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    My Area 51 Alien Prize
    My Area 51 Alien Prize
    My Area 51 Alien Prize
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    My Area 51 Alien Prize

    By Lucee Joie

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    'Storm Area 51,' they said.

     

    'They can't stop all of us,' they said.

     

    What they failed to mention was how much fun my alien prize would turn out to be!

     

    When the storming of Area 51 went beyond a joke and united people in a way never before seen, I tagged along because I knew that if we could get through the gates, I had the stamina required to reach the facility across the hot desert.

     

    The Naruto run went exactly to plan -- well, for some.

     

    Now, I am inside the facility and surrounded by aliens.

     

    All of the rumors were true, now I just have to fight the attraction to the hot one I just rescued...

     

    One-click your copy today!

     

    Set in the same universe as the Galactic Union Series.

     

    Book 1: Taken by an Alien

    Book 2: Tormented by an Alien

    Book 3: Seduced by an Alien

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLucee Joie
    Release dateFeb 1, 2022
    ISBN9798201144241
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      My Area 51 Alien Prize - Lucee Joie

      COPYRIGHT © 2019 by Lucee Joie

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      The characters and events portrayed by the author are fictitious, and are used as such. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

      Chapter One: Lacey

      My lungs burn as I continue to jog through the searing heat. Although, after eleven miles of this shit, staggering is probably a better description of what I am doing.

      A thin layer of desert dust covers me. Even if I get to see these aliens, they are going to have no idea what they are even looking at. Will they think that I am a new species come to rescue them? I don’t know. Yet, it spurs me forward as I try to ignore the stitch in my side.

      As far as I know, I am the only survivor approaching from the east.

      Initially, they thought the Naruto run would draw plenty of interest, not so much by way of actual attendance.

      They had been wrong.

      Thousands of people showed up at Rachel, the small town closest to Area 51. I never heard the final figure but wild estimations ran from one hundred thousand right up to seven hundred and fifty thousand. My guess? A shitload of people turned up.

      Most of them are dead now.

      Or, at least, the ones who stormed from the east are. I have no idea what happened with the larger group that approached from the north. Perhaps they got through. I doubt it, though. The guards seemed pretty prepared on our side so I can’t imagine it would be any different anywhere else.

      I stumble on a rock. Not wanting to injure myself, I gather my pace, although it is mainly unintentional as my arms splay outwards and my feet chase along underneath. It works, though, and I finally regain my footing.

      Looking ahead, I can see a building. Or, maybe it’s a mirage. It’s hard to tell. I hope that my first assumption is true because I am done with running, done with this whole adventure, actually.

      Who would be dumb enough to think that just because they run marathons for fun that they would be qualified to storm Area 51 with a bunch of other idiots?

      Me, that’s who.

      I’d nearly chickened out, too. As I sat outside the one diner in Rachel and sipped a steaming cup of tea, I seriously contemplated getting up and walking back to my car. I very nearly gave in to the urge to return home, to my normal, boring life.

      But then I saw the waitress doing the rounds. She was disheveled but smiling. This was probably the biggest thing to ever happen in this town, I realized then. Her life didn’t get any better than this. Did I really want to return to my crappy call center job and be just like this waitress?

      Hell, no!

      So, I stayed. And I ran when I was told to, although not in the recommended Naruto style but with my own pace.

      Looking forward once more, I see the building. I know it is not a mirage this time as it is bigger than my last sighting. I can see the concrete lines of the structure and what appears to be a large glass door like a black maw gaping at me, shocked that I had achieved what others hadn’t.

      I agree with it in my dehydrated fugue.

      I want to stop running but I know if I do it now, I will never move again. I need to

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