First Contact Captives: Vidar (A Purple Alien Sci-Fi Romance)
By Enid Titan
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He fell from the sky with one mission...
Learn everything about earth and its people.
When the purple-skinned Polluxian named Vidar falls to earth, his fate lies in the hand of the naïve human scientist, Minnie.
She can’t help but think that this creature is more than what he seems...
That he understands her better than she realizes...
That he’s more than a terrifying extra-terrestrial...
Lust takes hold of her the moment they’re alone.
A desire she felt was impossible...
A desire she knows is wrong...
Vidar’s first contact mission is steamier and filthier than he ever expected.
This is a NO cliffhanger, guaranteed HEA series of alien science fiction romance standalone novels. While connected to the other novels, this book can be read as a standalone!
This satisfying ultra-steamy sci-fi/fantasy story will satisfy your deepest cravings for romance with aliens that look like aliens. If you like aliens with
Take a peek inside and see for yourself...
Enid Titan
Enid Titan is a Central New York based author of debut novel Devor of The Alpha Quadrant Series, Book #2, Tau as well as the short story Virgin Earthling. When not hiking around Ithaca’s Gorges, binging on Star Trek: Deep Space Nine re-runs and doing yoga, Enid is plotting out more juicy science fiction romance stories. You can learn more about Enid on her website: www.enidtitan.com
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First Contact Captives - Enid Titan
Prologue
Broadcast To The Alliance
Ambassador Ramses of Ogneb, Aries
Outlined are the final 5 steps of our First Contact plan with the alien planet Terra I, known as Earth
to its inhabitants. Every government shall send a report detailing the physiological, genetic, and anatomical data about their selected specimen before launch day in 14 planet rotations.
(1) Select an alien specimen well suited to enduring multiple alien environments not limited to temperatures of 0 degrees Celsius and 100 degrees Celsius. Specimens should expect harsh testing by the primitive species during captivity.
(2) Selected specimens shall be launched into Earth’s atmosphere on their assigned due dates and capsules should land within 400 meters of major scientific labs dedicated to studying astronomy or extraterrestrial life.
(3) Specimens should be trained to induce captivity if humans appear unwilling or terrified to capture them.
(4) While in captivity, specimens will begin making scientific observations about human behavior and are expected to explore every aspect of human behavior possible.
(5) When enough data has been collected after a period of 1/2 solar rotation (six Terran months) on Terra I, specimens will return to their home planet and send detailed reports to Alliance representatives.
Once these reports have been received, affiliated members of The Alliance will decide the best way to induce official First Contact with the primitive world.
-R/O
One
The Basement
Minnie Hsu
Working on a top secret military base wasn’t as exciting as you might think. When I hit the bar on Friday and Saturday night, my friends who worked in politics, and the typical Washington, DC lobbyist circle, always thought I was sitting on some big secret because my work was confidential.
Minnie, does the government really make the mosquitos stronger every year?
Minnie, is it true you met the president?
Minnie, is it true the flu shot is designed to kill immigrants?
(Yes, a drunk guy actually asked me that once. Can you believe it?)
I got used to fielding these insane conspiracy theory sorts of questions so I usually could come up with some kind of snappy response. The reality of working on a top secret military base? It’s way more boring than you’d expect.
And I got the job because my dad, the original Dr. Hsu, helped me get the internship right after my PhD program finished up. I never mentioned that part to my friends, even if everyone in this city gets help one way or another.
At work on Monday, after Labor Day weekend, I prepared for another boring day at the lab. My boss, Dr. Trout would be waiting to make some rude, awkward comment about my appearance, and I figured that I’d settle into a typical boring lab day poring over results and coming up with simple conclusions.
Before work, I slipped into a long-sleeved black wool dress with grey patterned tights and black flats. I twisted my black hair into a bun, and stuck pearls in my ears — a gift from my mom after I graduated from Georgetown. As usual, my mom called before work.
Hi mom,
I answered drably, tiptoeing towards my coffeemaker as I whispered, trying not to wake my roommates.
Good morning, Minnie. Just checking in since we didn’t see you this weekend.
I’m fine. Just getting ready for work. Preparing for another hellish day with Dr. Trout.
You can’t let him get to you, sweetheart. Just hold your head high and remember that you’re a scientist. These men shouldn’t be allowed to intimidate you.
I know.
Mom was a six foot tall, blonde-haired, former Olympic skier. Few people could manage to intimidate her, especially not nerdy scientists. In fact, my dad had been intimidated by her when they met in college. They’d been inseparable ever since — the short, nerdy Asian man and the tall, Nordic, girl-jock — the last couple anyone expected to last forty-five years.
I want you to know that your dad and I have your back. If you want your dad to talk to anyone —
No mom, I’m fine,
I interrupted, I don’t need dad to keep cleaning up messes for me.
There’s nothing wrong with getting help, Minerva.
She was right, of course, but I hated having this argument with my mom every week. She wanted me to stand up for myself more and assert myself at the office. I wanted her to understand that I was meeker and more introverted than she was — more like my father than either of my sisters, who favored both mom’s height, blue eye-color, and her temperament.
Call after work and let me know how it goes,
she said finally.
I will,
I promised.
Love you, sweetheart. Have a great day.
Love you, mom. You too.
I stuffed my phone into my purse and finished my coffee, re-reading my report from the night before. Work at the lab couldn’t have been more tedious these days. I loathed missing summer fun just to be stuck in that basement.
John, my ride to work, met me outside my apartment right on time. He was one of the few guys I knew in the city with a car and a part of me thought he liked flaunting his 2020 Mazda.
With what we made, he could have afforded a more expensive ride, but he refused to spend the money.
You’re Asian, so you get being cheap, right?
I rolled my eyes when he told me that one. Most Asians would be the first to remind me that I was only half-Asian anyway. Despite John’s cluelessness, I liked him well enough. He was tall, dark haired with green eyes, and I suspected he had a crush on me even if he was way too old for me. And way too nerdy. He reminded me of my dad, not the kind of guy you fantasize about.
At work, John and I swiped our cards and entered the elevator to the basement lab, sauntering past the armed guards. At first, the guards freaked me out with their bulletproof vests and automatic weapons but soon they disappeared into the background.
In government work, you had to be extra careful. That was the law of the land out here, especially with rising fears of terrorism and all that jazz.
John and I split up when we got to the basement. He walked into the microbiology lab and I went down into the computer room to check on my protein analysis from the night before. I flicked the light on, thinking that I was going to be alone, and put on my headphones.
Most people would be surprised at what I listened to at the office — Young Thug’s trap music. I have no explanation. His songs just put me in the zone for protein analysis and mad science.
A hand grabbed my shoulder and I whipped around, letting out a loud scream.
Jesus!
Hello, Minerva,
Dr. Trout, my boss, greeted me with a smirk on his face.
Oh! Dr. Trout. I’m so sorry.
I took my earbuds out, embarrassed by the loud music that blared from them. Dr. Trout sniggered as I shuffled to shut them off.
How does the data look?
Good. It would help if we knew what we were studying. Some of the numbers look unusual.
What do you mean unusual?
Dr. Trout stepped closer to me and I tensed up automatically. Most science guys can be weird about social cues and boundaries, and at first, I thought Dr. Trout was one of those hapless professor types. The way he leered at me through his coke-bottle glasses and breathed slow and heavy as he stared at data over my shoulders soon taught me different.
Um,
I muttered, my mouth suddenly drying, I mean, if these are human samples and not reptilian or something, I have no idea what any of it means. The blood samples are something like two-hundred years old and the white blood cell count is through the roof. All of this should be impossible.
Hm. I see.
Dr. Trout’s eyes wandered from the paper to my chest. My cheeks went hot. I’d purposefully worn a modest dress to avoid his constantly roving eyes and the licking of his lips that soon followed. There it was. I could feel his breath on my neck.
Well, Minerva, we’ll discuss your results later. First, I wanted to ask you something of a more, personal nature…
I dreaded the question that would come out of his mouth next. Before I could say a word, John thrust the door open and Dr. Trout took a long step back.
Interrupting anything?
No, Dr. Billings,
Dr. Trout replied, clearing his throat as his cheeks took their turn flushing, I was simply discussing Minerva’s results with her.
I’m sure Dr. Hsu will be delighted to share them with all of us at the next department meeting.
John stepped between me and Dr. Trout. He could detect that I was uncomfortable and handled it graciously by placing himself between me and Dr. Trout. I flashed John a grateful smile.
Right. Well, since the two of you are here, find the other scientists and let’s head to the lower level.
Aren’t we already in the basement?
I asked, unsure if Dr. Trout was playing a weird mind game with us.
No. There’s something you need to see in one of the top secret classified levels. Before that, the whole group of scientists must meet with the attorney. Come with me.
I looked to John for answers but he only shrugged. None of us had heard anything about a top secret floor. We thought we already knew all the government secrets. Our workplace was already a fortress of scientific data and armed guards.
We followed Dr. Trout out of the room and he gathered up the other two scientists — Dr. Martin Lewis and Dr. Declan Chubb. Dr. Trout led us to his office at the end of the hall.
It was clear something was going on — something serious. None of us had any idea what. The lawyer started going off on a typical non-disclosure
speech, except this one was far more detailed than any I’d ever heard. We weren’t to breathe a word of what we were working on, even details about our work hours, and coworkers, and our meeting with the lawyer to anyone under the sun. We were to agree to schedule changes that meant our next week, we’d begin work under the cover of night. After the forty-five minute speech, we lined up and quietly signed the document, promising never to breathe a word about our work to anyone.
Once we’d signed, Dr. Trout handed the four of us new metal ID cards and brought us to a closet behind