THE VIRGIN HUNT GAMES
by Mel Teshco
Publication Date: January 18, 2021
Tropes: Forbidden Love, Off Limits, Overcoming Odds
Genres: Adult, Entangled: One Handed Reads, Erotic, Paranormal, Sci-fi, Aliens, Romance
EARTH, YEAR 2324
Melody Simmons desperately needs to fill her bank accounts with credits that could help her family climb out of near poverty. And in the Virgin Hunt Games, that means enticing as many hunters as possible to bed her. The downside? Billions of viewers from all parts of the galaxy would be watching her fall from virtue with avid interest.
Alien Damon Banscott despises everything about the Virgin Hunt Games. Except the fact he can now legally destroy his enemy in the games. He is in this only for revenge. Then Damon sees one of the beautiful hunted and, for a moment, his heart stops beating. He’ll fight to the death before allowing another hunter to touch and deflower Melody.
But while the hunters get more credits by pleasing their captive mate sexually, the hunted women received more by finding their pleasure with any of the hunters who weren’t their assigned mate.
Let the games begin…
Excerpt:
Prince Damon Banscott of Saberlynth scowled as he peered out through bamboo shutters from the first floor of the central tower’s holding room, where he and nine other hunters were confined.
The sun had long since burned through the chill of dawn, its egg-yolk brilliance pulling free from the uppermost level of the surrounding amphitheater to illuminate a ninety-thousand strong audience. But the full-to-capacity crowd was nothing compared to the billions of viewers watching this latest Virgin Hunt Games from every corner of the galaxy. A Games he had once wanted no part of. How things had changed.
Damon bunched his hands into fists, his heartbeat pounding until it became a dull roar in his ears. There’d been no need for the scouts and officials to blackmail him into taking part in this seventy-sixth tournament, as they had some of the other contestants. Not after Damon learned his greatest enemy, the Zeta assassin Bastion Legada, had agreed to participate.
Damon’s scowl morphed into a hard smile. It was serendipity that he would finally get his vengeance on Bastion…and not receive a death sentence for the trouble. That he might even be rewarded for his violence highlighted just how twisted and disturbing the Games had become. But then, sex and violence always guaranteed high screener ratings.
He resisted a bleak laugh. Theoretically, violence wasn’t allowed in the Games. But he’d still find a way to end Bastion’s life. The Zeta thug had been sent to kill Damon’s father—the late king of Saberlynth—and had succeeded, thus ensuring a Zeta victory in the bloody war that had been raging for nearly a decade between the Saberlynth and Zeta worlds.
Damon’s human mother, the Saberlynth queen, hadn’t even been given time to grieve. She’d wanted to end the carnage, just as the Zeta elders had known she would. She’d barely had her husband’s body laid out in a burning pod before signing a treaty giving Bastion’s people unrestricted rights to the rare and sought-after mineral Xomonium.
The ancient rock, found deep under Saberlynth’s rich organic surface, was a powerful energy source once it was compressed and heated to its liquid state.
But even though Damon’s people were finally at peace, there were those who condemned their queen for giving up their most valuable commodity to the enemy. And unless Damon killed Bastion and salved his people’s grief, an uprising against her seemed inevitable.
He exhaled slowly. He’d get his vengeance soon enough. The Zeta bastard deserved to suffer a slow and painful death, and Damon was just the man for the job.
Meanwhile, he would put on a show and draw on his combat expertise to hunt down his appointed virgin. Hell. He might even win the damn Games and prove once and for all he’d make the perfect future king. Because despite his impure blood—thanks to the human DNA he shared with his mother—he was more than up to the task.
The mood in the amphitheater lifted to a whole new level as the commencement neared, the spectators’ passion for the Games palpable as they began chanting the name of the favorite hunter to win the Virgin Hunt Games.
“Bastion. Bastion. Bastion!”
Damon hissed out a breath. Bastion Legada was the clear choice because of his much-celebrated war exploits. Crimes, as far as Damon was concerned. Bastion was considered an elite warrior, the best of the best.
Good thing the audience knew little to nothing about Damon’s own so-called heroics. It meant he was an underdog and less of a target to the other murderous hunters wanting to win the Games by any means necessary and claim victory.
Each contestant was given a percentage of the prize pool according to how long he or she lasted before being brought down. Of course, there were many other factors, including who the hunter fucked and how often and how much pleasure was derived from the act by the virgin. But the winner would claim a staggering 50 percent of the credits. Not to mention the sponsorships and endorsements he—or she—would obtain.
Damon didn’t doubt for a second the big-headed Bastion would do whatever necessary to win. Let him try. That Damon planned to ensure the hunter wouldn’t live to bask in his glory or see a penny of his credits was just the icing on Damon’s cake.
The chanting rose in volume, and Damon couldn’t stop a growl from crawling up his throat. The energy would have been staggering under any other circumstances. But hearing his enemy’s name being sung out like a benediction turned his blood to ice and his temper red-hot.
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MEL TESHCO BIO:
Mel Teshco loves to write scorching paranormal, sci-fi and contemporary stories. Not easy with five cats, two dogs and a fat black thoroughbred vying for attention, especially when Mel’s also busily stuffing around on Facebook. With only one daughter now living at home to feed two minute noodles, she still shakes her head at how she managed to write with three daughters and three stepchildren living under the same roof. Not to mention Mr. Semi-Patient (the one and same husband hoping for early retirement…he’s been waiting a few years now…) Clearly anything is possible, even in the real world.
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