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Amazon.com: Alien Rescuers: Chronicles of Arcon eBook : Seagraves, Janice: Kindle Store
The night before he’s to be sold in a slave auction, the Arcon, Saber Daystar, is rescued by the human, Mouse, an independent scrappy thief.
Zinnia Field, a.k.a. Mouse, needs the hunky Arcon’s remarkable night-sight to help her steal information on where her mentor is being held prisoner.
As they race to the rescue, will the sparks that fly between them get in the way of the rescue attempt?
Excerpt:
Saber Daystar had an itchy, creepy sensation crawling up
his spine. His attention swung to a pair of piercing blue eyes, watching him
intently through a small hole in the window. He gave a start then scrambled to his feet. Someone’s outside my window? “How did you...? That window is
constructed from thick, escape-proof plas-glass.”
“Never mind how,” said a female in a soft voice. “Is it
true Arcons can run fast, make excellent bodyguards, and see well in the
ultraviolet range?”
“Who are you?” He approached the window with
tentative steps. “What are you up to?” “Answer
my question then I’ll answer yours,” she shot back.
“Seems an odd way to inspect the slaves for tomorrow’s
auction. So, you checked the auction catalogue and found me. The last Arcon in
the galaxy.” He peered through the opening, observing the female’s button nose
and fringe of brown hair.
“Hell no. I hate slavery.” She moved so she could stare at
him with one eye then arched an eyebrow. “You’re wasting time.”
“An exchange of information then?” He paused. What do I have to lose? “My people can
see in the dark and well into the ultraviolet. We are known for our speed and
fierce in our duty.
Your turn. Now start talking.”
“Awesome sauce, that’s exactly what I need.” She bounced up
and down. “I’ve got a laser cutting tool that burns through all this shit. So,
do you want to get out of here or what?”
He tensed. The
audacity of the proposal had him momentarily speechless. Does she need a bodyguard or a free slave? “Who wouldn’t? I’m being
sold in the morning.”
“Agree to help me, then I’ll rescue you from this hellhole.”
She turned slightly away from the window like she might leave. “Your choice.”