Evolution never happened so fast. Twelve hours away from Terra II, Colonel Kaleb Titan, a molecular geneticist and commander of the Ark, faces a life-or-death choice that could change the fate of mankind. The Ark travels with a hold full of wildlife and three crew members. When a wolf bite and genetically-altering gamma radiation transform Kaleb, he notices his senses have been heightened, his libido has gone haywire, and he can’t keep his hands off his crew. Worse yet—or better—they don't seem inclined to stop him. When their sister ship arrives early, Kaleb’s problems compound. As soon as the command crew of the Genesis II boards, one whiff tells Kaleb they’re not from Earth. He quickly begins to believe they may be far more ominous than anyone could have imagined. If he’s forced to employ biological warfare against them, will it be enough to save humanity? History is about to repeat, and only one species will survive.
"Last Flight of the Ark is an exciting story... A romantic, erotic, science fiction tale that takes the reader into the realms both of deep outer space and inner emotions. The three central characters are well developed and likeable, which is a good start, as well as having a chemistry that was intense and emotionally satisfying. The only thing I wondered about was how soon we can expect to read the next story about this fascinating planet and its new inhabitants." ~Got Erotic Romance
He walked up on Jessica, peering over her shoulder into the cage at a snarling Sheba. The bitch caught sight of Kaleb and backed up with a whine, sinking to her belly.
“I’ll be,” Jessica muttered. “She’s submitting to you.” Her ponytail smacked him in the face as she turned. He flinched and knocked it out of his eyes.
“She’s not stupid.” He glared at Sheba, whose tail thumped against the floor. Her golden eyes studied him. “She knows I mean business.”
Jessica grinned. “I don’t think that’s it. I think she’s got a crush on you. She likes you.”
“Sheba’s the alpha female. She doesn’t submit to anyone but the alpha male. Hence the reason she bit Lobo. He’s not alpha enough.” Jessica eyed Kaleb. “Apparently you are, sir.”
“Will she let me in the cage?”
Jessica shrugged. “She’s not growling, and we’ve got to try something. I’d hate to tranq her again. Use that catchpole over there with the loop in the end.”
He nodded and snagged the pole. One way or another, someone had to go in there. If Sheba liked him, it might as well be him. “Open the door when I say and get the tranq gun in case she gets ugly. First sign of aggression, put her out. I’d rather keep my arm.” He’d request they import another if this didn’t go well. He eyed the wolf. “Sorry, sweetheart, I have priorities. Just be a good girl, and everything will be fine.”
Jessica loaded a cartridge into the gun. “Ready?”
Kaleb nodded and Jessica opened the door. He stepped inside and it clanged shut behind him. “Hey, girl.”
With a growl that sounded more like a roar, Sheba launched from the corner. Her paws landed on his chest, knocking him to the floor. Kaleb only had seconds to register her open jaws and large teeth. He threw his forearm over his throat. Sheba latched on, sinking into flesh. A crunch and then sharp pain shot up his arm. Oh, God. Her teeth had pierced bone.
“Shoot her!” The bitch shook her head side to side, shredding flesh, and wouldn’t stop until she’d ripped his arm off or torn out his throat. “Anytime…ahhh.” Crunch. Easing her grip and then clamping back down on another part of his arm, she backed up and tried to pull his limb from where he’d blocked her access to his jugular. It was the wolf or him. “Kill her!” Little flickers of light swam before his eyes as pain exploded through his body. “Now!”
The tranq popped and was followed by a yelp from Sheba, who released his arm and staggered back. Blood dripped from her muzzle and stained her white fur. She swayed and dropped to the floor with a snort. Her front paw dug at air as she fought the drug.
“Omigod.” Jessica threw the door open and rushed to his side. “You okay?”
Kaleb glanced at his blood-soaked sleeve. “She likes me, huh?” He cringed as pain radiated from his fingers to his shoulder. Last time he’d trust a smiling female. They were all trouble.
Jessica helped him to sit up and ripped his sleeve open, staring at the bite. Blood pumped from the wound and formed a puddle on the floor. “Can you walk to the med-bay?”
“Does it look like she bit my leg?” he snarled.