D.L. Jackson’s Last Flight of the Ark!
Posted by mahalia2010
Within the last year I’ve had several requests from readers to bring back Last Flight of the Ark. So, I dusted it off and contracted it with Decadent Publishing. I had a great editor, who suggested a few areas to expand it. The resulting final novel contains some scenes that weren’t in the original, including Melissa’s crash landing of the Ark.
Here’s a little tease from Last Flight of the Ark:
The lift clanged to a stop and the door slid open. He stepped into the bay and headed for the quarters that housed the predators and his nemesis, Sheba. In a few hours, he could turn her over to the planet’s care and she’d no longer be his problem. It wouldn’t be soon enough.
He walked up on Jessica, peering over her shoulder into the cage at a snarling Sheba. The bitch caught sight of Kaleb and backed up with a whine, sinking to her belly.
“I’ll be,” Jessica muttered. “She’s submitting to you.” Her ponytail smacked him in the face as she turned. He flinched and knocked it out of his eyes.
“She’s not stupid.” He glared at Sheba, whose tail thumped against the floor. Her golden eyes studied him. “She knows I mean business.”
Jessica grinned. “I don’t think that’s it. I think she’s got a crush on you. She likes you.”
“Sheba’s the alpha female. She doesn’t submit to anyone but the alpha male. Hence the reason she bit Lobo. He’s not alpha enough.” Jessica eyed Kaleb. “Apparently you are, sir.”
“Will she let me in the cage?”
Jessica shrugged. “She’s not growling, and we’ve got to try something. I’d hate to tranq her again. Use that catchpole over there with the loop in the end.”
He nodded and snagged the pole. One way or another, someone had to go in there. If Sheba liked him, it might as well be him. “Open the door when I say and get the tranq gun in case she gets ugly. First sign of aggression, put her out. I’d rather keep my arm.” He’d request they import another if this didn’t go well. He eyed the wolf. “Sorry, sweetheart, I have priorities. Just be a good girl, and everything will be fine.”
Jessica loaded a cartridge into the gun. “Ready?”
Kaleb nodded and Jessica opened the door. He stepped inside and it clanged shut behind him. “Hey, girl.”
With a growl that sounded more like a roar, Sheba launched from the corner. Her paws landed on his chest, knocking him to the floor. Kaleb only had seconds to register her open jaws and large teeth. He threw his forearm over his throat. Sheba latched on, sinking into flesh. A crunch and then sharp pain shot up his arm. Oh, God. Her teeth had pierced bone.
“Shoot her!” The bitch shook her head side to side, shredding flesh, and wouldn’t stop until she’d ripped his arm off or torn out his throat. “Anytime…ahhh.” Crunch. Easing her grip and then clamping back down on another part of his arm, she backed up and tried to pull his limb from where he’d blocked her access to his jugular. It was the wolf or him. “Kill her!” Little flickers of light swam before his eyes as pain exploded through his body. “Now!”
The tranq popped and was followed by a yelp from Sheba, who released his arm and staggered back. Blood dripped from her muzzle and stained her white fur. She swayed and dropped to the floor with a snort. Her front paw dug at air as she fought the drug.
“Omigod.” Jessica threw the door open and rushed to his side. “You okay?”
Kaleb glanced at his blood-soaked sleeve. “She likes me, huh?” He cringed as pain radiated from his fingers to his shoulder. Last time he’d trust a smiling female. They were all trouble.
Jessica helped him to sit up and ripped his sleeve open, staring at the bite. Blood pumped from the wound and formed a puddle on the floor. “Can you walk to the med-bay?”
“Does it look like she bit my leg?” he snarled.
With Last Flight of the Ark done, I’ve worked a little bit on the sequel. Ah, yes. A sequel. For those of you that have read the original I’ve also had readers ask me a little bit about what follows. Is there another story? The answer is yes, and I’ve been working a bit on it.
Here’s an excerpt from Jericho’s Fall:
It took him seconds to break into her room. Locks had never stopped him and with his enhanced hearing and sense of smell, he could avoid anyone patrolling the barracks. He slipped into her room, as unnoticed by those on duty outside as he was by the resident within.
Jericho crossed the room and stood by her bed, unable to do anything but stare. If he touched her, he’d lose control. Every breath, every sigh, the rise and fall of her breasts beckoned to him. He curled his fists at his sides. Why had he come here? This was a fool’s game. Terrans and hybrids didn’t belong together, couldn’t be together. Yet he yearned for the small Terran female, unlike any woman before. He opened his mouth and inhaled her scent, tasting her in the air as a predator that tracked prey.
She’d showered, changed, but she still smelled of that same addictive scent that brought him here, one he hadn’t been able to get out of his head since he’d caught a whiff of her.
She had a citrus smell with a touch of mint and sex. Whatever pheromones he kicked off, her body seemed to unconsciously like. He could smell her arousal the moment she’d seen him. He usually didn’t have a problem walking away from females, but this little bird was different.
From her earthy odors to her delicate features, she’d sunk into his system like a narcotic. The longer he stared, the more aware he became of everything that made her, her.
She shifted in her sleep, flinging the covers from her body and whimpering, rocking her hips. He lifted his nose in the air again, drawing in the delicate fragrance of her sexual awareness. Even asleep she seemed to know she was in the presence of a potential mate.
Her fingers slipped down into her panties and she touched her heat. Rubbing. Caressing. He shifted on his feet, his erection growing impossibly hard. Painful.
A soft moan followed as she worked her fingers in and out, rubbing, stroking, as though she knew he watched and wanted to drive him wild. The smell of sex seeped into his senses, overloading his brain with desire. Impossible to ignore, calling to his baser desires, his primitive nature.
Just as he reached to help her find climax, her hand came out of her underwear and she rolled to her side, placing her back to him, still in the throes of sleep. Jericho stared at her ass, clad in a pair of lacy red panties, the crotch soaked with her juices. He could take a bite out of that bottom. Fuck her from behind. Drive into her until she screamed his name in pleasure.
The muscle in his jaw ticked, cramped from how he’d clenched it. He could fight all he wanted, but the truth was he didn’t want to. Unable to resist further, he reached out and touched her dark hair, sliding the strands between his fingers. Softer than down.
Need. Gods. He leaned closer and sniffed. She sighed and shifted to her back, bringing her mouth a fraction of an inch from his. Sweet, warm breath. She licked her lips and they parted slightly.
Her taste. The sound of her pulse. Jericho growled low in his throat.
Sparrow’s eyes snapped open. She opened her mouth and his hand clamped over it before she could scream. He climbed on the bed, straddling her hips and leaned in staring into her eyes. The pupils grew a little larger, not fear or stress, but need, making him a lot harder. The woman wanted to fuck and he was going to give it to her.
“Did you know you touch yourself in your sleep?” Jericho shifted his position, slipping a knee between her legs and forcing them open. Her pulse jumped, he could feel it throbbing on the inside of her thigh, teasing him.
She gave her head a slight shake. A muffled hum came from under his hand. Her pupils enlarged a fraction of an inch more. No, Sparrow wasn’t afraid of him.
She should be.
“If I move my hand and you scream, it will be the last thing you do. Do you understand?”
“Good, girl.” He slipped his hand from her mouth and pressed his lips against her ear. “Where are they holding Dace?” Not that he really cared at the moment. He’d come here for one reason, and one reason only, but she didn’t need to know that just yet.
“In a secure area, three floors below the surface, but you can’t go down there.”
Thrum, thrum, thrum. Her heart danced in her chest. She shifted and creamed her panties again.
“Stop what?” she asked, bewilderment in her voice.
“I can smell you,” he growled and felt her shiver underneath him, creaming again. “Stop wiggling under me. Unless you’re looking to get screwed.” He lifted his hips up, breaking contact, and held her gaze. “Hard.”
“Oh.” She swallowed and turned to look at the door. Even in the dark, Jericho could see as she turned a deep scarlet. This time, she held perfectly still, not taking him up on the dare.
“Don’t even think about running.” He slid his hand down her body, grabbing her ass and giving it a squeeze.
“I wasn’t. I was listening for the personal on duty. How did you get in here?” She turned back to him, confusion on her face, her forehead furrowed.
“Does it matter?” He gave her a wicked smile. “I am here. You found me. Now what do you plan to do now that you have?” The temperature of her body spiked and more liquid heat flooded between her thighs. He dragged his finger along her skin, drawing a line between her breasts. Up and down he traced the boundary, knowing once he crossed it, he wouldn’t stop. “Do you want to have sex, little bird?”
Thanks for stopping by. I hope you enjoyed the excerpt from Last Flight of the Ark, and the sneak peek at my work in progress, Jericho’s Fall.
Attention Kindle lovers!
Last Flight of the Ark will be available two days before the official release at Amazon for $2.99. As of August 2nd, it will be available at all other retailers at its regular price. (Buy Link here. I should have this by Wednesday at the latest.)
Thanks for stopping by and helping me to re-launch one of my favorite novels. Please stop by my website, http://www.authordljackson.com, to read excerpts of all my published work and get updates on new releases and ongoing projects.
D. L. Jackson