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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 83205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)

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When the clone pods were abandoned on the ice planet, two of them opened before the others. Corvak, a gladiator and a splice, ran into the snows. He carried Aidy, a confused human woman. They're on the run, determined not to get caught.

Aidy has no idea what's going on or why she's been dumped in the icy mountains. Corvak, however, is convinced this is all one big gladiator game, and one he's determined to win. To do that, they'll have to avoid all the others and survive by any means possible.

Why do they need this parasite anyhow...and why do their chests keep humming?

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CHAPTER

ONE

AIDY

"Come with me if you want to live."

I jerk from sleep at the Terminator quote. I'm a movie buff, but that's a strange one to wake up to. Who's speaking? The voice is that of a stranger. I open my eyes, shaking off the last of my weariness, to see a big hand thrust into my face.

It's not a human hand.

The hand extended out to me has the wrong number of fingers. There are dark claws and vaguely gray skin, like I would imagine a monster would have. I bite back a yelp of distress and follow the sight of that strange hand up to⁠—

Jesus Christ, I don't know who—or what—that is.

The stranger looming over my bed is as inhuman as his hand. He looks a bit like the beast from the Beauty and the Beast cartoon come to life, with just a color palette swap. He's got strangely shaped ears, a bushy mane, and big, wide, gray shoulders that look like they're covered in a downy layer of fur. His mouth has a few extremely prominent teeth that might not be teeth at all, but tusks.

He's also near-naked and it's cold as fuck.

I…don't know this man. What's he doing in my room? Why's the air conditioning so fucking cold?

As I stare up at the strange beast-man, hyperventilating, a snowflake drifts past. This…isn't my home. My frantic gaze flicks back and forth, noting my surroundings. I'm in some sort of metallic…coffin? A tube or a pod of some kind with lots of flashing lights and light padding underneath.

I'm practically naked. There's nothing covering me but a sheer white shift.

And I'm fucking freezing.

I cover my breasts in horror and swat his hand away. "Where are my clothes? Where are we? Who the fuck are you?"

The hand pushes into my face again. "I will explain everything. I know how this game is played. Those that do not escape right away will be killed."

"Killed? Game?" I squeak, terrified. "What game? And I can't leave. I don't have clothes⁠—"

He glances off to the side, even as a snowy breeze ruffles his mane. He turns to look back at me, dark eyes intense. "Quick. Come with me. We have to go now."

I don't know what's going on—the last memory I have is fuzzy and somewhere warm with beige walls. This isn't Arizona. Arizona is warm and the sun is hard, unlike the watery sunlight here. This might not even be Earth, judging by the strange greenish tint of the sky barely visible past my freezing-ass coffin. Also judging by the big inhuman stranger holding a clawed hand out to me.

But I want to live. Whatever else is going on, I don't want to die.

"Don't look at me, okay?" I say as I sit up, taking his hand.

He scoffs. "You can worry about your naked body when we are safe."

Rude. But also, true. As I sit up, I look around and get the scope of my surroundings. This really isn't familiar to me at all. We're in a strange, snowy place with distant pink trees and jagged cliffs. Everything's covered in snow and looks highly dangerous. My coffin is in the valley between some of these alarming-looking cliffs, and mine is not the only one. I can hear the distant sound of sobbing, and as I watch, another coffin slides open.

What happens when all these people get out? Is it like the hunger games and we all have to fight for resources? I am most definitely not a fighter. I look at my new "friend" again. He says he knows how this game is played.

I put my hand in his and let him drag me out of the coffin.

The moment I emerge from the cocoon, the absolute cold hits me. I don't have shoes. I don't have a coat. The wind is the coldest thing I've ever felt, and my nipples immediately turn into rocks. I want to crawl back into the coffin, but the stranger is pulling me forward, dragging me along after him.

Two steps into the snow and I stumble.

He immediately moves to my side again, helping me to my feet. "We have to go."

"I c-c-can't," I manage, teeth chattering. "I don't have sh-sh-shoes."

He glances around again, makes a ferocious-sounding snarl in his throat, and then hefts me into his arms. A moment later, I'm tossed over his shoulder like a heroine in some fairy tale, and then he's racing away through the snow, heading into one of the narrow canyons. My vision bounces, but I see a large figure with a spear stalking between the coffins. Somewhere else, a woman screams.

Oh god. Oh fuck. We really are being killed. I clutch at the back of the gray stranger. "Don't drop me!"

"Never. I keep what is mine."

I must have heard that wrong. Doesn't matter. He's my ally right now. I try to remain still and quiet, even when my stomach threatens to spill its contents. I pinch my nose and close my eyes, willing myself not to barf despite being shaken like a bowl of Jello. Even though his body is warm against my front, the rest of me feels like ice as the wind rips against my skin, and I want to sob with how awful this is.

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Advertisement Romancing Rem’eb (Ice Planet Clones #3) Read Online Ruby Dixon http://www.books2020.com/romancing-remeb-ice-planet-clones-3-read-online-ruread-online-dixon Wed, 07 Aug 2024 09:50:07 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/romancing-remeb-ice-planet-clones-3-read-online-ruread-online-dixon Genre: Alien, Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Ruby Dixon Series: Ice Planet Clones Series by Ruby Dixon
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Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)

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I feel like an outsider wherever I go. Croatoan, the Icehome Beach...neither place is home to me. So when a group heads off to the fruit caves to investigate thievery, I go with them. Any excuse to get away from the beach, where I've made a fool of myself in front of my ex and his new mate.

Things go from bad to worse as I'm kidnapped by strangers. These new people have four arms, long fluffy tails, and arching horns. They aren't like any aliens I've seen before, and they live in the warm caverns below the mountains. They should be the enemy. I should hate them for snatching me.

But the chief's son says I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen...

New I romance the chief's son until he frees me. What could possibly go wrong?

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Chapter

One

TIA

Stacy always says trouble comes in threes. Right now? There’s two heaps of trouble, and I’m waiting for a third to head my way.

Man, I wish I was back at Croatoan right now. I wish I’d never gotten on Ashtar’s back and made the long, bitterly cold flight back to Icehome. If I was back in Croatoan and having a bad day? Stacy would cluck over me like she was my mother (never mind that my elegant mother never paid a lick of attention to me), make me something delicious to eat, and let me tell her my troubles.

But I’m not at Croatoan. I’m not even at Icehome. I’m currently sitting in a completely fruit-less fruit cave with Tall Horn Clan and Ashtar. We’re here to try to pull a Sherlock Holmes and figure out the case of the missing fruit. Or at least the others are. I just want to be away from Icehome Beach, because if I’m there, I’m going to see I’rec and Flor.

I’rec and Flor, smiling at each other. I’rec and Flor, sharing kisses. I’rec and Flor, resonating and absolutely not hiding their lust for one another. I’rec looking at Flor in a way he never, ever looked at me.

It’s all awful. All of it. First the fruit cave. Now my sorta-boyfriend of the last four years (and my hope for resonance) resonated to someone else just before I returned.

Two troubles. Whatever the third one is that’s waiting to drop? It’s gonna be a fucking doozy, and I am not looking forward to it.

So even though I should be sleuthing in the cave, I’m sitting on one of the top ledges, away from everyone else, and working on my knitting. Knitting calms me. Knitting gives me something to do with my hands other than to wring them. I pull and knit, and it helps me sort my raw, painful thoughts.

At least, I would be if I had some time alone. Instead of going down by the pool with the others in Tall Horn, R’jaal lingers by my side. I’m surprised about this for a hot moment, but then I remember that he hasn’t resonated, and so he’s probably my husband-to-be.

And that makes me feel weird. Weird, weird, weird.

I pull and knit, pull and knit, giving the ball of yarn the occasional angry tug. It’s not his fault that I feel like a leftover cheese sandwich that got shuffled to the back of the fridge. R’jaal is sweet, but his mopey, yearning personality doesn’t match mine. I figured that out pretty quickly, but now I’m worried that I might be stuck with him.

“Perhaps…” R’jaal begins, his voice careful.

I look up from the stitch I just made, my mouth pressed into a tight line.

“…you should have remained behind,” he finishes.

Oh sure. Me, remain behind. I knit even faster, knowing that I’m pulling too tight and I’m probably going to have to redo this entire row later when my head’s on straight. But fuck it. It’s either knit or choke someone, so I knit. And then stop, because this was a hat for I’rec to match the scarf I’d made him, and now he’s got a freaking mate and everyone’s looking at me like I’m some sort of Jezebel because I kissed him before I even knew he had a mate!

“And what?” I spit out, furious. “Watch them kiss constantly? Watch them giggle over each other? Watch them be happy and in love and know that should have been me? No thank you. I’d rather be playing fruit cave detective with the rest of you.”

R’jaal just gives me another one of those sad-eyed looks. “If it was meant to be you, he would have resonated to you.”

Urge to kill rising. Not that I’d really kill someone. I’m just so…angry. Humiliated. I want to scream and cry. I want to rip my knitting to shreds (except I know how long it takes to make yarn, and no thank you). I want…I want…

I want to be away from here. From all of this.

It’s not that I even want I’rec. I mean, I kinda did because he’s a good kisser and he’s devoted. A little cranky, sure, but we got along well. It’s the humiliation of it all that burns. I stare down at my knitting. “Maybe if we had come back a day earlier it would have been me.”

“But it was not.”

No, I guess it wasn’t. The moment I saw how he looked at Flor, I knew it wasn’t me. It was never me. Even so…read the room. I shake my head, avoiding eye contact with him. “I’m trying to have a pity party and you’re not helping, R’jaal. Aren't you frustrated? Upset? How can you be so calm?”

“Because resonance decides. If someone was meant to be mine, my khui would let me know.” He pauses. “I am glad you came with us, though you should not have snuck away from the group.”

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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)

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Overnight, my life has changed to one of sheer survival.

I wake up on a strange alien world covered in ice. I have no memories of myself, not even my name.

And I've resonated to the biggest braggart on the planet. Skarr is a chest-beating alpha male gladiator with lizard genetics and an intense case of self-love. He tells everyone within hearing distance how amazing he is. Bleh.

I want nothing to do with him, but according to the khui, we're soulmates. This means we're bound to have babies and live our lives out together...forever...

Not if I have anything to say about it.

To survive, I'm going to have to figure out who I am, what I am...and what to do about the man who won't shut up about how incredible and perfect I am.

It has to be an act... doesn't it?

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Chapter

One

THE STRANGER

I wake up to brutal cold leaking into my room.

Gasping, I sit up in bed—and hit my head on what feels like a lid. With a whimper, I rub a hand over my face and I’m startled to feel a breeze. My eyes are unfocused and I need to get out of bed and find my contacts. But when I go to swing my legs over the side of the bed, I realize I’m…not in bed at all.

It’s some sort of coffin. Or pod. Something with sides. A warm box surrounded by ice cold. I squint at my surroundings, terrified.

Am I dead? Did I just wake up in a morgue?

A breeze caresses my hair and sends a chill down my spine. I ditch the “morgue” theory and head right to “graveyard.” A graveyard in…winter? I squint, trying to make out my surroundings but it’s near impossible without glasses or contacts. My vision has always been horrendous and I’m trying not to be too terrified of the fact that I don’t know where I am or why I’m not wearing warm clothes. The strange box-thing I’m in is dark, but the rest of the world looks pale. Pale white and gray.

I lick my lips, not sure if I should call out. Surely there’s been a mistake somewhere.

“You awake?” a woman calls out.

Oh, thank goodness. Someone else is here.

I raise a hand into the air timidly, trying to make out a person in the endless white. When she comes up on my other side, I have to fight back a shriek of fright at being startled, but she clasps my hand and her skin is warm.

“I’m Flor, and you need to know that you’re safe, okay?”

What can I say to that? I manage a nod. It’s clear she knows what’s going on and I don’t, so I’m content to let her lead.

“Come on,” she says. “Let’s get you out of that pod.” She gives my hand a firm tug and pats the side of the pod. It sounds like metal, and when I climb out of it, it’s so cold that my skin sticks ever so slightly to the side, which is a horrible feeling.

Even worse? When my feet touch the ground, it’s icy. I let out a whimper of distress, then bite my lip to keep silent. My feet are bare, and glancing down, it looks like I’m stepping on some sort of yellow-brown spongy grass that ends near my pod and extends outward.

“You’re on the edge of the group, so you’ve got a bit more to walk,” the woman says with an apologetic note, propping an arm around my side as if to support me. “But we’ll get you over to the fire and get you warm and figure out some clothing, all right? So just hang tight. We won’t let you freeze.”

I manage a nod.

“Great. You’re doing great.” She beams up at me, all sun-browned skin, dark hair and white teeth. My vision’s too blurry to make out who she is, but her eyes seem oddly blue and glowing bright in her tan face. “What’s your name, my friend?”

Opening my mouth to speak, I pause. Something that should be easily in reach just…isn’t. I search through my memories, looking for something that sounds like a name, but I don’t have anything. Anything at all.

It’s a blank.

Panicked, I cling to her arm. “I…I don’t know.”

“It’s okay, honey,” she tells me in a soothing voice, continuing to lead me away from the “pod” and towards the blurry distance. “You’re not the only one that doesn’t know your name. Probably some medication side-effect and nothing to panic over. Let’s give you a name for now, okay? Just so I don’t have to call you ‘Hey you’?”

“Okay,” I manage in a small voice.

“How about Vivian? That’s my sister’s name and I always thought it was pretty.”

Vivian. Vivian. I test it and it doesn’t bring anything in particular to mind except one thing. “Like…from Pretty Woman?”

“Exactly like it. How’d you guess?” She chuckles, and the sound is friendly and kind.

I want to tell her that I hate the name. That it makes me feel awkward, because I’ve never been pretty, not even in the slightest. I’m nothing like my sister. I have a gawky frame and wide-spaced eyes that look strange in photographs. My boobs are nonexistent and my hair is flat and limp and sad. I don’t want to be Vivian. I don’t want anyone to realize where the name comes from and laugh at me.

But Flor seems to know what’s going on and I don’t, and my confused terror mingles with my desire to blend into the background, and so I say nothing at all.

She leads me over to what looks like a fire, and others are huddled close by. A man moves, covered in a strange blue jumpsuit that covers his entire body, and it takes me a moment to realize that it’s not a jumpsuit, but that he really is blue. Another muffled gasp escapes me, and I flinch backward.

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Advertisement R’jaal’s Resonance (Ice Planet Clones #1) Read Online Ruby Dixon http://www.books2020.com/rjaals-resonance-ice-planet-clones-1-read-online-ruread-online-dixon Fri, 24 Mar 2023 15:26:11 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/rjaals-resonance-ice-planet-clones-1-read-online-ruread-online-dixon Genre: Alien, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Virgin Authors: Ruby Dixon Series: Ice Planet Clones Series by Ruby Dixon
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97459 (not accurate)
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R’jaal has waited many turns of the seasons for his khui to resonate, only to be disappointed time and time again. But when he is taken captive by strange beings hiding in the very tunnels of the fruit caves, he wakes up to find himself in a strange underground cage.
Also in the cage? A very pretty unfamiliar human female. She says her name is Rosalind. She makes his khui sing.
It’s finally his time.

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ROSALIND

I’ve been buried alive.

Terrified, I squint at my surroundings. Everything’s dark. So dark. I’m confused—I don’t know how I got here or what’s happened to me. It’s bitterly cold. I think the cold is what woke me up. All I know is that it’s pitch-black in here, and when I put my hands up, I encounter the lid of my coffin a few short inches from my face.

I’m trapped.

I shove at the lid, frantic. “Help!” I cry out. “Someone help me!”

My fists hammer on the lid of the coffin, and then I discover an upraised section that feels almost like a button. I push it, and a sound like a soda can opening whooshes around me.

Sunlight floods in. Oh.

I’m not buried alive after all.

I gulp lungfuls of searingly cold air as the lid slides back, and then I sit up, clutching the edge of the lid. I’m not in a coffin but…I also have no idea where I am. When I look outside, I see nothing but snow and wintry mountains on one side of me, and on the other, there’s a cluster of strange, dark grey metallic pods lined up on a circle of yellow grass. My breath puffs in the air around me.

It’s winter.

When did it become winter?

“H-hello?” I call out. “Anybody?”

There’s no response. Whoever shoved me in this weird trunk has apparently already left again. My fingers prickle with cold and something pinches my arm. I lift it up, only to see a tube running under my skin, like a hospital IV. I follow the tube with my fingers, and it leads right into my strange trunk. With a whimper of fear, I yank it out of my arm and brace myself, waiting for a cacophony of alerts to sound. Nothing does.

Okay. I have written some weird-ass fanfic in my day, but this is stranger than anything I could come up with. Swallowing hard, I rub my arms over my freezing body. That’s when I notice my clothes. Or rather, my lack of clothes. I’m wearing a formless white slip that’s tight over my breasts and loose everywhere else. The arms are bare, and I have a watch of some kind on my wrist, which is weird because I don’t wear a watch. There are no shoes, and I can feel the cold weather nipping at my toes.

“Hello?” I call again. Is this a prank gone wrong? If so, someone needs to get sued. Repeatedly.

There’s a muffled scream nearby, and all the hairs on the back of my neck stand up in response. I crane my head, turning around just in time to see what looks like a massive beast carrying a woman off over his shoulder. She screams again, flailing, and then they disappear into the snowy hills.

This is definitely not like any fanfic I’ve written. Mine are full of cuddles. Soft vows of love. Men having babies. Spock and Kirk making out like bunnies and raising tribbles on a farm. I have never written a kidnap fic in my life and I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t dream about one.

I pinch my arm, hard enough that I draw blood, and I don’t wake up.

Well, fuck.

Who was that woman? Who carried her off? Why don’t I know what’s going on?

The soda-can-whooshing sound nearby sends a hot blade of terror through my body. I can’t stay here for some hulking monster to show up and pick me off. I have to find safety. I have to find whoever brought me here.

I have to find a freaking winter jacket so I don’t die of exposure.

I clamber out of the dark, strange coffin and hit the ground. Immediately, my toes curl and I want to retreat back into the pod. It is cold. So cold that I know I can’t get very far without shoes. Maybe I need to crawl back inside and wait for a rescue.

A deep, unearthly groan comes from somewhere nearby. It’s a bass groan, the sound much deeper than any woman could make, and I think of the stranger carried off by the monster.

Definitely not staying.

I quickly check my “coffin” for anything that might be a shoe, and when it provides nothing, I strip off my paper-thin gown and rip it in half. It’s not protecting me from the elements anyhow, and I need to get away from here, quickly. I grab handfuls of the strange, springy moss and make quick pillows out of it, then wrap the length of fabric around each foot. I’ll be able to get somewhere faster if my feet aren’t touching the bitterly cold earth.

Rubbing my hands up and down my arms, I squat next to my coffin, trying to determine the best place to run to. There’s a craggy cliff not too far away, and I can see hints of greenery on it. Perhaps there’s a cave nearby that will allow me to get out of this horrible wind. I straighten, looking around to see if anyone is noticing the naked chick, and when the coast seems clear, I race for the rocks as quickly as I can.

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