My people collected— (Captured.) —all the bi-pedal inhabitants of a small blue planet in a galaxy that was quite a journey from our own star system. Tender-skinned and intelligent, these new aliens make interesting pets. Fascinating, actually. And when the rest of the universe realizes this, everybody wants to own one. Therefore, we need these new aliens to breed. It’s my job to assist the aliens in reproducing… by whatever means I deem necessary. \\Note: this is a 20K Short Story Gothic Horror-ish/Science Fiction Romance. This is a deviation from my other stories, pretty absent of humor. Honestly, it’s a little messed up. This is not where you’ll find your Christmas cheer this year… unless you’re a little twisted too. Trigger warnings for those who could be triggered by triggerish material. 18+. Important word of advice: Do NOT read this story while swimming. Not because it has anything at all to do with water—it doesn’t—but because your e-reading device could be damaged. (You’re welcome.)

The aliens who have been raising us humans for hundreds of generations love to focus on developing and accentuating all the traits that Homo sapiens can express. And the man I’ve been locked in a cage with is an example of selective tampering at its most extreme. He’s what we humans refer to as an ‘Ornamental.’ Keeper wants to pair us because he wants to replicate the looks of this male. There’s just one problem. This man is angry and mean. And he’s dead set against passing on his genes. But being denied isn’t going to make Keeper very happy… \\Note: this is a Standalone 36K Short Story Science Fiction Romance. Unnatural Selection is set in the same universe as The Pet Project, but it doesn't reference any of the characters and can be enjoyed entirely by itself. This book is for readers 18 years and older. Contains explicit sexual situations. There is a light Reverse Harem set-up warning for those who don't want to read RH—and for those who do. Enjoy, my friends!♥

My alien keeper rescued me from a man I should have been able to trust: my father. Raised by an alien, I never really learned how to interact with human people. And that’s fine. I’m happy just as I am. I never feel like I’m missing out on anything. ...So I don’t understand why this new human, Lee, affects me so strangely. Then again, he did just admit that he’s been hunting me. If he hurts me, and Keeper finds out—he’s a dead man. Ask me how I know.