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Alien Disruption: Captured by Aliens, #4
Alien Disruption: Captured by Aliens, #4
Alien Disruption: Captured by Aliens, #4
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Alien Disruption: Captured by Aliens, #4

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The explosive boom not only interrupted Morgan’s sleep, but signaled the arrival of a larger than life alien who thoroughly disrupts her boring, uncomplicated life. He’s fuzzy, muscular, and needs her help to fix his ship before the bounty hunter on his tail gets to them both. And Morgan discovers big aliens lead to big problems. 

LanguageEnglish
Release dateSep 22, 2016
ISBN9781536579185
Alien Disruption: Captured by Aliens, #4

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Alien Disruption - Jaide Fox

Captured by Aliens 3.5:

Alien Disruption

Jaide Fox

Copyright October 2015 by Jaide Fox

Cover art by Eliza Black, © copyright June 2016

www.jaidefoxbooks.com

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter One

An explosive boom rattled the bedroom walls and window, ripping Morgan Duvall from sleep. Alarmed and dazed, she sat up and groggily stumbled in the dark through the house to the front porch to see if the apocalypse had finally happened. Dressed in only a t-shirt and panties, normally she’d avoid opening the door to the outside, but at this time of night in the boonies, she doubted anyone would be out to catch her.

The dark, moonless sky and cacophony of crickets and frogs were all that greeted her when she stepped onto her porch. The screen door creaked as it shut behind her. Cocking her ears, she listened for a repeat of the sound.

Had a meth lab exploded in the swamp? The cops had searched the area for years for one, flying over via helicopter at least once a week. She’d never believed it existed, but now she wondered if they’d been right all along.

No smoke. No orange fiery glow in the trees. Chances were she’d only imagined hearing something. Her neighbors were a little over a quarter mile up the dirt road, but sound tended to carry long distances. She couldn’t hear anything out of place. Dale and Viv would be whooping and hollering if anything had happened their way, and she couldn’t see any of their house lights turned on. Shrugging, Morgan shut her door and returned to bed, convinced she’d only had a vivid dream. She’d scour the newsfeed tomorrow to see if anyone else heard or saw something—for now, sleep.

Morgan fluffed her pillow and dropped into her bed, taking deep breaths to get her heartrate slow enough to return to sleep. She couldn’t relax and rolled over, trying to get comfortable.

In the distance, a second sonic boom echoed like thunder—definitely further away. Morgan’s eyes popped open and she listened for the tell-tale sounds of lightning. What she heard instead was the screen door creaking open and shut. The paneling of her trailer popped and the frame gave a gentle rock.

A frisson of alarm skated down her spine. She tried to reason with herself that she’d neglected to shut the screen and lock it, and the winds from an approaching thunderstorm had caught the door. Storms tended to make her trailer sway anyway—it was one of the things she hated about living in one. That was all it was—wind—she reassured herself as she got out of bed and walked back to the front room.

The darkness couldn’t conceal the deeper shadow blocking the width of the hall just inside her kitchen. Morgan froze and strangled on a gasp catching in her throat. Someone was going through her kitchen drawers! The slight sound caught the intruder’s attention. It turned, and a blurry nightmare launched straight for her. All she could distinguish was tall, wide, and hairy. In the back of her mind the word Sasquatch flashed like a busted bulb.

Fear spiked, bubbling over like a pot of boiling water and sending her into a blind panic. She didn’t have time to think. She jumped backward, evading the enormous hands that reached for her shirt. Slamming into one side of the hall, she grunted and whirled, bouncing off the other side before running for her bedroom. Her shorter legs couldn’t match the monster’s gait. Huge warm hands snatched at her arm and she fell, making the beast stumble forward with her. They slid across the carpet and its shoulder smashed into her mattress, sending the bed careening across the floor from the weight of its impact.

She didn’t have time to appreciate that the creature had avoided crushing her beneath its body—for now, she had to find a weapon. She grabbed the piles of clothes on the floor, flinging laundry at the beast. A wayward shoe passed over its head and hit the doorframe. Why the fuck didn’t she have knives stashed under the bed?

The creature flung the clothing off its face with a growl, halting its chase while she scrambled away on hands and knees to the far side of the room. The creature held up its hands in a disturbingly intelligent manner.

Stop! a deep, gravelly voice spoke—clearly male.

If anything, the fact that Big-fucking-foot just spoke English freaked her out even more. Morgan plastered her back against the wall, snatching her bedside lamp up

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