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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)

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She’s not just my property. She’s my pet.

Mara ran from me again today.
I caught her, of course. Now it’s time to teach her what happens to naughty girls.
But I’m not just going to pin my feisty little human to the wall and take what’s mine much more brutally than usual.

I’m going to put her on display wearing only a leash and collar and watch the ar*usal drip down her bare th!ghs as I show her the tail I’ll be adding to her outfit once I’ve spanked her a$$ red.
Then I’m going to breed her so h@rd she forgets all about being anything other than my little pet.

Publisher’s Note: Owning His Pet is a standalone romance that includes spankings, rough, intense sexual scenes, and strong D/s themes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book

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CHAPTER 1

Mara

“You’re human. You’re small. You’re weak. You’re wet. And you’re a very long way from home. You will serve me as my pet, and I will look after you as your master.”

The creature saying this to me is right about a lot of things. Compared to his towering alien frame, I am small. Given his massive muscular strength and the fact that he can easily hold me up scruffed with one hand, he is stronger than me too. I am wet because I almost drowned. It is also true that I am a lightyear away from where I started.

But I am not going to be his pet.

I could tell him that, but pictures are worth a thousand words, and actions are worth, like, a million.

I snap my teeth at his wrist. I catch blue scales and thick hide in my mouth. Neither one feels particularly bad, but they don’t yield beneath my bite. It’s like trying to chew through animal hide.

“One hundred percent attack, zero damage,” he laughs at me. “This is how you repay me for my kindness?”

“It’s not kindness if you’re trying to steal me from myself,” I argue.

Other aliens laugh on their way past. To them, I am already an alien’s pet. They come in a variety of shapes, sizes, and general limb and sensory configurations. There is an alien with its eyes on the outsides of its t-shaped head like a shark, and there is a sentient purple ball rolling around on its billion tentacles. Neither one of those could ever be considered pets. But as a human, I am free game in this part of the universe.

Nothing has gone right since I landed on this gods-forsaken station.

* * *

An hour ago…

My ship is sinking. This shouldn’t be happening because it’s a spaceship and I am docked on a remote station, but somehow I’m going to die like an old-timey pirate, except I’m being flooded by my own ship rather than by the ocean.

Water is flooding in through the lower compartment, which is particularly bad because the lower compartment is where the exit is, and the exit won’t open because it doesn’t like being underwater.

My father used to tell me if I tried to become a pirate I’d get scurvy, or end up with a parrot, both of which seemed like terrible fates to him. Even his paternal panic could never have conjured this.

“I’m not interested in being rescued,” I tell myself over and over. “I don’t need to be saved. I can do this myself. I can get out of it myself. I’m the rescuer. I don’t need help.”

Fuck me. I am going to die trapped in my own ship because of a series of design errors, which just feels like a real kick in the metaphorical testicles. I thought I’d die doing something cool, not becoming the victim of my own vessel.

“Clive!” I shout out to the ship’s automated brain. “Let me out!”

“Where would you like to go?”

“Anywhere there’s oxygen and not water.”

Clive hums to himself for a moment. I used to find that sound endearing. It was installed because otherwise he’d just go silent and I wouldn’t know if he was still online and calculating things, or if he’d stopped processing things entirely and just turned himself off. The latter happened at least a dozen times before I downloaded the humming DLC.

“Clive, I’ve got about five minutes before I drown,” I say desperately.

“Oh, no,” Clive says. “That is not accurate at all.”

“No?”

“You have three minutes and twenty-three seconds before you drown.”

“Okay. I need you to open the door at the bottom of the hull so that the water drains out.”

“I can’t do that. It’s sealed.”

“I know, but can’t you find some way around it?”

“It’s sealed,” Clive repeats.

“Fine. Then open the emergency hatch. Open anything that will get me out, or help the water to drain. I’m going to fucking die if you don’t!”

“There once was a ship who put to sea, and the name of the ship was a Billy of Tea…” Clive hums as he goes about pretending to try to help me.

This is it.

My last experience in this life is going to be arguing with a disinterested robot. I didn’t get to do anything I wanted to do. I didn’t get to steal a policeman’s hat. I didn’t get to see the library in the Horsehead Nebula. I never attended a single brawl-for-all-fight club for aliens who punch good, or drank absinthe, or even had a cigarette. To be fair, I never wanted a cigarette, but the fact I’ve never had one is suddenly very important for reasons psychologists might one day be able to explain to me.

I guess it just seems messed up that I haven’t had the chance to ruin my health myself, the traditional human way, and it looks like I’ll never get the chance to.

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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)

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It’s Mercy’s turn to find out what it means to have Papis of her own.

After living most of her life sequestered away, berated, and mistreated, Mercy finds herself in an arranged marriage that reeks of disaster. Is it too late to become a runaway bride?

Skarg and Kafran, two friends who arrived at Club Zoom together, aren’t surprised to find themselves scenting the same mate. They are shocked, however, to find her sitting in Zack’s office wearing a gaudy wedding dress.

Years of verbal abuse have caused Mercy to have severe body-image issues. It’s difficult for her to trust that no one on Eleadia will treat her so disrespectfully. If she can just find a way to be brave, she’ll discover the rest of her life will be filled with happiness.

Prepare to travel through the stars only if you’re brave enough to learn about oversized Papis and survive their very intimate care

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Chapter One

Mercy

“Let her in!”

“Yes, let her in!”

I’m stunned as about a dozen women surround me. I’ve been running so hard I’m out of breath. I don’t think I can continue, and maybe I won’t have to.

“John!” someone shouts. “Seriously. You have to let her in!”

I tip my head back to look at the sign above the entrance to the building.

Club Zoom.

Holy shit. I’m in front of Club Zoom?

“Hurry!” another woman squeals. “John! Have a heart.”

The women have completely swarmed around me, concealing me from the view of anyone nearby. They crowd in closer, pushing me. Bless them. There is some good left in humanity after all.

I assume John is the giant man blocking the entrance to the club, and he suddenly steps aside before taking my hand and helping me through the doorway.

As soon as I’m inside, he hurries me into a room, out of sight of anyone passing by on the street.

I take deep breaths. “Thank…you.” I’m panting from exertion.

John stands in front of me, rubbing his chin. His brow is furrowed in concern. “Runaway bride?”

I smirk. “How can you tell?” I pluck at the front of my wedding dress. It’s the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I feel like a beluga whale in it.

John glances at his watch. “It’s ten at night. Who gets married this late at night?”

I wince. “The wedding was at five,” I mutter.

“You’ve been running since before five?”

Swallowing hard, I shake my head.

John hesitates, then groans, and runs a hand down the front of his face. “Please tell me you aren’t married. I can’t let you into the club if you’re married.” He glances behind him.

When I follow his line of sight, I realize we’re not alone in this room. There are six other women in here. All of them are sitting around tables staring at me. On closer inspection, I notice they’re each holding a pen, filling out forms. Waivers.

I’ve heard about this club. Everyone has. No one can get in without signing a waiver indicating they realize the risk associated with entering. The risk being that they might get selected by one of the aliens and taken from the planet.

If only I could be that lucky. That’s not likely. I glance down at myself and cringe. I’m not a small woman by any stretch of the imagination, and this dress makes me look even more ridiculous.

“You shouldn’t be here,” John continues.

“Please,” I beg him as I lift my gaze. “If I could just stay for a while so I can think about what to do next. I promise I won’t move from this spot. He can’t get in here, right?”

John’s entire face scrunches up. “Your husband, you mean? A man you married just a few hours ago?”

I cringe at the title. Husband… That asshole can fuck himself for all I care. What he’s not going to do is fuck me. Ever. I just need to figure out how to get out of this mess.

A door opens across the room, and another man enters. He’s tall. About six and a half feet, but I don’t think he’s Eleadian. I’ve heard they’re all over seven feet.

His brow is pinched the same way John’s is. “What’s going on?” He looks me up and down.

John steps to the side and looks at the other man. “Got a runaway bride. The women in line out front surrounded her in some sort of female solidarity. They insisted I let her bypass the line so she could get inside.”

The man rolls his eyes and looks directly at me. “Were you being chased?”

I lick my lips. “Yes. I don’t know how close behind me he was, because I had a head start, but hopefully he passed right by the club when he didn’t see me out front.”

The new man nods to one side of the room. “Come into my office.”

Relieved, I follow him. It’s not easy. I have to gather up the layers of tulle to keep from tripping. The dress was almost too long even with the stupid heels I’d been wearing, but I ditched those ugly shoes before I jumped out of the limo at a stop light. I knew I wouldn’t be able to run in them, but now the fluffy tulle hangs past my feet, dragging. I’ll be lucky if I don’t trip and break my neck. Or maybe that would be the perfect end to my day.

“What’s your name?” the man asks as he pulls out a chair across from what I assume is his desk.

“Mercy.”

“I’m Zack, the manager of Club Zoom.” He pushes a folder across the desk toward me. “First things first. You really must sign the waiver if you’re going to be inside the club.”

“I promise I won’t enter the main club.”

He shakes his head. “Trust me. It doesn’t matter. The fact that you’re inside this building at all is enough to make me nervous.”

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