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Planet X
An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication
Planet X
ISBN # 1-4199-0550-3
Planet X Copyright© 2006 Evangeline Anderson
Edited by Shannon Combs.
Cover art by Syneca.
Electronic book Publication: March 2006
This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written
permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-
This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales
is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.
The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. This story has been
rated E–rotic by a minimum of three independent reviewers.
Ellora’s Cave Publishing offers three levels of Romantica™ reading entertainment: S (S-ensuous), E (E-
rotic), and X (X-treme).
S- ensuous love scenes are explicit and leave nothing to the imagination.
E- rotic love scenes are explicit, leave nothing to the imagination, and are high in volume per the overall
word count. In addition, some E-rated titles might contain fantasy material that some readers find
objectionable, such as bondage, submission, same sex encounters, forced seductions, and so forth. E-rated
titles are the most graphic titles we carry; it is common, for instance, for an author to use words such as
“fucking”, “cock”, “pussy”, and such within their work of literature.
X- treme titles differ from E-rated titles only in plot premise and storyline execution. Unlike E-rated titles,
stories designated with the letter X tend to contain controversial subject matter not for the faint of heart.
Evangeline Anderson
This book is dedicated with love and gratitude to Treasure. Thanks for always
being there to cheer me on and for being my constant reader.
Planet X
Chapter One
“No, no, Krisa! Come away at once .”
“But who is he? What is he?”
Krisa Elyison stared with fascination at the huge, blindfolded man who was
chained in the metal-lined hold of the Star Princess . He was the biggest man she had
ever seen, and it wasn’t just that he was tall, which was obvious even though he was
sitting on a narrow metal bench. He was massive as well.
The prisoner had a broad chest and thick arms roped with muscle that led down to
a narrow waist and powerful thighs spread wide in a lazy slouch. Spiky, bluish-black
hair was buzzed close to his scalp and his skin was a dusky, exotic tan that Krisa had
never seen before. Everyone on her home planet was quite pale, owing to the
configuration of their sun. There was a coiled tension in his muscular form that
reminded her of a wild animal in repose.
“Krisa, come away.”
“But what’s he doing here, Percy?” Krisa turned to the small, nervous man behind
her, one delicate eyebrow arched in question. The Star Princess was a light tonnage
merchant-class cruise ship that carried an equal amount of cargo and passengers, but
Krisa couldn’t remember anything in the glossy holo-brochure about it doubling as a
prison transport.
“That’s none of your concern, my dear. Now if you’ve got your luggage settled,
then we need to go back to the blast couches and prepare for liftoff.” Percy gave her the
small, tight grimace that passed for his frown.
Percy DeCampeaux was her chaperone, sent to accompany her from her home
planet of Capellia to Lynix Prime. Krisa had never met a more nervous and prissy
person, despite the fact that a genetic variation in the Capellian population ensured that
two-thirds of its inhabitants were female.
Ignoring her chaperone’s orders, Krisa took a step closer to the bound and
blindfolded man. She was supposed to be stowing her pale pink carryall cube in the
hold and preparing for liftoff, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the massive figure
chained to the dull silver wall of the hold. There was something fascinating about him,
a masculinity so intense it was nearly primal. She patted the thick roll of hair at the back
of her neck nervously, making sure all her chocolate-brown curls were securely in place,
though the prisoner couldn’t possibly see her through the thick black blindfold he wore.
“Krisa,” Percy said, in that high, nasal voice she found so annoying. Krisa glanced
over her shoulder and saw that he was standing well back from the bound man,
fiddling with his monogrammed luggage nervously.
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