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  Amanda was tall and lean—like a greyhound, Chloe always thought—with long blonde hair and big brown eyes like melted chocolate. Men regularly fell into and drowned in those eyes and Amanda knew it—she liked to flirt.

  Chloe, on the other hand, was 5’3” and round and plump where her friend was long and lean. She also had long blonde hair but she dyed it cotton candy pink because she liked pink, damn it. Her eyes were dark blue and fringed thickly with dark lashes, her nose was small, and her mouth was shaped like a cupid’s kiss. In fact, her face was prettier than her friend’s—not that it seemed to matter.

  Amanda was the ideal shape and Chloe…was not, at least according to the world’s standards. Which was one reason she wasn’t eager to join the new dating app her friend liked so much.

  Despite their physical differences, the two girls were best friends and had been since they were paired as roommates at USF in college. Amanda had gone into Clinical Social Work while Chloe had gotten a Masters degree in Speech Language Pathology. Though their fields differed, they were both committed to helping their patients—it was one thing that drew them together. Well, that and the fact that Amanda wouldn’t stop pestering Chloe to get out there and date.

  “I’m telling you, it’s awesome,” Amada said, moving again as Chloe snapped another picture on her cell phone. “I’ve had six matches already. I just have to decide which ones to take.”

  Chloe sighed. “Well that’s because you’re shaped like a ballet dancer and you look gorgeous.”

  “You’re gorgeous too,” her friend said, frowning for once. Chloe caught the expression with a click but she knew Amanda wouldn’t want to use it for the app. “You’re just gorgeous in an unconventional way. If you would just post some head shots and close ups…”

  “No.” Chloe cut her off. “Screw that. I post pictures of the real me—all of me. The time I let you talk me into just posting head shots on that one site I had that horrible date with that jerk who kept telling me how pretty I’d be if I would just ‘drop a few pounds’ and who ‘forgot’ his wallet so I had to pay. But of course, he acted like he was doing me a favor even going out with me, the asshole.”

  “There are jerks on every site,” Amanda said gently. “I’ve dated a lot of toads too—still looking for Prince Charming.”

  “Well, Prince Charming is going to have to accept me for who I am,” Chloe declared. “I’m a little weird and not at all thin—a curvy girl closer to a size twenty than a size two who likes Steampunk cos-play, anime, cheesy romance, baking cookies and then eating them, damn it!”

  Amanda laughed delightedly. “You should put all that as your dating profile!”

  “And then put, ‘curvy girl seeks guy who is actually into curvy girls—not just a wanna-be personal trainer looking to prey on her insecurities,’” Chloe said.

  “What?” Amanda frowned. “You mean you wound up with a guy like that?”

  Chloe nodded and grimaced.

  “Unfortunately. After I posted some pictures of the real me, not just my ‘pretty face’ I ended up on a date with some guy who was just trying to sell me on the idea of taking classes with him at the gym. He negged me all night—kept saying how he could ‘whip me into shape.’ I don’t want to be whipped into shape, damn it! I’m not out of shape. Just because I’m plus-sized doesn’t mean I’m unfit.”

  “I know that’s true.” Amanda nodded. “You do fine when we do a spinning class together. Ugh—my legs are killing me after the first fifteen minutes but you just keep going and going!”

  “Exactly.” Chloe sighed. “I’m just never going to be stick thin. Because while I don’t hate exercise, I do love chocolate and baking and eating what I bake. Because let’s be real—I’m an awesome baker.” She made a face at herself in the mirror and laughed—a laugh which turned into another sigh.

  “You’re going to find a guy who loves you for you,” Amanda assured her. “You just can’t give up trying.” She shook her head. “It’s too bad the Kindred don’t have a dating site. But they match up with their women some other way, I guess.”

  Chloe gave her friend a surprised look.

  “Would you go on a date with one of them if they did? I thought you said they’re too big and scary.”

  “Well, for me they are.” Her friend laughed. “But you’re fearless, Chloe! And I’ve heard that the Twin Kindred especially love curvy girls.”

  Chloe made a face. “Sorry, girlfriend—that’s too many dicks on the dance floor for me. One man at a time please.”

  Amanda laughed. “Blood Kindred then—they have the sexy vampire thing going on.”

  “Oh Amanda…” Chloe shook her head in mock disappointment. “After all these years you’re still Team Edward? No thanks, I don’t like getting holes poked in me while my other hole gets poked.”

  “Beast Kindred then.” Amanda gave a shiver of delight. “They’re so big and shaggy and scary and sexy with those golden eyes like an animal’s.”

  For a moment Chloe felt an odd dropping sensation in the pit of her stomach, as though she’d just gone down a roller coaster. A picture flashed across her mind’s eyes—golden eyes, just like Amanda had described them—eyes that were looking at her hungrily… She pushed the strange image away quickly. What was it anyway—some half remembered dream? It made her feel strange and unsure of herself which she didn’t like a bit. She was a girl who knew her own mind and she didn’t like feeling uncertain.

  “So?” Amanda said. “Beast Kindred?”

  “The worst of all,” Chloe said decisively. “Haven’t you heard they have some kind of extra man-meat around the base of their…you know.” She mimed pointing to her crotch and Amanda giggled.

  “You’re kidding!”

  “Nope.” Chloe shook her head solemnly. “Afraid not. Think how stretched out you’d be! And once they get that in you, I’ve heard there’s no getting it out again for hours. Ouch! Huh-uh…definitely not for me.”

  “Well, if you’re not interested in Kindred and you’re not interested in human guys, where does that leave you?” her friend demanded.

  “I didn’t say I wasn’t interested,” Chloe defended herself. “I just said I can’t find the right one. And lately it seems like it’s too much trouble to try.”

  “Oh come on—try one more time. Please, for me?” Amanda begged. “Just try this app and put exactly what you just told me, okay? You can even use regular pictures. No false advertising—just you.”

  “Well…” Chloe could feel herself weakening. She was about to turn thirty and she wanted to find someone as much as Amanda did. All their friends had paired off by now and plenty of them were filling her Facebook feed with baby pictures. Why did finding the right guy have to be so hard?

  Why can’t I find a guy who wants me for who I am and doesn’t think he’s God’s gift to women? she wondered. Someone who isn’t constantly trying to change me or make me thinner?

  “I can see you’re about to give in,” Amanda said, grinning. “Hold that thought—I just want to change my top for one more shot and then we’ll start working on your profile.”

  She ran into other room, presumably to change her clothes, before Chloe could protest. Chloe opened her mouth to call after her friend…but that was when things got weird.

  First of all there was a blaring noise from somewhere—the glass maybe? Chloe stared at the mirror, frowning. What the hell? From the other room, Amanda yelled,

  “What was that? Someone blowing their horn outside? Is there a car out there?”

  “Don’t know. Don’t think so.” Chloe didn’t bother to look out the small bathroom window though—her eyes were glued to the mirror which was shimmering and swirling in a strange way. It looked almost like someone had melted it and it was beginning to run like silver paint. Chloe leaned closer. What was going on?

  “Well, don’t—” Amanda’s voice started but Chloe never heard what else her friend said. Because at that moment she found herself being sucked into the swirling,
melting silver mass where the mirror had been…

  Sucked out of her world and into a different life forever.

  * * * * *

  “This is not the right one.” The blue worm staring down at her seemed very upset as it spoke to another blue worm, also staring down at her. Both of them were about three feet tall and had multiple arms. “You were meant to bring the other female—she is closer to the ideal.”

  “It cannot be helped—we can only afford to bring one,” the other worm said. “And do not blame me—it was your shoddy second-hand equipment which caused this error—not mine.”

  “I could not afford any better and buy a dimensional shift stabilizer,” the first worm snapped back. “If only Char’noth and his band had not monopolized the Earth in our own dimension such expenses would not have been necessary. But we must harvest the Earth females of this dimension and so our resources are necessarily limited. We must make do with this one.”

  “Put her in the construct then,” the other worm advised. “By the time the first buyers arrive to bid on her, she may be altered enough to attract a good price. Then we can afford the energy necessary to bring another female—one closer to the ideal.”

  Finally, Chloe found her voice.

  “Who are you?” she demanded, wishing her words didn’t shake so much. “And what do you want with me?” She looked down at herself and gasped. “And why am I naked?”

  “None of these questions are of any concern,” the first worm said to her. “You are our first product and we intend to sell you for a good price—though first you must be closer to the Earth ideal of beauty.”

  It snapped the fingers on two of its skinny, knobby blue hands and suddenly a door appeared in the air between them.

  “What the…how did you do that?” Chloe demanded. She could feel her eyes getting wider and wider—she must look like something out of a cartoon. But this felt like more of a nightmare.

  “This is a construct drawn from your own mind which will help you to achieve the ideal,” the head worm told her—which made absolutely no sense. “Now, in you go,” it said.

  The door in the air opened smoothly, revealing what looked like the entryway of a richly appointed mansion. Chloe was pulled to her feet and what felt like hundreds of scratchy claws—the alien worms’s fingers she supposed—were pushing her roughly through the doorway.

  Later she wished she had done anything at that moment—fought and screamed and kicked and pushed—anything but let the blue worms push her through the doorway in the air. But she was still in shock—everything was all so unreal it was hard to believe it was happening at all.

  And so she stumbled through and the door slapped shut behind her, trapping her in her own private hell.

  About Evangeline Anderson

  Evangeline Anderson is the New York Times and USA Today Best Selling Author of the Brides of the Kindred, Alien Mate Index, Cougarville, and Born to Darkness series. She is forty-something and lives in Florida with a husband, a son, and two cats. She had been writing erotic fiction for her own gratification for a number of years before it occurred to her to try and get paid for it. To her delight, she found that it was actually possible to get money for having a dirty mind and she has been writing paranormal and Sci-fi erotica steadily ever since.

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