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  TITLE PAGE

  COPYRIGHT

  ABOUT THIS BOOK

  DEDICATION

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  GLOSSARY

  ABOUT THE AUTHORS

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  Have you ever wondered what would happen if aliens suddenly began

  appearing on Earth?

  I have an answer for you. The world loses its sh*t!

  Aliens are a part of everyday life in the year 2020. They have jobs, drive

  super high-tech cars, and even live next door to you. Crazy right?! But with

  our new extraterrestrial guests came new laws. Laws which I get to help

  uphold in my new job as a guard at the max facility that holds some of the

  most dangerous intergalactic species the Earth has ever seen.

  My close encounter, however, isn’t at all what I was prepared for. Three

  aliens housed in the facility are making my job much harder than it needs to

  be. Not only have they taken up space on my planet, now they’re slowly

  stealing space in my heart.

  My name is Alie Greshem and I’m about to take you on a ride that’s

  literally out of this world…

  **This is a Reverse Harem Alien Prison Romance with tons of laughs,

  lovers, and a few interesting sexual appendages the normal human wouldn’t

  have**

  This book is dedicated to the partnership forged by brainstorming alien

  peen…

  “This just in!” the young news reporter said urgently on the screen of my

  television. “Yet another alien ship has been detained outside Earth’s

  atmosphere. The ship failed to answer the hail Space Force had sent out and

  tried to force its way onto the planet. After finally being threatened with

  imminent destruction should they not respond, the alien visitors—”

  The ringing of my holo-phone interrupted the broadcast, making me

  sigh in aggravation. I hated when I didn’t get to finish watching the good

  stuff. When I answered, my ‘hello’ was greeted with a harried voice on the

  other end.

  “Is this Alie Greshem?” The woman sounded as if she’d smoked a pack

  a day since she was a toddler.

  “Yes, this is she.” I was slightly wary in my reply.

  “You applied and interviewed for a guard position in Area 51 ½. With

  the influx of detainees we’re filling positions immediately and you came

  highly qualified, especially in extraterrestrial linguistics. We’re pleased to

  extend you an offer and if you’d bring your pertinent information tomorrow

  to the main facility the paperwork won’t take long. Then you can jump right

  into it.”

  “Yes, of course! Th-thank you so much!” I stammered. My mouth

  opened in a silent shout as I jumped up and down excitedly. I’d been biting

  my nails for weeks hoping I’d get the position, and my day was finally

  here!

  “Good. Your uniform will be delivered by end of day. Have a pleasant

  evening, Miss Greshem.” With that, she hung up.

  I couldn’t hold it in any longer and began to actually scream. I wasn’t

  ashamed to admit I also did a bunch of dancing that probably looked like I

  was having a seizure. But I didn’t care. I was finally going to get the job I’d

  worked so hard toward!

  Ever since I was little, I’d been completely enamored by our alien

  visitors. By the time I was born, they’d already inhabited and lived side-by-

  side with the human race for almost fifty years. Their technology had taken

  ours to new heights sending us into the future ten decades sooner than what

  it would’ve taken us alone. And the languages. My god! That was the most

  interesting part of it all to me.

  I’d barely started Kindergarten and I was already fluent in four

  languages, only one of which was an Earthly one. I’d always been beyond

  my years when it came to intelligence, so it was no surprise that I knew

  eighty of the one hundred twenty-five species of aliens that currently

  resided here before I graduated from high school. Now, at twenty-five years

  old, I could speak two hundred forty-three alien languages. There were only

  two hundred sixty documented species with their own languages on our

  planet.

  So, I was the best.

  I’d worked alongside NASA and the Space Force many times, but

  sitting behind a desk never gave me the thrill I desired. I wasn’t only brains.

  I was brawn too. While not the strongest person, I excelled physically in

  many things. Running was my first love; boxing was my second.

  When I heard they might’ve been opening positions at the max facility,

  in the one and only Area 51 ½, I couldn’t pass it up. That was the thrill I

  needed. To be surrounded by the most badass and deadly beings in the

  universe and get to speak with them without a translator chip, was the most

  exciting job I could think of.

  I squealed excitedly again but almost immediately choked. I forgot one

  small thing.

  My parents.

  They had been adamant that they didn’t want me working somewhere

  so dangerous. I could’ve sworn my mother almost cried with joy when

  week four had passed and I had received no call. Now, she was going to cry

  sad tears. Dammit.

  I sat cross-legged on my sofa and took a deep breath in and out as I

  tapped their picture on my holo-phone. It only rang twice before Mom’s

  voice greeted me happily.

  “Hello, sweetheart. I was about to call you. Dad and I haven’t heard

  from you all week.”

  “I know. I’m sorry, Mom. I was analyzing some transcripts the SF sent

  over and it took a while since it was like four hundred pages. Oh, and

  Supernatural had reruns playing all day yesterday. So, I did that.” Mmm

  Sam and Dean. How I loved them.

  “Well, I suppose I can’t be too mad at you then,” mom replied,

  amusement tinging her tone.

  Just you wait…” Listen, I called for a reason. You might want to sit

  down.”

  “Are you dying? Did you contract some space disease somewhere?”

  Mom practically yelled into the phone, her words rushing together.

  “No, I didn’t get a disease and I’m not dying.”

  She suddenly gasped. “You’re pregnant!”

  “What? No, Mom.” I gave an exasperated sigh and began pacing the

  room. This was not going well at all. “You have to have sex to do that.

  Pretty sure the closest thing I’ve had to being penetrated is when I got my

  flu shot two weeks ago.”

  My mom snorted. “You poor little vulgar thing. Fine. What’s up?” she

  asked, now calmed down after my joke. Too bad I wasn’t calming down as

  easily.

  “Sooooo… you know that job I applied for? The one you told me not to

  apply for?” I bit at my lip and ran my hand through my hair, anxious about

  what I was about to tell her.

  Silence met my ears. Then suddenly, “Gary! Come get the phone! It’s

  your daughter!”

  I sighed. Anytime I did something to upset her, she was always

  overdramatic and decided I was no longer her daughter. Usually lasted

  about ten minutes before she got jealous that I was only talking to Dad.

  I could h
ear her grumbling obscenities as she handed the phone to my

  dad, who answered chuckling. “You got the job didn’t you?”

  I smiled. “I did. Dad, you know how bad I wanted this job. I get to do

  what I love and be immersed in the inner workings of our intergalactic

  justice system. They called me and asked me to come tomorrow first thing.

  Can you believe that? You know how hard it is to get this job? They turned

  down Vin Diesel. Who turns down Vin Diesel?”

  Dad outright laughed. “Kid, as much as I hate the idea of you being so

  close to all those dangerous aliens, I couldn’t be more proud of you. I

  believe it completely that they’d call you. There’s no one like you,

  sweetheart. You were made for great things, and if this is your calling, I

  have your back.”

  “Gary!” my mom shouted angrily at him in the background. It was

  followed by a grunt from Dad.

  “I’m going to let you go, honey. Mom’s throwing shoes at me. But we

  love you and want to hear all about your first day, alright?”

  I chuckled, envisioning my mom fuming mad and throwing shoes at my

  dad. That was kinda their thing. “Love you too. Tell Mom I’ll be careful.”

  “I will. Good luck, honey!”

  We both said goodbye and I hung up, then sagged back into my couch

  with relief. The hard part was over. Now, I just had to prepare myself for

  the most exciting day of my life.

  That was easier said than done. The moment my uniforms arrived at my

  apartment, the nerves set in and I nearly threw up on the delivery bot that

  handed them to me. If machines could look affronted, I was sure it would

  have when I snatched the bagged items from it and slammed the door in its

  bionic face to race to the kitchen sink. Why was I so nervous?

  This was the job I’d always dreamed of having. I could do this. I knew

  the intergalactic laws like the back of my hand and had physically trained

  for the rigor of the job as far back as I could remember.

  Ew. Shouldn’t have eaten that pasta.

  After thoroughly cleaning the sink of my vomit, I ran to my room and

  immediately tried on the uniform. It was actually not as hard to put on as it

  had first looked.

  The entire black body suit was made up of leather, Kevlar, and some

  type of spandex allowing some stretch to it. It also had a shield that would

  activate over the entire thing if I were under attack. Not to mention built in

  holsters at the thighs for the plasma phasers I’d be administered upon

  completion of guard training.

  All in all, I looked bad ass in it. I swept my platinum curls into a bun

  and turned side to side, checking out how much the suit accentuated my

  curves.

  “Not bad at all,” I muttered to myself.

  Now I just had to make sure I didn’t throw up and embarrass myself

  tomorrow.

  I awakened to the sound of my alarm clock shrieking loudly as it moved

  around the room bumping into shit. My parents had thought it was the

  perfect clock for me, considering you had to catch it to turn it off. Usually, I

  would loathe the sound of it, as well as having to chase it while half asleep.

  But not today. Today I was fast as lightning launching myself from my bed

  and snagging the little alarm ball as it ricocheted off the wall.

  “Got you!” I shouted, excitedly pressing my thumb print into its surface

  to silence it, then shoved it into the duffle bag I’d packed the night before.

  It was already filled with my uniforms and all other necessities for the

  coming weeks. While in guard training, all trainees stayed in the guard’s

  quarters in the prison until the course was complete. Thankfully, I had no

  pets to worry about in my tiny five hundred square foot apartment, so

  leaving it for a bit wouldn’t be a big deal. I’d thought about even moving

  into the permanent quarters because it was cheaper than paying rent in this

  shithole complex. I’d wait to see it first though.

  I quickly showered and spent a grand total of thirty minutes trying to

  put my hair into the cleanest bun that I possibly could with my ringlets. I

  applied a light touch of makeup to cover up the dark circles under my eyes,

  then smiled at myself in the mirror.

  “You’re going to rock this shit, Alie Greshem. We will follow all the

  rules and show exemplary workmanship to the higher ups. You have got

  this!” I made little finger guns at myself, softly making pew pew sounds.

  “Ugh. Stop that, Alie.” I was being weird. It was time to put my big girl

  panties on and kick this day’s ass.

  I grabbed my bag and took one last look at my apartment, before

  locking up and leaving my old life behind. This was my day.

  It still fascinated me daily to see what alien technology had done for us

  as I stepped outside my apartment complex and hopped onto my hover bike.

  It might’ve looked top of the line, but really, all the vehicles that floated

  along the streets of our world were still second to the flying traffic above

  us. Only the rich and powerful got to traverse the Sky Highways. I didn’t

  mind being stuck on the ground though. One day, I’d get to go higher, only

  I wouldn’t be riding along with the stuffy wealthy above. I’d go to the stars.

  That was my ultimate dream.

  I was getting there though. Because the one thing I liked most about the

  max facility of Area 51 ½ was that it orbited the planet rather than being

  ground based. The United Nations agreed that these hostile aliens being

  housed in the facility would do better off planet. For the safety of our fellow

  man. I thought it was ridiculous, but I wasn’t mad about having to take a

  shuttle up to it. My feet had always been firmly planted on this world. Now,

  I’d be just a jump away from real outer space.

  Humming excitedly to myself, I pulled up to the NASA installment,

  showed my ID to the security guard at the gate, and somehow began to get

  even more excited when he waved me through.

  My jaw dropped as I stared in awe at the hundreds of shuttles that stood

  tall pointing to the sky across a vast field. I was about to be on one of those.

  Holy shit.

  I was quickly shuffled through the process of getting set up with a few

  other guard trainees barely seconds after stepping off my bike. There was

  absolutely no chance to ask any questions before I was simply pushed

  through a series of checkpoints until I was loaded into the shuttle and

  strapped in.

  There were two guys and another woman dressed in the same uniform

  as me, all three appearing just as nervous and excited as I was.

  “Whatever you do, don’t puke,” the guy seated to my left leaned over

  and said to me.

  “Oh I did that yesterday.” My nerves weren’t that bad, thankfully. Do I

  look like I might puke?

  “No. I’m saying if you’ve never been on one of these shuttles before,

  there’s a good chance you will puke. Everyone does the first time. It’s the

  G-force of launching then the almost immediate lack of gravity that gets

  you.”

  I stared at him wide-eyed. “I’m guessing you’ve done this before?”

  He shrugged, smirking a bit. “Maybe a few times.”

  “And you puked the first time?”

  He laughed. “No, but I got puked on. In Zero G, it just floats. So if you

  are going to puke, I suggest you swallow it.”

  I scrunched my nose up in disgust. Neither option sounded good to me.

  I closed my eyes and took some deep breaths as the engines began to roar

  beneath us.

  A voice suddenly sounded around us. “Titus Shuttle 13358 preparing to

  launch in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… Go for Titus Shuttle.”

  I barely had a chance to blink before we were shooting skyward. I knew

  exactly what Vomit Guy was talking about when my stomach began to roll

  violently at our ascension.