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Copyright ©2007 by Charlotte Boyett-Compo

First published in 2007, 2007

NOTICE: This work is copyrighted. It is licensed only for use by the original purchaser. Making copies of this work or distributing it to any unauthorized person by any means, including without limit email, floppy disk, file transfer, paper print out, or any other method constitutes a violation of International copyright law and subjects the violator to severe fines or imprisonment.
EVILWIND
By
Charlotte Boyett-Compo

© copyright February 2007, Charlotte Boyett-Compo

Cover art by Jenny Dixon, © copyright February 2007

New Concepts Publishing

Lake Park, GA 31636

www.newconceptspublishing.com

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

Dedication
To Angie Evans, who has such wicked dreams of Kamerone...
Forward

In the Terran year of 1994, Bridget Dunne became one of many young, beautiful and highly intelligent women to disappear from her world without a trace. Abducted from her college in Grinnell, Iowa, Bridie woke to find she was on board an alien space craft—along with nine other women—bound for the planet Rysalia Prime in a distant part of the universe far beyond her own galaxy. Bridie was just one more woman taken from her home world to a place where men ruled supreme and women were thought of as chattel to be bought and sold at whim. Because of her college training in the field of psychology, she was handed over to the Behavioral Modification Unit on Frontier Station Kahmsin-14 to work with Dr. Beryla Dean, an eminent biogenetic scientist.

Before Bridie arrived on FSK-14, the women of Rysalia had begun organizing a resistance force to gain their freedom. They needed a powerful man among the Rysalians to ally with them to help them achieve their objective. They also needed to set a honey trap—an enticing female to catch the eye and attention of their reluctant target—and Bridie was chosen because a certain renowned warrior had once given her a lustful glance in passing.

That man had been Prime Reaper Captain Kamerone Cree, the most feared man in the Rysalian Empire. An intergalactic shape-shifting killing machine, Cree had been charged with crimes he had not committed—crimes that had been staged by the Resistance to implicate the Reaper in their rebellion. As a result, he was remanded by the Ministry of Justice to the Be-Mod unit for reinforcement therapy—a torturous series of brutal sessions designed to bring him to his knees, to break him down to his lowest common denominator, and then strengthen his savage behavior. During these sessions, he would come into close contact with Bridie and the trap would be set. Unbeknownst to the Ministry of Justice, the Resistance had infiltrated the behavioral modification sessions and began using subliminal messages to turn Bridget into the only saving light in Cree's dark, painful world. Unable to get her out of his mind or keep his treacherous body from desiring her, the Prime Reaper developed an uncontrollable urge to have her for his own—consequences be damned—and he sets out to do just that.

Neither Cree nor Bridget reckoned on a developing love that would bind them together for all time. Manipulated by the Resistance with deep-seated subliminals and psychotropic drugs, the two lovers would find themselves embroiled in a rebellion that would see hundreds of thousands of men dead in the space of two hours time and their world now run by women who wanted to eliminate Cree from the equation and place Bridget into the hands of his worst enemy.

But no one had counted on a ragtag assortment of warriors who would rescue Cree from his planned execution and spirit him into the barren darkness of space in search of his woman. Having overtaken the ship on which Bridget was being held Cree dispatched his enemy, reclaimed his woman, but in the bargain was forced to terminate three women warriors whose race would issue a death warrant for his capture. Unaware he has been declared the most wanted man in the universe, Kamerone Cree wants only to live in peace with the woman he loves more than his own life.

Fleeing to Bridget's home world where it was now 2062, Cree, his men and a handful of Terran women who had aided in Cree's escape from his near-death at the hands of the Resistance, must blend in seamlessly into this new world. Fate is with them and they are able to make new lives on Terra.

On the way to Terra, Bridget gives birth to Cree's child, creating problems neither she nor the Reaper knows how to solve. Unable to hold his son for fear the beast within him will harm the child, Cree feels useless in this new life. He is a warrior whose talents can never be utilized on Terra. Unhappy, bored, and restless, he finds himself being stalked by a mysterious woman he knows is an alien bounty hunter. Realizing she must have been sent to bring him back to Rysalia Prime and a horrifying fate reserved expressly for him, his uneasiness spills over into his family life, alienating him further from Bridie and their child.

When Cree is captured by his dreaded adversary Dr. Hael Sejm right from beneath Bridget's nose and spirited back through time and space to his intended execution, Bridie is driven to her knees with fear for her husband. She knows all too well what will happen when the Reaper is returned to Rysalia. She turns to Tylan Kahn, the one man who can help her.

Once more Cree's friends find a way to attempt his rescue and leaving their adopted world behind, set out to reach Cree before his fate is sealed.

Their ship is disabled when struck by an asteroid and the warrioresses, who had taken Cree prisoner, are forced to land on the barren world of Montyne Vex to make repairs. It is while they are on that desolate world that the Reaper saves not one but three lives of his captors, thus assuring for himself a state of Attribution—his enemies’ lives now belong to him and they are sworn to protect him—no matter what. Now in command of the ship, Cree intends to return to Terra but begrudgingly the women warriors inform Cree his bloodkin are awaiting execution on Rysalia Prime. Cree knows before he can return to Bridget, he must do all he can to save the condemned men. Enlisting the aid of the women warriors and their goddess, the Reaper finds himself once more on the way to a world eagerly awaiting his destruction. With the help of those who were once his sworn enemies, Cree must find a way to save himself and his fellow Reapers from the fiery deaths awaiting them. Only then can Cree return to Terra, taking with him his rescued bloodkin and the warrior women who will never be able to return to their home world because they helped him.

While Cree's ship and the ship of his friends are racing toward Rysalia Prime, the Prime Reaper's eldest bloodson—Khiershon—is having his own problems on their side of the universe. He, too, had been the target of the same race of women striving to bring his bloodsire to justice and has managed to escape just in the nick of time. Traveling with a Terran medivac ship from that worlds distant future, Khiershon will find himself as attracted to a Terran woman as his father before him and will Join with Caitlin Kelly in a ceremony that will bind them together for all time.

As the ship carrying Kamerone Cree speeds toward Rysalia Prime, another bearing Cree's Terran friends in hot pursuit, Khiershon and his crew are also headed for the planet where the bloodthirsty Daughters of the Multitude now rule. Unaware his bloodsire has been captured and is destined for execution on the planet Khiershon is going there to rescue his bloodkin who are to be terminated on the Feast of Alluvial, only one month away.

Chapter One

"He's dreaming again,” Lt. Cirolia Sern told her crew mates as she took her seat at the navigational console. She reached down to pet the old weretiger who was never far from her side.

"Strange,” Major Akkadia Kahmal remarked. She was toying with the long red braid that hung over her left shoulder. “I was told that Reapers rarely dream."

"If the E.S.U. system hadn't been damaged beyond my ability to repair it,” Lt. Melankhoia Chanz reminded them, “he wouldn't be having bad dreams and we wouldn't have to be spelling one another and doing each other's jobs."

"Hey, I'm not complaining,” Lt. Augenia Deon spoke up. “I'm learning far more than I ever did at Fleet."

Lt. Renata Aegean looked up from her weapons/defense op monitor. “How do you know it's a bad dream he's having, ‘Lia?"

"There are tears running down his cheeks,” Sern replied softly.

Dorrie Burkhart—the only non-Amazeen and civilian member among the seven women onboard the
Alluvia
—looked up from the e-book she had been reading. “He misses his lady,” she said quietly.

"Until I met Kamerone Cree, there was no way you could have ever convinced me Reapers were capable of crying,” Kahmal stated, “much less have feelings that could generate tears to begin with."

"Kam is not an ordinary Reaper,” Dorrie snapped. “He is a man among men and...."

"You're in love with him,” Kahmal interrupted. She didn't like the Terran woman and considered her a rival although neither had a chance with Kamerone Cree.

Lifting her chin, Dorrie glared at the Amazeen Major. “I've never said I wasn't. He knows how I feel."

"What is it with you Terran women?” Lt. Cedilla Tyrian, the
Alluvia's
engineer inquired. “Are you predisposed to fall for men like Cree?” When Dorrie shot her a nasty look, Tyrian held up her hands. “I'm only asking. No insult was intended, Burkhart."

"No more so than Amazeen women are predisposed to want to enslave the men with whom they come in contact,” Dorrie snapped. “Terran women like strong men who won't let a woman walk all over him."

"That would be our Cree,” Sern said with a chuckle. She glanced down at her pet weretiger. “Isn't that right, Ceatie?"

The old weretiger lifted his head, swiped at his mistress’ hand, purred loudly, then went back to sleep at her feet.

"I can't argue the point about the enslavement,” Kahmal said. “I do own a breeding farm on Amazeen."

Dorrie blinked. “You do?"

Kahmal shrugged. “I have about twenty-odd men there but they are well cared for. I don't abuse them as do some of our Sisters. The men seem content enough. I've never had to have one emasculated. They are not, however, what I would classify as strong men. I've never had one try to rebel."

"That's because you treat them decently,” Deon commented.

"The Major's farm is known for the quality of its breeders,” Sern told Dorrie.

"I've utilized the services of one or two of the Major's studs,” Chanz reported, “but since the problem is with my plumbing, there won't be any little Chanzettes roaming the hills of Amazeen."

"When I'm ready to retire, I might check out the men the Major owns,” Lt. Augenia Deon said entering the conversation. “I'd like to have a couple of little girls to teach."

Dorrie shook her head. “You women make it sound like you're just heading over to the corner market for a loaf of bread and a jug of milk. You're no better than the Rysalian Empire when all is said and done."

Kahmal frowned. “I suppose if you look at it in that way, we aren't so different than the Empire was except in that they enslaved women, trading and selling them like cattle."

"Isn't that what you Amazeen do?” Dorrie countered. “Don't you trade and sell men like they're cattle?"

"Men are pigs, not cattle!” Aegean joked and everyone—including Dorrie—laughed at the jest.

"I can't argue with you there,” Dorrie admitted. “The exception being Cree."

"It's good to know you don't consider me a pig."

The women looked around to see the Prime Reaper leaning against the bulkhead, his arms crossed over his brawny chest. Since his only pair of boots had been destroyed during one of his Transitions from humanoid to wolf-like creature, he was barefoot as he stood there and that made him even more strikingly sensual to the women. They wondered how long he'd been listening to their conversation but not a one of them dared to ask.

"No, you're not a pig. A stubborn mule,” Dorrie suggested, “but never a pig, Kami."

Rolling his eyes at Dorrie's use of an endearment he allowed only from his lady, Bridget, Kamerone Cree turned his attention from her to Kahmal, the Amazeen bounty hunter who had been dispatched to Terra to bring him back to Rysalia Prime for execution. “May I have a word with you, ‘Kadia?"

"Will it take long? We're not that far from Diabolusian air space and I'd like to be on the bridge should we be hailed,” Kahmal told him.

"Not long,” he replied and pushed away from the bulkhead. He turned in the direction of the Long Range Cruiser's lounge, just off the bridge.

"He looks worried,” Dorrie said to no one in particular.

"Perhaps his dreams disturbed him,” Kahmal mused.

"Be gentle with him, Major,” Chanz said with a laugh. “He's a delicate little flower."

"Aye, right,” Kahmal said with a snort. “He's about as delicate as a Chalean fly trap."

Taking a seat at one of the tables in the lounge, Kamerone Cree stretched out his long legs, crossed his bare ankles, and relaxed as much as his nightmare would allow. His acute hearing had taken in Kahmal's statement and he thought perhaps the Amazeen women were beginning to know him better than he would have liked. When the Major took a seat beside him, he slipped casually into her consciousness and wasn't surprised to read her concern for his state of mind.

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