Book Series Recommendation | The Deg’Nara by @PLParker #scifiromance #scifi #mustread #bookish



Titles: The Chalice, Breeder Slave, Abaddon Rising


Author: P.L. Parker


Genre: Science Fiction Romance


Publisher: New Concepts Publishing


Book Blurb:



The Chalice

Decimated by the savage Deg’Nara and teetering on the brink of extinction, the last surviving males of the once great Chiagan-Se embark on a quest to salvage what is left of their civilization. They send their remaining seeker ships into the void, searching for genetically compatible females. Time is running out, but in the far reaches of the universe, on an obscure and primitive planet, a match is discovered. One thousand panic-stricken women awaken two hundred years in the future, captives aboard an unmanned alien spacecraft bound for parts unknown! How had they gotten there and why? The males thought they came willingly. The females believed they’d been kidnapped. Full of hopeful expectation, the Chiagan-Se prepare for the arrival of their new mates. Terrified and furious at the inexplicable abduction, the women prepare for combat! And when the two sides meet, the battle commences.



Breeder Slave

He was her salvation…or her destruction. The galactic war between the Chiagan-Se and the treacherous Deg’Nara wages on. The human females Leah and the Irish lass Moira are captured and then abandoned, forced to fend for themselves on a barren planet light years from all they know. Their only hope is Sulas, a fugitive breeder slave, who wants nothing to do with them. Survival is chancy at best, but together, the three embark on a perilous journey to rejoin the Chiagan-Se rebels. But can they survive?



Abaddon Rising

One of a million statistics in the intergalactic war, Jocelyn St. Germaine is captured, sold as a slave and then forced to fight in the Deg’Nara gladiator games. She’s slated to lose when Kanaan, the most feared warrior of all, claims her as his own. With his help, Joss’s chances of survival increase, but is it enough?


Excerpts:


The Chalice

Ume stiffened, all five feet of her. “They’re here,” she whispered, winged brows arched over almond shaped eyes.


Kara’s heart jumped from her chest. “How do you know?” she hissed.


The Japanese girl cocked her dark head, listening. “It just feels different and I can hear metal grinding like something’s moving or opening. I…I sense it—like the calm before the storm.”


Her bladder reacted. “I need to pee.”


“You just went,” Dread snapped. “You want to be caught in the john when the fighting starts?”


“I told you,” Anne admonished, her face pale and drawn. “No one—and that means you Dread—fights unless it’s absolutely necessary. And then only as a last resort.”


Anne’s haunted gaze stimulated Kara’s overactive imagination. Not that it needed any help. She’d imagined just about every possible scenario, even dreaming up a mélange of hideous features the breeders might have or those they wouldn’t. Wasn’t much else to imagine.


“It’s time to get into position.” Anne’s worried voice broke her reverie.


“I still think this is a bunch of crap,” Dread grumbled. “We should just nail ‘em while the nailing’s good.”


Kara climbed on a stool, sucking in large drafts of air to ease the sudden lightheadedness. Her knees buckled, knocking together. Dizzy, she clutched Hanna’s shoulder for support.


“We need to get into position,” she croaked.


“What’d you say,” a voice called from the back.


“I said,” she choked the words out as forcibly as she could, “we need to get into position.”


Dead silence.


“Are they here?” a voice squeaked.


“Ume says they are. She said she heard something.”


Moans and soft cries ringed the circle.

Anne clapped her elegant hands. “We need to get into position, like we planned. This will only work if we all do our part.”

“Ain’t gonna work anyway.” Dread spun around, twisted locks flying out as she stomped to the rear of the room and sat down. “Just a waste of time.”


Following close behind, the rest followed and settled in, facing away from the entrance.


“I still say ve should fight.” Hanna steadied Kara as she leapt to the ground. “Ve haf no idea vat dees…dees creatures vill do.”


“I know. But we have to give Anne’s plan a chance. Never know. It just might work.” Although she doubted it! A sit-in. The best Anne could come up with? Might as well be smoking crack and singing Are You Going to San Francisco for all the good it’d do.


Along with Anne, Hanna and Ume, she took her place at the back edge of the crowd, sitting down cross-legged, facing away from the door. She clasped her hands together, rubbing her left thumb with her right, a soothing gesture remembered from childhood. Probably wear the skin off before this is over.


The floor felt cool beneath her butt, cool and uncomfortable. The skimpy bits of material posing as clothing did little to add warmth. Rolling her hips, she tried for a better position. She hated this—didn’t feel right. Like waiting for the firing squad to take aim at her exposed back. Wouldn’t even see them when they came in. But maybe that’s a good thing. Give her time to adjust to their extraterrestrial weirdness.


Muttering oaths, Dread huffed and she slid closer. “Might as well meet my maker sitting next to you,” she grumbled.


“Thanks. We’ve missed your tranquil presence.”


Dread snorted, rocking back and forth. “Still say it’s a bunch of crap.”


A whooshing sound behind them and then the sounds of many feet slapping against the floor as the breeders entered the room. At least it sounded like feet.

Breeder Slave

Get your skinny ass moving,” Leah spat as she grabbed Moira’s forearm. “We need to get the hell outta Dodge.” She peeked around the boulder taking one last look. “I don’t want to be anywhere close when that monster finishes his meal.”


Moira lunged to her feet as a lizard-like creature ran up her thigh. She slapped at her pant leg. “What about the Deg’Nara?” The little redhead’s voice quavered. “Willnae they see us?”


“I think they’re too busy being thankful they made it back to the ship. If they do see us, they’ll probably just assume that…that animal will take care of us.”


Moira’s eyes rounded. She shuddered as she edged away from the crawly thing. “You dinnae think the monster’ll come after us, do you?”


Leah yanked the redhead’s arm as she raced from the cover of the rock wall, dragging the stumbling Moira behind. “I have no idea, but I’m guessing sure if it’s still hungry.”


Crouching down, they scurried through the brush heading towards the next outcropping of rocks. Each stride brought them nearer but the distance was far greater than she first judged it to be.


Undulating waves of scorching heat poured from the suns high overhead. Sweat plastered Moira’s red curls to her delicate forehead as rivulets of moisture streamed down her gamin face. I probably look just as bad! Her whole body oozed perspiration.


She pushed even harder. The searing heat and resulting dehydration would take a tremendous toll on their energy reserves if they didn’t find shelter soon.


Engines revved, the ground shook and dust flew as the Deg’Nara ship lifted off.


Moira wrenched her arm free and stopped, staring at the sky. “They’re leaving us,” she whimpered. “They’re leaving us and we’ll die here!”


Leah turned, stomach muscles clenching as she gazed longingly at the departing spacecraft. “If they stayed, we’d be dead anyway!”


Dying outright might be the better choice. How long would they suffer on this godforsaken planet before hunger and thirst got to them…or even worse, one of those huge meat-eating monsters? At least we’re alive and if we’re alive, there’s hope!


Moira’s arms crossed over her breasts as she dropped to her knees, rocking back and forth and keening. “I dinnae ask for this,” she sobbed. “I want tae go home!”


Home! Home was two hundred light years in the past. A second floor walk-up in Manhattan she’d shared with Sidney, her roommate. Life then was filled with rosy expectations and fanciful dreams. I’d be a United Nations interpreter by now if life had been fair! Not stranded on some shithole planet in the far reaches of who knows where with nothing to show for it but a very dim and temporary future. Fair? Who am I kidding?


Abaddon Rising


Kanaan perched on a high ledge watching the drama below. The female crouched against the sl