MILKED FOR THE HOLIDAYS A MF ALIEN ABDUCTION DARK ROMANCE
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VIVIAN MURDOCH
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For those readers who love it dark, twisted, and just a little milky.
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Husdom
Thank you for all your heartfelt support. My author life wouldn’t be what it is without your unflinching devotion. Also thank you for never batting an eye when I bring the weird stuff home to you.
Awesome Alphas
I know I send y’all the weird stuff. Thank you for taking time out of your busy lives to help me make these books the awesome stories they are.
Thank you, Ashley, Bianca, Rita, and Tricia! A separate thank you to Chloe for giving your paralegal insight and taking on this project!
Shout Out
You knocked this one out of the park! Like always. lmao. Here’s to another year and so many more books. You have my heart!
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CONTENTS
Trigger Warnings
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Epilogue
About the Author
Omegaverse Romance
Omegaverse Romance Cont.
Contemporary Romance
PNR Romance
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TRIGGER WARNINGS
Warning!!!
This book is intended for adult audiences and contains adult themes. The acts in this book are not meant to depict an actual dynamic and can be dangerous if done incorrectly. Please play responsibly. Author is not held responsible for readers’ actions.
Kinks, Fetishes, Triggers:
Includes not limited to…
Grief, Loss of a Parent (not on page) Emotional Hurt/Comfort, NonCon/DubCon, Kidnap, Humiliation, Degradation, Forced HuCow, Forced Lactation, Forced Milking, Somnophilia
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CHAPTER 1
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JESSICA
Frigid wind whips about my face, nearly blinding me as I struggle with the trunk. Baubles of all sorts hang off of my arms and shoulders, making me festooned just like a run-down Christmas tree. Heaving a sigh, I blow out my breath, my lips curling into a smile at the steam pouring from my mouth.
After a few more tugs, the rusted hunk of metal pops open, allowing me to deposit my goods. The old trunk heaves and groans and I press down, forcing it to latch. After bobbing up and down a few times, it finally gets the message and stays shut… but for how long?
With a low grunt, I turn around and rest my back against the curve of the trunk and breathe out again. Rounding my lips out into an O, I huff out the air, sending puff balls drifting into the air. How many times did I pretend to have a cigarette when I was younger?
Mom would always chide me, saying ladies don’t smoke. It was my little secret, a game I played whenever she wasn’t looking. But she knew. She always knew.
Glancing up at the waning sun, I squint against the soft flakes as they assault my lashes. For the first time in the last six months, a chuckle bubbles up, rusty at first, but slowly warming into a cheerful sound.
So many memories surround me like a warm hug, almost as if I can feel her arms around me again. Closing my eyes, I picture our snowball fights when I was a kid, milk and cookies for Santa until I was ‘too old for that baby stuff,’ and finally, mugs of hot cocoa as we sat together in companionable silence and watched the snow blanket the earth.
They’re much better than the most recent memories, which continue to plague me every time I go to sleep. Heaving another sigh, I don’t even care to watch as the steam curls up and disappears, the faint tendrils drifting up to the sky. As much as I want to stay outside, to let the chill freeze my skin to match my insides, I have to go home.
Mom’s final wish was for me to never forget the magic of Christmas. It’s not so magical without her, though. And as much as it hurts, I have to face the empty house at some point.
Who knows, maybe I can find a new way to spend the holidays? Not all traditions have to be passed down through family. I can find my own way to celebrate.
Yeah right.
I push myself away from the car and make my way to the driver's seat. At thirty-five with no prospect of a family and not even a hint of a child to pass anything down to—fur-babies excluded—it feels a little late to come up with some new thing. Thankfully, there’s still stuff in the freezer to eat, so I’m not heating up some lonely meal for one. That’s certainly not something I want to make into a tradition.
My heart clenches as I crank the car, praying it actually starts. Pursing my lips, I apply my foot to the gas and pump as I turn the key. The faint whine as it struggles to choke to life fills my ears, while my gut begins to churn.
With all the money going to the funeral and upkeep on the house, a new car is the last thing I can afford right now. At least until the insurance comes in. And even then, I don’t know how far that will stretch after taking care of all the medical expenses looming over me.
