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Celestial Mates Complete Box Set (Books 1-5)
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Ambassador’s Bride
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CHAPTER 1
Rose sat at the dinner table toying with her food. Her mind was preoccupied with how to broach the subject weighing on her mind. She doubted her parents would understand but this was the opportunity of a lifetime for her. A way to make all her dreams come true. Granted it wasn’t without risks, but most things worth having required backbone and daring.
She could see her facial features distorted back at her in the bulbous wine glass and gleaming flatware. Shoulder-length platinum-blond hair, pale skin, and ice blue eyes mocked her, making her feel plain and colorless. No one would ever know how she longed for striking red hair and green eyes like her friend, Jennifer. Putting down her fork, she pulled her finely tailored tunic sleeve down slightly.
Her father spoke with a wave of his fork that would’ve been considered unacceptable if they were in a public setting. The high-ranking ambassador could get away with mannerisms at home that would taint his professional image elsewhere. Her mother, as always, hung on his every word. Their every spare moment for the last month had been spent discussing the pending request for trade negotiations by the Krylon home world.
The wealthy and politically well-connected alien world wanted to open a dialogue about trading food and metals for the one and only natural resource still plentiful on Earth. The supplies were much needed by Earth Government who could no longer support its growing population. The mere idea had sent shockwaves through their world. Some were all for the idea but others were furious at the mere suggestion of such a trade.
Her mother complained softly. “I don’t know how I feel about trading in human beings. It smacks of human trafficking. I can’t imagine Earth Gov would agree to such a thing.”
Her father’s crisp Eastern accent gave his voice an air of authority. “Desperate times call for desperate measures, my dear. Earth is a dying world. We can no longer afford the luxury of moral principles. We are one of the few worlds with a surplus of women of child-bearing age.”
“It’s not fair to ask families to give up their daughters. It’ll be the last we see of those women. Mark my words, Jefferson. No good will come out of this.”
It was just the segue into the conversation Rose was looking for to press her point. “Perhaps you won’t have to ask. I’ve seen the holographic videos our scouts brought back. The planet is beautiful. Can you imagine going outside without a particulate respirator? Feeling the sun on your face without having to worry about UV rays? They still go to the beach and swim in their oceans. It’s like Earth that was, before we destroyed it all.”
Somehow, her enthusiasm evaporated when she got to the part about how the population of Earth had allowed ruthless corporations to divest the planet of its natural resources, leaving it desolate and virtually uninhabitable.
Her father smiled, showing little wrinkles around his clear blue eyes. “You seem very much taken with Krylon, my dear.”
“I was just pointing out that maybe you won’t have to ask families to give up their daughters. I’m sure a lot of young women would jump at the chance to live on such a beautiful and modern world.”
Her mother’s lips pressed into a firm line. “You heard the part about it being for brides only, right, cupcake?”
She squirmed under her mother’s disapproving expression. “We all have to get married sometime, right?”
The older woman replied tartly. “Women who end up in alien hands might find themselves seriously regretting the decision.”
“Well, I’d consider it an honor to be chosen for the exchange. Regardless of how agreeable my husband is, I’d get a beautiful new home world and the opportunity to have more than one child. The people of Earth must survive somehow; this solution makes sense all the way around. Some of us take our civic duty seriously. I can’t be the only one who feels that way.”
Her father looked at her speculatively. “You’re still very young.”
Rose continued, diligently making her case. “I’m twenty-two. I have a college degree and you know that I’ve always wanted to be an ambassador, like you. Being chosen as the first Earth bride would put me in a good position for that type of service. Didn’t they say they wanted brides for their high-status ambassadors first?”
Her father stroked his chin as he carefully considered her words. Fitting her with a well-to-do husband had always been preying at the back of his mind. Finding a suitable match on Earth was a problem. There were so many more women than men; human males were choosey and their families demanding. Since the surface had become unlivable, underground space was at a premium. Rose had always wanted her child to have a brother or sister. That was strictly against the rules on Earth. Her idea had merit but he was cautious; so little was known of the Krylon home world.
Her mother mused thoughtfully. “I can’t say I like the idea of our Rose being the first bride. There are too many unknown variables.”
Rose got excited because they didn’t immediately shoot her idea down.
Her father spoke. “I’m inclined to at least hear them out and see if we can arrange a treaty with enough fail-safe protections that I feel comfortable with you participating. I’m interested only because you’ll have a substantially better quality of life on their world. There will be little chance for you to find a happily ever after on Earth, Rose.”
His dark tone spooked her a little.
“Why do I get the feeling there’s something you’re not telling me?”
He swallowed thickly. “Let’s just say our resources are compromised to the point that we have very little negotiating power left. Earth Gov needs this treaty and others like it to sustain our people. If this one isn’t what we’re looking for, I’ll keep trying with other member worlds. We’ll get you somewhere nice with treaty provisions that ensure you’re protected and well cared for.�
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“In other words, don’t fall in love with Krylon culture because it might not be happening for me?”
“Exactly. You can come and witness the negotiations if you like. The Krylon ambassador himself will be the first in line for a bride.”
She grinned. “You want me to have a little peak and see if I even like him?”
Her mother quipped sarcastically. “Liking your husband makes a world of difference if you plan to be together for a lifetime.”
“Wait. You don’t think he’s some old fart, do you?”
Her father smiled indulgently. “I’ve talked to him on holo-vid. He’s in the prime of his life. They have very advanced medical facilities on Krylon. They take anti-aging drugs, ensuring they live to be well over two hundred years old.”
Doing a little fist pump, Rose explained enthusiastically. “I feel like I just hit the jackpot.”
Her mother laughed. “It used to be that earthlings were afraid of space travel and alien species.”
Rose beamed at her parents. “Most women would travel the entire width of the galaxy twice for clean air and the chance to have a real family.”
“Don’t go telling everyone about the program yet. We don’t know how reasonable the Krylon delegation will be. There may not end up being a treaty. Even if there is, a good number of humans will be furious about it. I don’t want to take any chances with your safety.”
Jumping up out of her seat, she slung her arms around the older man’s neck. “I promise to keep it on the down low.”
She turned and hurried towards the stairs, intent on enjoying the rest of the evening in the company of her friends.
Her mother’s voice brought her to a stop before she could bound down them.
“You didn’t eat a bite of your dinner.”
“I’m too excited to eat. I need to figure out what I’m wearing to the negotiations. They’ll be here in three days! I can tell everyone I’m invited but just not about being a possible bride, right?” Sealing her lips immediately, she saw her father’s expression turn suspicious.
“How did you know when they were arriving? Have you been hacking into my e-mail again?”
Treading carefully, she pulled her arms behind her, trying her best took innocent. “Umm, you laid your tablet down the other day to get a refill on your hydro-caf. I might have noticed some information when I squinted my eyes.”
“When you squinted your eyes?” The older man shook his head. “Go on, hang out with your friends while you still can. Not a word about volunteering to be a bride.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
Rose ran down to her spacious private room, texted her friend, and fell back onto her bed. Hardly noticing the stark rock walls of her mechanically carved underground cave, she closed her eyes. Images floated to the surface of herself laying on a beautiful beach with a handsome new humanoid husband.
She could see it all in her mind’s eye. It would be just like in all the old vids. He’d rub sunscreen on her back as they got to know each other. While swimming in the warm ocean, they’d playfully splash water on each other. Maybe they would even steal a self-conscious kiss or two. Frowning, she interrupted her own fantasy to wonder about the Krylon. Maybe they didn’t kiss. Flipping over onto her stomach, she activated the data stream.
“Computer. Access information on Krylon culture.”
A smooth feminine voice responded. “Pulling information from public database. Processing. Processing. Information retrieved. Choose mode of information interface. Written information displayed visually. Information dump by neural interface. Information…”
“Stop. I don’t want all that crap dumped directly into my brain. Scan information for kissing. Answer query verbally: Do Krylonians kiss?”
“Cross match Krylon and kiss. No data available. Next query.”
“Crap, they might just have another name for kissing.”
“Cross match crap and kissing…”
“Stop. That was just me talking. End query.”
“Query ended. Next request.” The computerized voice was female and easy on the ears.
Sighing, Rose stated, “Contact first twelve names on friend’s list and issue the following text. Come to Rose’s house immediately. Top-secret information on alien hunks and cocktails.”
“Messages sent. Next request.”
“Order alcohol and cocktail mixers from preapproved list. Schedule delivery immediately.”
“Done. Next request.”
“None. End program.”
Feeling slightly guilty for her extravagant purchase, Rose set about reordering her room for company.
CHAPTER 2
Jennifer’s cell phone beeped. Glancing at it on her upper arm, she flicked the read button. Smiling at the irreverent invitation for their besties to meet up at Rose’s to talk about hunks, her mind was drawn momentarily away from the transaction. As the customer fussed over the details of each garment, Jen mulled over her need for some good quality girl time. It had been a seriously shitty day.
The woman in front of her walked around the four models, inspecting Jennifer’s latest designs. “You’re certain these are appropriate for a formal wedding on Naxon III?”
Gesturing with her hand, she pointed out the elegant details that would communicate the outfit was formalwear. “See the high-curved collar. This is only used on formalwear. The waistline as the traditional three-pleat design at mid-back. A Naxion would have a tail bone protruding in this area. Though that is a nonissue for humans, the pleats are still expected to be in place for formal occasions. The lack of pleating communicates unfamiliarity with their anatomy. Since the Naxion are very body proud, a lack of appropriate pleating might be construed as an insult.”
“It sounds like nonsense to me.”
“Have it your way. If you don’t want my designs, I’ll simply sell them to someone else. No hard feelings.” Jen was careful to keep her voice calm, professional, and polite.
“Don’t be touchy. I like the designs. I just don’t know why aliens have to be so different.”
“Maybe because they’re, you know, alien.”
The woman held up her wrist phone and scrolled to her credit account. Jennifer invoiced her for the garments and the woman hit pay. “Transaction complete. Thanks for shopping with JenEl Designs.”
Nodding politely without taking her eyes off the designs, the woman herded her models away. Only then did it really hit her that the woman hadn’t made eye contact with her once during the entire transaction. The now too-familiar feeling of being a person of little importance settled over her again.
Wrapping her arms around her stomach, she headed home to get ready for her evening of visiting Rose in her penthouse. Navigating the vast underbelly of the city-sized cave complex was always cause for concern. Only people who couldn’t afford to live on the upper levels resorted to squatting in every corner of the service tunnels. It was the quickest way to access any area of the city and no one stood at every juncture to collect a toll, like on the upper levels.
Jen scurried along with the hood of her cloak pulled up to cover her fiery red hair. She ignored the people around her and made her way to access thirty-three. They didn’t look at her, and she paid little attention to them. The section was a relative safe haven for dozens of scruffs, mostly women. They were crammed into every dark corner, their hungry faces turning away as she passed. They tended to hide, fearful of the officers tasked with gathering them up. Fewer and fewer raids had been executed since the economy tanked. Jen guessed Earth Gov no longer had the capacity to care for or relocate them anymore.
Realizing she was most likely going to be stay the night at Rose’s, she motioned a familiar face to follow her. The slight form of a woman moved forward, holding a small toddler to her breast.
“Sara, do you have a place for the night?”
“Nothing. Do you have space for us?”
“For the night only. Come.”
“Thank the gods for you, Lady Je
n.”
Nodding uncomfortably, Jen turned on her heel, knowing the woman she barely knew would follow. Do what you can, as you can. Her father’s words rang in her ears as she walked. There were so many in need and she had little to give. It was enough to pull her out of her good mood. She climbed the steps one level to a cluster of tightly packed efficiency apartments. Jen slid her thumb over the keypad, entered the darkened apartment, and headed to her tiny alcove.
Tossing off her dark brown cloak, she sat on her tiny bed. Laying back, she relaxed into her soft blankets, feeling lucky to have a home at all. Unlike the unlucky woman waiting in the hallway, Jen had been fortunate enough to learn a skill and was good enough at it to support herself. Personal space was at a premium underground. She didn’t even care that she shared her apartment with seven other people; this tiny area was all her own. Each person had a small square cubicle and shared a tiny bath and kitchenette. She’d been careful to decorate her cubicle over the years in an eclectic style that reminded her of home.
Her parents had died when she was young and she’d been raised in an orphan bank. Remembering all the long, cold nights lying awake listening for signs of danger, left her feeling chilled. The child banks were long dormitories housing up to a thousand orphans at a time. Jen was one of the few kids to have lost both parents to death. Most of the others had been given up or were born to parents who already had a child. She spent the better part of her life wishing for the few years of happiness with her parents back again. The closest thing to a family she’d managed to find was Rose’s home. Being with her friends was about the only time she didn’t feel like the forgotten orphan she was.
Stripping off her clothing, she spent a few moments in their tiny sonic shower before carefully dressing in one of her favorite creations. Her short flirtatious skirt was topped with a body-hugging half shirt. Sighing, she covered her charming outfit with her dark cloak and headed out for her evening of fun.