The Warriors of Rykan by Debbie J Burton

The warriors of Rykan are on a mission to find compatible mates. They travel far and finally land on a planet called Earth. The women there are most beautiful, and are compatible as mates for the warriors. Quirth, the commander of the star ship Emerel, stops a Earth woman from being raped and killed. He brings her back to the ship and wants her for his mate.

Kemper and Jard, Quirths second and third in charge also find their mates, but have to kidnap them, to get them on their ship.

SKU: B01DO869GS Category: Romance Tag: Fantasy & Futuristic

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About the author:

My name is Debbie J. Burton. I live in Southwest Iowa and have enjoyed reading about shifters for many years now. When I retired, I decided to try my hand at writing them. It has become a passion. I love feedback…good and bad. It helps me become a better writer. If you enjoy my books, please leave feedback. Thanks

What inspired you to write your book?

I have always loved reading shifter books. Had to try my hand at writing them!

Here is a short sample from the book:

Chapter 1
Quirth Ryder was commander of the Rykan spaceship Emerel. His mission was to find suitable women for the warriors of Rykan to mate. He shrugged his massive shoulders, sighed, and thought of how his world’s population had declined throughout the years. Well the women of Rykan anyway. He shook his head at the devastation caused by the Cartens who used chemicals during the war. Although it didn’t affect the men, it did affect the women. In fact it slowly killed them off. He could count the number of women left in his world on one calendar month. The war had been over for years and the Cartens had self destructed long ago. He was one of the last children born, and he was reaching his 25 cycle. Of all the babies born in his year only two were female, and they’d died early in life. His mother died shortly after his birth, and he was raised by his father Odien, who was leader of District 1. He often wondered what a woman’s touch would be like. He’d gone to robotic simulators made to look female, but they were cold and emotionless. Still, it helped give him some sexual release. He shut down all thoughts of his wants as his First General flagged him.
Kemper Shard was First General to Commander Ryder. He was from District 2 and a Falcon shifter. He’d served with Commander Ryder for five years, and trusted him with his life. He was excited to let his Commander know they’d found a planet that seemed to be compatible with Rykan. Quirth came up behind him and said, “Put out feelers, and relay the information onto the screen.” Kemper complied and both men jumped when a woman screamed in terror. When she came on screen two men were trying to wrestle her to the ground. One had a knife to her throat and snarled, “Bitch, shut the fuck up and give us what we want or I’m going to slit your throat.” Quirth and Kemper watched in horror as she tried to jerk away and knee him in the balls. She did a roundabout kick and kicked the one without the knife in the throat, dropping him to his knees. When she turned back to the one holding the knife she put up a hell of a fight, but he pulled her hair and punched her in the face. The woman fell over unconscious, and the man that hit her snarled, then hauled off and kicked her in the ribs. He snarled again then leaned over her and started to rip her clothes off. Quirth growled and started on fast feet to the teleporter saying over his shoulder, “Send me straight to her.” Kemper waited for him to give the word then zapped him to the woman’s location.
Joel was on his knees sucking in huge amounts of air and holding his throat. “Hurry up Joel, get a move on, help me get her damn clothes off. I’m going to ram her hard, and then you can have her. You can also have the pleasure of killing her,” smirked a slimy looking guy with dirty hair. Quirth growled long and hard behind the two, and when they whipped around they about shit their pants. Standing not a few feet away was a monster of a man. He had to be about six foot seven and 275 pounds of pure muscle. He was dressed in black leather with an emblem of a dragon on his chest and a cape falling off his shoulders. He had long blond hair that was tied back with a strip of leather, and his eyes were glowing amber, now directed straight at them. He was madder than hell as he took a step closer to the two. Joel had spit running down his chin and had peed himself while dirt bag was whimpering with fear and was inching back and away from impending danger. Quirth was barely holding it together, but managed to growl out, “Leave now before I kill you!” Both men high tailed it out, neither one knowing exactly what he’d said, but his tone was enough to have them leaving without looking back. Quirth bent down toward the woman, and sucked in his breath at how beautiful she was. Long golden hair, lashes so long they laid perfectly fanning her cheeks and a body that was full and lush. Her skin was pale with just a hint of pink on her cheeks and lips. He felt like his whole body was about to explode. His dragon was snorting and stomping his insides wanting to take in her scent. Quirth bent even lower and nuzzled into her neck, scented her and growled his pleasure. She groaned and opened her eyes, staring up at him for a second before she closed them again and sighed, “Help me.” He couldn’t move. Her eyes were the bluest he’d ever seen. Like the oceans of home he could drown in them, and her voice sent shivers down his spine, it was so pure and sweet. Not hesitating for a minute he picked her up and groaned. She was so soft and she nuzzled into his chest. He pulled her close and felt himself get hard as she melted against him. He contacted General Kemper telling him to teleport them up.
Kemper was waiting at the teleport station when Quirth appeared with the female. He was speechless. This female looked so soft and as he reached to touch her hair he immediately backed off when Quirth growled and bared his teeth. Quirth froze for a minute surprised by his actions, then stepped away and headed for the healer’s office, shouting over his shoulder for Kemper to contact Japel and let him know he was on his way. Japel opened the door and sucked in a breath as Quirth laid the female down on the examining table. Never had he seen such exquisite beauty. His breath caught in his throat for a brief minute, and then he cleared it and asked, “What happened to her?” Quirth relayed what had happened then said, “I believe she has just fainted, but her cheek is swelling and it is turning blue. Make sure she is alright, and then run the test to see if her species is compatible as mates for ours.” He turned to leave, but stopped and without turning back around said, “and Japel…she is mine…take care!” Then he stomped out the door. Japel once more admired her beauty then the healer in him came out and he got to work.
Kemper was gathering much information about this planet. As Quirth approached, Kemper said, “Earth is the name of the planet, and they have yet to travel past their moon. They are a very aggressive race. Arrogant, hostile at times, fights many wars, but also can be kind, caring and giving. Many are mated and have children, both male and female. They have countries instead of districts and the women outnumber the men.” He raised his eyes to his commander and said, “The one you brought up is most beautiful. If they are compatible will the unmated be ours for the taking?” Quirth thought back on the woman he carried in his arms and his heart raced in his chest. He shook his head and snarled, “Find out all you can about this Earth. We must be very careful on how we proceed. Have Stark find out how we can communicate with them?” He moved off toward the healers saying, “I’m not sure of anything except I am going to be keeping this female for my own.” With that being said he slammed out the door and headed straight for his destiny. He stood outside her door, shaking his head and wondering what the hell they were to do now. If the women on Earth were compatible with them, then he hoped they would come willingly, otherwise they would be taken. His planet was counting on him.