(Taken, Book 13)
A Paranormal Women’s Fiction Novel
Date Published: May 8, 2026
Publisher: Changeling Press
She’s got magic she’s never tapped into. He’s from
another galaxy. Together, they’re just right.
Lindsey Knepper-Lare just wants to belong. As far back as she can remember,
she’s felt different. She’s convinced she’ll always been
damaged goods. Then she’s abducted by an alien and spirited to a planet
with a name she can’t even pronounce. Then Ronan walks into her life.
He’s everything she wants, but has never had the courage to go after.
Too bad he’ll never pay her any mind.
Ronan Miir wasn’t planning on visiting the diner on ERAEMA, but the
second he spots Lindsey, he knows he has to save her. The metallic aliens on
the planet want nothing good for to her. Not Ronan. He wants to kiss, touch,
and protect her. Good thing he knows a thing or two about aliens, rescue, and
getting back to Eerie. He’s ready to make their pairing into a forever
romance… if she’ll give him a chance.
Excerpt
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Copyright ©2026 Megan Slayer
She blinked back tears and her stomach lurched again. She’d been taken
from her home against her will, was being used for something she never wanted
to take part in, and had been dumped in a place she didn’t even know to
work for a being who claimed to own her. And she had no idea how to get home.
Lovely.
“Oh, and if you try to rip the comm off your body, it will alert P482
and he’ll destroy you.” T181 threw a rag in her direction.
“Get to cleaning. These tables won’t sanitize themselves.”
She held onto the rag, then wondered what she was supposed to clean with the
rag. Instead of asking questions, she moved to the first table and wiped it
down. Tears blurred her vision, but she refused to cry. If she’d been
able to be strong so far, she could keep doing it. She had no choice.
She wasn’t about to let anyone see her crack. She’d dissociate
from herself and pretend she wasn’t here. Again. She wasn’t
anyone’s slave. She didn’t have to act like she was happy in her
surroundings.
“A few rules. Don’t talk to the clients. You’re here to
clean, not flirt. They won’t take you out of here, so don’t ask.
Understood?” T181 asked. “If they want food, they’ll let you
know, but you simply deliver. You clean, you keep your mouth shut, and you
give in to P482 if you want freedom from here.”
A man walked into the diner and said something she couldn’t quite hear
to T181. Lindsey moved to the second table and watched the man. So far,
she’d only seen beings that resembled satellites, like T181 and P482.
This was the first being she’d encountered, even at a glance, who sort
of resembled a human.
She watched him and her heart ached. Not only because she missed her home, but
because she missed being held. Missed being touched. Missed other humans.
Hell, she wasn’t even sure anyone would want to look for her. No one
probably missed her.
Still, that didn’t mean she couldn’t drool over this being. She
swept her gaze over him. Dark hair, a bit wavy and just long enough to need a
little product. Icy blue eyes that seemed to pierce through her the longer she
looked at him. He had a slight dimple when he smiled and dazzling white teeth.
He even had nice hands. The suit fit tight to his body, like it was tailored
precisely for him. He oozed sex. No, not just sex, but power and confidence as
well.
Not that this man would ever look her way. Good gracious. She was like
Cinderella, but on a whole different planet. Even back on Earth men like him
didn’t pay her any mind. She faded into the background -- just like she
would here.
T181 moved between her and the man. “He’s mine. He’s got
money, he’s free to move about the planet, and won’t bed
you.”
She almost asked, “Bed him?” She hadn’t even thought of
that. “Sure.”
She glanced over at him while she cleaned the third table. He had nice lips.
Just full enough for a good kiss. She’d bet he was skilled at kissing,
too. Not that she’d ever know. She was stuck.
She’d been taken to breed and given a bullshit answer for how to get
home. A lie. Her heart hurt. This was so silly. Impossible, really. This man,
no matter how sexy he was, probably had obscene amounts of money or credits or
whatever. She wasn’t even sure how he’d been able to come to the
planet. Was he a prisoner, too?
About the Author
Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of
more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since
2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and
paranormal to LGBTQ and white hot themes. No matter what the length, her works
are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a
second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been nominated at
the LRC for Best Author, Best Contemporary, Best Ménage, Best BDSM and
Best Anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on various
e-tailer sites.
When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as
well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but
football is her sport of choice. She’s an active member of the Friends
of the Keystone-LaGrange Public library.
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