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	Menagerie By: Santiago, Lara Published By: Siren Publishing PDF for Digital Editions Price: $5.99 Mobipocket Reader Price: $5.99 Microsoft Reader Price: $5.99 Available to read online in eb20 (what's this?) PDF for Digital EditionsMobipocket ReaderMicrosoft Reader	EBOOK OPTIONS ADD TO CART ADD TO WISHLIST TELL A FRIEND RECEIVE ALERTS
	Siren: All-Time Bestseller Amazon: #55 Bestselling Fantasy Romance Fictionwise: #1 Bestselling Erotic Romance Mobipocket: #1 Bestselling Romance What’s a girl to do with five hot guys who need her for their sexual survival? Create a weekly schedule. Accidentally transported to an alien spaceship, Valerie Thornhill inadvertently volunteers to be a virtual sex slave for five men. A shortage of females and her blatant curiosity aboard the alien vessel conspire and set fate in motion. The fact that the five are sexy and attractive is helpful when she learns the term of service is three years. Forbidden to show favoritism within her unusual household for the duration of the long trip, Valerie still can’t help falling in love with the most intriguing one of her male harem. The fact that she is apprehensive about his demeanor and overall size only heightens her desire for him. When the aliens discover Valerie’s indiscretion, the ultimate price for her desire may jeopardize the return trip to Earth for all of them. Sensuality Rating: SCORCHING Genre: Erotic Sci-fi/Multiple Partner Romance Length: 72,000 words "Words fascinate me. I especially love hearing new word combinations because they often inspire story ideas. The spark for this book came after I heard the words male harem. I was well into writing the story before the word Menagerie traipsed across my conscious, becoming the perfect title. Hope you enjoy it."~ Lara ~ [Erotic Romance: Contains graphic sexual content and adult language.]

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STORY EXCERPT

“…is why the men here need sex.” An unrecognized voice echoed in Valerie’s sluggish brain.

Join the club, she thought, rousing further. She opened her eyes and realized she was sitting in a very uncomfortable chair.

“Therefore, after the gauntlet arena selection, you will be required to have sex with each one of the men in your selected group at least once every two months so that they won’t die a painful death,” the blue alien standing before her said in a stern tone.

Valerie was no longer face down in the dirt. She was no longer outdoors. Lifting her head slowly, she quickly realized she was also no longer alone. Half slumped in a hard metal chair, she straightened and stretched the kinks out of her back. After several satisfying pops, she resisted the urge to yawn.

Where am I?

Looking first to her right, she noticed fifteen or so other shell-shocked-looking women in various stages of dress. To her left was much the same view. There was one poor soul wearing only a bra and panties. But another was in a full fledged business suit complete with patterned pantyhose and stilettos. The others in the room looked like they’d been pulled from backstage at a play between acts.

Valerie looked down at her boring gray sweats. At least she wasn’t in her underwear like half the women in the room.

The blue alien looked like a body builder that had been dipped in cerulean paint. He cleared his throat and all the women in the room sent their gaze forward. No one in the room spoke.

The grimace forming on his face wasn’t attractive and bordered on hostile. He stared as if he was waiting for something from them. Valerie had no idea what it could be and resisted the urge to yawn, certain it wasn’t the response he searched for. She wished she hadn’t missed the first part of what he’d said.

“Don’t any of you have questions?” he asked. “I usually get a lot of questions.”

Valerie raised her hand. The blue alien man’s expression softened. He pointed at her and gestured that she stand.

She sighed deeply and stood. Over a sea of heads seated in the several rows of chairs in front of her, Valerie fixed her gaze on the strange blue man waiting with eyebrows lifted for her question.

“What was your name again?”

He stiffened. “You may call me, Blue. What is your question? Or was that it?”

Valerie paused at his name. His skin was blue and his name was Blue? Whatever.

“We haven’t got all day,” he remarked and glanced at his clipboard thing.

“You want me to do what with a group of strange men?”

He sent a piercing stare through her, crossed his substantial arms over his chest and the hostile expression returned. “Haven’t you been listening?”

Blue, the alien with the Smurf-blue skin, looked like he’d fallen into a vat of sapphire dye and soaked for awhile. Maybe that’s why he was so grumpy. His hair was dark brown along with his thick eyebrows and his eyes were also brown. He wore snug pants and no shirt.

“Well, sure, to part of it, but…” she trailed off and sat back down.

Was she dreaming? If so, wouldn’t she be the one in her underwear being called to task in the classroom?

“Have any of you been listening?” he railed and sent another stern gaze drilling to several of the other women.

No one else said a word. Perhaps they were all as confused as she was.

Valerie decided that this was the single most vivid dream she’d ever had, and the strangest. She felt like she’d come into the middle of a movie. Only she didn’t remember how she got here or where she’d been before being seated at the back of the class. Someone else must have put her here, because if she’d seated herself, she would have been in the front row. Definitely a dream.

She sent her gaze forward again. Blue’s expression hadn’t changed from annoyance. A couple of phrases brushed her memory. Gauntlet arena with groups of men and have sex with each of them. If she’d remembered correctly.

Yeah. Like that would really happen. She barely knew what to do with one man let alone a group of them. The rest of the women seated around her seemed even less enthusiastic.

“Don’t any of you have anything to say?”

No one responded.

The few women standing along the edges of the room, possibly due to the inadequate seating, seemed equally shocked into speechlessness by Blue’s words. Perhaps it was a group dream.

Blue sighed deeply, as if he were dealing with children who were too ignorant to comprehend his words. “Don’t you understand? There are never enough women to go around when you are brought here, so the men have to share. They suffer if they have to go without sex for that long in this environment. Do you want them to suffer?” He looked around the room, making eye contact with several of the attendees. “Well, do you?”

Like sheep afraid to stand up for themselves, they all began to shake their heads. Valerie didn’t respond. She didn’t particularly care about the suffering of strange horny men. It was a stupid dream, and therefore no participation was required.

“Now, we haven’t much time, as we are running behind schedule. I don’t have time to repeat myself. Therefore, we’ll take you through orientation quickly and then bring you right to the beginner’s gauntlet arena. It’s a little quieter than the advanced one. Hopefully you can learn what you need to know along the way.”

A woman to Valerie’s right, who’d obviously been in the middle of putting make-up on and dressed completely in beige, raised her hand. “How many men are in a group?”

Blue nodded and the frown disappeared as if he’d finally heard a worthy question. “It varies. Never more than seven and no less than four. The average is five.”

Valerie looked down at her gray jogging suit, wishing she’d managed to conjure up a nicer outfit for this dream. If she were about to meet men, a sweat suit wasn’t exactly the most flattering clothing she could have worn.

Blue was talking again, but Valerie missed it due to her perusal of the unusual fashion statements being made around her. What did her clothing say about her? Was she an exercise geek? She sincerely hoped not.

The nebulous feeling in her brain wouldn’t allow her to remember specifics of her life. She guessed it wasn’t really important in the dream world.

“…come along now to the next station and all the important facts will be explained in greater detail. You can make your decision then. Stay together. Don’t wander off.”

Blue headed towards the only door in the room and the other women followed, one after the other, until the room emptied.

Valerie ended up at the end of the line with one of the business-suited ladies directly ahead of her. She followed along down a narrow white hallway, looking all around for a clue as to where she might be. The walls seemed to be constructed of white panels with lights hidden inside. Didn’t you usually dream about places that were familiar? Apparently not, because this place was totally alien.

Up ahead on the right, a panel had dislodged as if the wall had been hastily constructed. Through the gap, Valerie could see another hallway and she slowed to peek through. She lost sight of the business suit she was following to wrestle the panel open further.

After a little effort she was through the narrow space and into a much wider hallway. The color of the lights in this hall were varying hues of aqua. She liked this hallway much better. The color was more soothing.

Valerie chose to walk to the left because the hall was longer in that direction, and seemed to go farther. After walking for several minutes, she heard voices. She rounded a corner and plowed into someone.

A tall, male someone.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t see you,” said a totally luscious, deep male voice over her head. There was another man standing next to him, but Valerie couldn’t tear herself away to get a look. The man she’d run into felt too good.

“I don’t mind.” Valerie grabbed his arms and laid her forehead on his chest. He smelled delicious. Taking a deep breath, she tilted her head up to check out his face. Wide shoulders led to a square jaw and he had a cleft in his chin, too. Focusing in on his vivid, saltwater-blue eyes last of all, she noted that he was completely gorgeous.

Valerie had read somewhere that dreams were thought to be the brain’s way of cataloging information gathered during each day of the dreamer’s life. She must have seen this hunk at the park or something and filed him away for later dreaming. He’d been worth the wait. Now in this dream, she could do anything that she wanted to with him.

Plus, she had the benefit of a better personality. In dreams she was always funnier, smarter and definitely prettier.

A bemused smile greeted her as she stared. He gripped her shoulders, squeezing gently. “Are you on your way to the gauntlet arena?”

Valerie scrunched her eyebrows. Hadn’t that blue alien guy said something about an arena and a gauntlet?

“Is that where you’re going?” she asked.

He nodded. “That’s where I’m headed.”

“Me too. Maybe we could walk together.” She was prepared to say anything to keep this guy interested.

He exchanged amused glances with the man standing next to him and asked, “Are you spoken for yet?”

“I don’t think so. How would I know for sure?”

“Have you selected any man from the gauntlet arena?”

“No.” Valerie frowned. “What’s that gauntlet arena thing again?” Better to get her answers from this hunk than a hostile blue alien.

He narrowed his eyes, then explained. “The gauntlet arena is a large room filled with men seeking a partner. When you enter and walk down the gauntlet aisle, the interested men will step forward and try to get your attention.” He looked her up and down. “I expect you’ll garner a lot of attention.”

“Why?” His interested appraisal brought a grin to her lips. In her non-dream life she seldom rated a single look of interest from the men she came into contact with on a day-to-day basis. Attractive men like the man before her never saw her at all.

He smiled in return. “Well, first of all, you’re a blonde. It’s rare in this place, for some unexplained reason. And second of all,” his eyes ran down her body with definite interest once again, “you aren’t frighteningly skinny like the majority of the women here.”

Valerie frowned and looked down at her crappy jogging suit. And while she’d always dreamed of being frighteningly skinny, she’d also always considered herself pleasingly plump. “Does that mean you think I’m fat?”

His eyes widened with panic. “No. Of course not. I meant absolutely no insult. It’s just that the slightly curvier women are, well, more kindhearted in this place.” He leaned in and whispered confidentially, “The bony, skinny ones are mean. It’s not their fault. It has something to do with the alien vortex process when they’re brought aboard.”

Alien vortex process? Valerie drilled a look into his beautiful eyes, trying to understand. “How are the skinny chicks mean to you? What do they do?”

He shrugged. “It’s their temperament, I guess. They go out of their way to aggravate all around them and especially men, but only after they’ve selected a group. By then it’s too late. The new men here always go for the skinny, mean ones and subsequently they’re stuck. Those women with a little meat on their bones are always selected first by the seasoned men here.”

Valerie nodded, but didn’t quite believe what he said. Her slightly hazy memory, which seemed to fade with each passing moment, recalled an incident very recently where a man she was with had suggested that she should go on a diet.

Even now the feeling of shame washed down her insides in a burning, hurtful rush. She shook her head to dissolve the remembered sting and lifted her eyes to his face. This was her dream, after all. She would control it and she most assuredly didn’t want to think about diets.

This man’s seductive gaze drilled through to her soul. His face reflected an expression suggesting that he liked what he saw in the deep, dark recesses of her mind.

“The men who have been here a while understand that principle, anyway, and I certainly do.” His eyes traveled appreciatively down the rounded figure hidden by the boring jogging suit. “Yep, they’re going to love you, all right.”

Valerie nodded, released him and brushed her hands down her blah gray jogging shirt, which probably didn’t enhance her round body in the least. “So after the interested men select me, then what?”

His gaze narrowed. “Then you select the one man you like best out of those who are interested and he takes you to meet his group.”

“Oh yeah, the group. They mentioned the groups when I first got here. How many men are in your group?”

“Five.”

Valerie nodded and smiled. “I hear that’s the average.”

“I guess.”

“Then what?”

His eyebrows lifted. “Then if all of us agree you’re the one for us, we seal the deal.”

Sex? Did ‘seal the deal’ in this dream mean sex? Of course it did. It was her dream. It could mean whatever she wanted.

Valerie studied the man before her. He had a nice face. A patient face. He was tall and his wavy strawberry-blond hair and general body build reminded her of an Iowa farm boy. He perhaps also had a touch of Irish in his blood. Sexy, as far as she was concerned.

Valerie wanted to ensure she could find this man again. “What’s your name?”

“You can call me Hauser.”

“I’m Valerie.” She reached out and touched his shoulder. She squeezed it. The muscle in his arm was solid, not like in her usual dreams, when you reached for something that you wanted and it vaporized.

He laughed nervously. “Are you sure you’re okay, Valerie?”

“So can I just pick you? And you would be one of the men I spent time with here in this place?” She glanced around the sterile hallways where they stood as if someone might witness her molesting his shoulder with prurient intent.

His eyes widened and he looked over at his friend. The other man shook his head. Hauser chuckled and said, “I believe we have to make our selections in the gauntlet arena for it to count.”

“Okay. Let’s go there. I’d like to choose you. Is that okay?” Valerie ran her hand from his muscled chest to his fine flat abs. He made a sound somewhere between a grunt and a surprised growl. “Will you step up at the gauntlet arena so I can choose you?”

“Yes. I believe I will.”

“Excellent.” Valerie sighed. She knew she’d wake up before anything ‘good’ happened, but planned to enjoy this dream for as long as it lasted.

Hauser’s smile dissolved and his expression hardened. “You understand what the five of us in our group want, right?”

She laughed. “Yes. You all want sex. I get it.”

Hauser exchanged a knowing smile with his friend, who sent his gaze to the ceiling as if in disbelief. Perhaps he was looking for a partner too. The man who accompanied Hauser was attractive in a long-haired, rebel guy sort of way, but Valerie much preferred Hauser.

The three of them strolled down the blue-lit hallway. After two or three turns that completely made her lost, she noticed they now moved towards a group of people. There were several of the painted aliens dressed just like the first alien guy, only these two had green skin and blond hair.

Approaching slowly, Valerie saw that they stood outside a set of over-tall wooden double doors. A line of girls waited for entrance, and each time the door opened to admit one, a rousing cheer went up, cut off only by the door closing.

“So let me get this straight. I wait in line while you go inside. Then when it’s my turn to go inside, I walk down the gauntlet, they cheer and then you’ll come and get me.”

“For the most part, yes, that’s right. Keep walking as far as you can, I’ll be towards the end of the gauntlet row. They’ll be lining the ropes on either side. Sometimes it gets a little crowded by the time you get to the end, but I’ll grab your wrist when you get close enough to me. If you still want to be with my group, just touch my skin anywhere. When the crowd clears, declare that you’ve chosen me.”

She reached out and stroked her hand down his arm. “Should I yell out your name?”

Hauser shook his head. “Probably not. We shouldn’t have met ahead of time. Some of the other men might complain that I took unfair advantage.” He winked.

Mesmerized by his wink, Valerie finally answered, “Oh. Okay.”

They were within shouting distance of the group waiting outside the tall doors, but no one had looked up to see them approaching yet. Hauser slowed his stride. “May I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“If I select you as the mate for my group, how often will you allow sex for each of us?”

Valerie shrugged. “I don’t know. What’s the average for that sort of thing?” She expected to wake up before any actual sex took place, but she played along.

“The Others think that once every other month is enough.”

“The Others?”

“That’s what we call the multicolored aliens here.”

Nodding, she asked, “And sex every other month isn’t enough?”

“I’ve been here for almost two months already. I’m starting to get shaky. I hear at three months I’ll want to die.”

Valerie sympathized. She didn’t want him to suffer for a second. Glancing back at the hallway they’d just come from, she wondered if she could talk him into a quickie in some remote closet. Just looking at him made her want to climb up his body, licking all the way. Given all the rules they seemed to have, she imagined that wouldn’t happen. They probably had rules against closets and any licking taking place inside them.

“Hmm. Well, how about twice a month for each guy. What’s that, ten times for me each month? I could do that, easy.” Besides, it was a dream. Not like she would ever get to have any real sex with this gorgeous guy anyway. She would be on the verge of ecstasy, about to experience multiple orgasmic delights, and then her alarm clock would shrilly ring before the first ripple of climax hit her unsatisfied body.

That was the way her dreams always worked, frustratingly enough.

His eyes widened. “That would be very generous of you.”

Valerie shrugged. “If they all look like you, it will be my pleasure.” She suspected that even if the others looked like Quasimodo, the elephant man, king of the lepers and Satan, Hauser would still be worth it all on his own. He was a walking advertisement for the kind of insatiable sex appeal she’d only dreamed about. The kind of immediate attraction she’d waited for in her awake life. Could she drag Hauser back through this fabulous dream to her awake life? Likely not.

Hauser winked at her and separated himself before anyone noticed they’d walked down the hall together. He entered a smaller door next to the double doors where all the women in line entered one at a time.

Stepping up to the last woman in the long line, Valerie studied the other females while she waited for her turn. They’d obviously changed clothes. Many were attired in fancy dresses, sported freshly coiffed hair and wore makeup. The majority of them were frighteningly skinny, as Hauser had mentioned.

Valerie looked down at her sweat outfit and suddenly felt sort of foolish. Her hair was pulled away from her face and secured with a gray scrunchy, which matched her equally boring gray cotton jogging suit.

Over her shoulder, she noticed a fresh batch of four women, also dressed up in very fancy clothing, approach to stand in line behind her. She probably should have gone with the initial group to change, but she guessed it didn’t matter. Valerie had a guy lined up and Hauser hadn’t cared about her clothes. Undoubtedly, sex was more important than fashion from a male perspective. Suddenly, a disturbing thought occurred to her and she hoped Hauser hadn’t been teasing her. It wouldn’t be the first time a man had stood her up.

The gauntlet arena door opened and another exuberant cheer sounded as the woman in line directly ahead of Valerie disappeared through the tall entryway. She took a long step forward and into the attention of the new alien guy. He glanced up and down her body a few times as if with curiosity. His gaze finally landed on her face with an expression that said although he found her attire completely inappropriate, he didn’t want to argue over it or stop the speed of the line to question her.

She broke the ice by speaking before he changed his mind and expressed disapproval of her clothing. “Let me guess, your name is Aqua.”

“Correct.” One light-blond eyebrow on his aqua-painted face lifted. “Are you ready to make your selection in the gauntlet arena?”

Valerie answered with a hesitant, “Yes,” even as unease slid through her veins. Hauser had seemed very interested. She closed her eyes and sent up a little prayer that he wasn’t lying about wanting her.

“When I open the door, make your way down the roped off areas. Look for those men you find appealing. Touch the skin of the one you want with your open hand and further instructions will follow.”

“Right.” Valerie nodded and shrugged as though she’d done this a hundred times before.

Without a further word, Aqua opened the door and ushered her through. Valerie was unprepared for the sheer volume of men in attendance. There must have been hundreds of them and another rousing cheer went up when she crossed the threshold into the large darkened room. She took two steps inside, and the door closed solidly behind her.

ADULT EXCERPT

“After you.”

Valerie took a deep, silent breath and entered the room. Much like the room she’d originally met all of her men in, there was a sofa, two chairs and table in an arrangement, but beyond the entry was an open set of double glass doors leading to her perception of a fantasy bedroom.

What looked like miles of white gauzy fabric was artfully draped and swirled over a huge canopied, four-poster bed that was also covered in yards of white linen.

“Wow,” she whispered. “Nice room. Like out of a fairy tale.”

Hauser’s hands landed on her shoulders. “Does it relax you enough for what’s about to happen between us?”

Valerie turned to face a smiling Hauser as heat rose to her cheeks. “I’m not sure.”

“Well, why don’t we start with a kiss and see where that leads us.” Hauser gently slipped his hands through her hair to cup her head. He leaned in for a kiss in the next second and the utter pleasure of his skillful tongue was enough to make her forget absolutely everything else.

He cradled her face with one hand as the other slid around her back to clench her solidly against his body.

It was no secret why they were here. Hauser hadn’t had sex for a long time and she was here to relieve his discomfort. That was her job. Her primary purpose in this alternate reality.

Hauser’s tongue brushed tenderly against hers and a tendril of desire unwound in her body. A moan escaped. He squeezed her tighter as more moaning ensued from her throat. Her vocal response prompted his hand to blaze a trail down her spine on a mission to massage her ass. His thickening cock pulsed between them, sending a shower of sensation and moisture between her legs.

The dress she wore was silk and she hadn’t bothered to put any underwear on beneath it. Hauser broke the kiss to dip his hand beneath the hem at her knees. His light stroke skimmed up the outside of her thigh. When he discovered her lack of undergarments, he growled and thrust his hips forward.

He pulled away far enough to catch her eye and say, “My, aren’t you just full of surprises.”

“One or two.” She pulled his head down for another sultry kiss.

His cock, huge and hard, pressed firmly into her stomach as a shudder rippled down his body. He squeezed her bare butt cheek once before sliding clever fingers between her legs. Two long fingers thrust inside her wet slit before she could protest. Not that she would have, but his intimate touch was a little shocking.

Her Swiss-cheese memory gave her little in the way of a foundation from her previous sexual experience. Given that every touch from his fingers seemed alien and overwhelming, she decided that she might be fairly inexperienced. His fingers slid in and out of her slick entrance easily and the feeling, while deliciously decadent, also felt incredibly naughty.

His thumb rubbed across her sensitive clit and she jumped backwards in surprise, breaking not only the kiss, but the intimate connection.

Panting, Hauser asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I…um…nothing. I’m…just not used to…you know.” She ended her stuttering sentence with a whisper.

The rate of his breathing said he was still trying to get it under control. “No. Tell me.”

“I don’t remember much about my life on Earth, but I get the feeling that I’m not very experienced…sexually. What you’re doing to me…seems very unexpected…and naughty.”

He laughed. “That’s okay. I think naughty pretty much describes this whole scenario. But don’t worry, I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

Valerie nodded. “Okay.” She took a deep breath and released it.

“God, you’re sexy.” He grabbed her shoulder with one hand, hugged her close and planted his lips sensually across her mouth, teasing her lips open with his tongue.

He danced her backwards slowly, through the double glass doors and into the bedroom. His tongue dipped and swirled inside her mouth, dueling with hers to a tempo only he could hear. Valerie slung her arms around his neck to hold on as they traveled. The thick ridge of his cock ground into her belly and aroused speculation regarding his size. She now knew he was huge and a ripple of arousal trickled down her body in anticipation as her core throbbed in readiness for him.

Once next to the bed, he yanked the zipper of her dress from neck to ass in one smooth, loud zip and a blast of cool air brushed her bare back. Hauser separated them enough to pull the pink dress off of her body. She was completely naked underneath.

She boldly grabbed his cock, which pulsed against her belly, and squeezed. He was indeed huge.

“Jesus, that feels incredible.” Hauser gave her a salacious grin and quickly pulled his clothing off until he, too, was completely naked. He reached past her and pulled the comforter down, exposing the sheets. As he straightened, he latched his lips onto her breast, sucking one lucky nipple into the depths of his warm mouth.

Valerie slid her hands to his face to hold him in place as the most acute pleasure rode wildly inside her. He suckled and a delightful zing shot straight to her clit and a gush flooded the core of her pussy. Hauser didn’t linger, but soon kissed a path from breast to mouth and drove his tongue languidly inside her mouth as he pulled her snugly against his pulsing erection. She nudged him with her hips and he clutched her even tighter.

“You feel so good, Valerie,” he murmured against her cheek. “I don’t think I can last too much longer.”

“You don’t have to. Take me to bed. I don’t want you to suffer anymore.”

“Trust me, I’m not suffering at all.” He latched his mouth to hers.

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