voice to a hiss. “She’s wearing black, like the rest of your men, okay? And you didn’t even glance at this morning’s comm briefing, did you? If you did, you’d know Greening is one of about eleven syllables in her name—the only one her people thought we stood a shot at pronouncing.”

 

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