In the third book of The Seeder Saga, Changeling, Lizzie finds herself kidnapped by a handsome alien by the name of Indar. Indar is a Seeder, a group of people responsible for “seeding” mankind onto various planets throughout the galaxy. He took Lizzie away from Earth for her own good, but she’s not seeing it that way yet.
In this scene, Indar’s getting in his regular workout aboard the ship, and invites Lizzie to join him….
A smile tugged at his mouth. “Are you done stalling? Not that I couldn’t watch you stretch for a while longer…”
She frowned at him. “I’m not stalling. Let’s go.”
Lizzie stepped onto the mat and before Indar could get into a stance, she attacked. She landed a solid kick to his midsection, knocking him backwards and sending him reeling. She followed through on his momentum with a well-placed foot behind his, grappling his shoulders and twisting to send him down.
Indar sprang back, doing an odd sort of hop over her leg and adding a sweeping leg of his own to send her off-balance. She recovered quickly, whirling around to strike him with an elbow, distracting him as she wound up for another kick. He evaded it at the last second, and she whirled full-circle, giving him her back.
He sprang into action, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pinning her arms down, but she got a leg back between his and with added leverage from a fast turn of her torso, he lost his footing, going down to one knee. He rolled instantly back to his feet.
“Well done,” he praised. “You really are quite good at this.”
“Yeah,” she panted, “I am. I even managed to beat my instructor once.”
“Only once?” Indar taunted, circling her.
“He’d never been beaten before outside of competition,” she said. “Don’t let the nerdy job fool you. I can put a hurt on you if I want to.”
“You’re welcome to try,” he said, smiling. And a heartbeat later he was at her again, sending a series of blows from his arms and legs connecting with her in rapid succession – not hard enough to truly hurt, but putting her on the defensive as she parried and avoided. She needed to get him down to the mat where she’d have better leverage.
She spun under his arm, grabbing his shoulders and falling back to bring him down, but before she could twist and get the advantage by pinning him, he slid out from under her, wrapping his legs around hers and flipping her. They lay side by side, grappling as they each tried to get a good hold and fighting for the upper hand.
“You can’t beat me,” he panted. “Though I must say you gave a better accounting of yourself than I expected.”
“That’s what my teacher said,” she replied, giving him a goading smile as she pushed against his shoulders.
“And how did you manage to beat him?” Indar asked, pushing his shoulder down and into her, trying to use the added force to move her – unsuccessfully.
Lizzie leaned in, planting her lips against his.
The impact was instantaneous.
Indar’s arms slid around her, pulling her against him and Lizzie found herself kissing him hard, her fingers sliding up and curling into his hair. The feeling of his body against hers was indescribable – it was like fire was rushing through her, and the burning heat of his mouth as it played across hers made her feel like she could devour him.
She pulled back with a gasp. Her eyes met his, and it threw her for a moment that he looked just a startled as she was. She took advantage of it, too. A split-second later, he was on his back, pinned down with one of his arms stretched across his body at an awkward angle, and Lizzie was straddling him, acutely conscious of the feel of him beneath her.
“Well?” she said, holding his eyes.