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  Handling the Hybrid

  A Kindred Tales Novel

  Evangeline Anderson

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  Handling the Hybrid, 1st Edition,

  A Kindred Tales Novel

  Copyright © 2019 by Evangeline Anderson

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  Cover Art Design © 2019 by Reese Dante

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  Contents

  Handling the Hybrid

  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

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Epilogue

  The End?

  Deceived

  Chapter 1

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  Handling the Hybrid

  A Kindred Tales Novel

  Tandy has a big problem. She stands to inherit a huge estate and the title of her late aunt but in order to prove herself worthy of the exulted position and the money that comes with it, Tandy must train her first slave. And the slave she is given to train is huge—a muscular Hybrid Kindred with rage dancing in his mismatched eyes and fangs long enough to tear her throat out. How can she possibly subdue such a massive male without losing her life? Then Tandy has an idea—in the dead of night she steals down to her new slave’s cell to offer him a deal.

  Vrox is enraged to be stuck in this situation. Captured by accident, he is determined to kill whoever tries to enslave him and escape at the first opportunity. But then the curvy little female who bought him offers him a deal—if he will pretend that she has mastered him, she will give him his freedom along with a generous settlement. Vrox is intrigued by the deal but he puts his own spin on the bargain. Whatever Tandy does to him by day to prove that she is a true Mistress, he is allowed to do to her by night, in the privacy of her quarters—including any kind of sexual punishment or mastery.

  Feeling she has no choice, Tandy agrees to the huge Hybrid’s terms—never expecting to lose her heart. She thinks Vrox cares for her too, but when the huge Kindred escapes and she is left to face the consequences of their deception alone, she fears that her life is over. Will she survive after…Handling the Hybrid?

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  “This one, I think. Yes, he’ll do nicely.”

  “What? Him?” Tandy stared in horror at the massive slave her Aunt Deelee was pointing to.

  The male was huge—seven standard feet in height at least, Tandy estimated, with shoulders fully twice as broad as her own. And he wasn’t just tall and skinny, like the Baronthian slaves they’d looked at when they first entered the Flesh Bazaar—this one had muscles on top of muscles—which were all on display since the slave was stripped down and wearing only a black loincloth to cover his nakedness. (The bulge of his thick shaft beneath the loincloth made it clear to see that he was big all over.)

  But it wasn’t just his size that intimidated her, Tandy had to admit—it was the naked aggression in the male’s mismatched eyes that made her want to get as far from him as possible. Wild black hair and a rough black beard framed a face that was as hard as granite. And those eyes—the right iris blazed like liquid gold and the left was a pure, piercing blue. They were glaring right at her, as though the slave knew they were talking about him.

  But she and her aunt were speaking Yonnite—the language of their home planet which was ruled and inhabited mostly by women. It was clear this male wouldn’t allow himself to be ruled by anyone—so how could he know what they were saying?

  “What’s the matter, niece—afraid you can’t handle him?” Aunt Deelee taunted. “A true Mistress of Yonnie Six—one worthy to inherit my dear departed sister’s wealth and position—wouldn’t shrink from taming even the largest male.”

  “But this one looks so…so aggressive,” Tandy protested uneasily.

  Indeed, the slave’s rage was almost palpable—shimmering in the air between them like heat haze in the desert. His long, muscular arms ended in bunched fists, as big as her head. A pair of black pain bracelets encircled his wrists and a thick black control collar was tight around his corded neck. But for those restraints, Tandy was certain he would have been down off the pedestal his seller had placed him on and probably ripping out all their throats! Yet, this was the male her aunt wanted her to tame! Was she mad?

  “Of course he’s aggressive,” Aunt Deelee said dismissively. She patted her thinning hair which had been combed into an elaborate fan at the back of her head—like a bird’s plumage. “That’s the nature of an unbroken male. Your job, niece, is to break him. Until you do—until you prove you can master a slave and bring him to heel at your command—you will not be judged worthy to ascend to my sister’s exulted position.”

  Tandy bit her lip and looked at Mistress Sinda, who had been standing quietly by, watching as she and her aunt spoke. The older Mistress had long brown hair and quiet gray eyes and so far she hadn’t said two words to either Tandy or Deelee. As one of the Sacred Seven—the ruling Council who governed Yonnie Six—she had been appointed the Judge of the Change. She would have the final say over which slave Tandy had to train and tame in order to earn her late aunt Zora’s position. She would also be the one to judge if Tandy had done a good enough job with the slave to become a proper Mistress of Yonnie Six.

  Tandy wished with all her heart that Aunt Zora was still alive. She and Aunt Deelee and Tandy’s mother had been sisters and all three had been Mistresses of the female dominated planet—though Aunt Zora had ascended to the highest rank and held more wealth and esteem than the other two put together.

  Then Tandy’s mother had brought shame on the family by running off with a male—one of her own slaves, of all things! It had been a scandal that rocked the entire capital city of Opulex—a shame that stained the family name so deeply many said they would never recover.

  But Aunt Zora had held her head high and refused to be brought low by her sister’s shameful deeds. Nor had she abandoned her family ties, as Aunt Deelee had. In fact, instead of having a child of her own, she had elected to adopt Tandy when she was seventeen