Prologue

My name is Casey Jones. I'm a psychic with kick-ass telekinetic powers. Some people call me a natural born snoop. Let's just say I'm inquisitive and I have the gift for getting people to talk. With a little mental push, they want to tell me their secrets, their desires, and their hopes. Uncle Saul said I was better than truth serum. Get me in a room with a suspect and they spilled their guts. Since I was only eleven at the time, it made me the perfect psychic detective and undercover agent for Central Command. No one thought a kid could be a threat. Snort.

For five long, bloody years Earth was attacked by two alien races. The Tai-Kok kinda reminded me of demented porcupines with all those metal spikes protruding from their skulls. Except these tall, hairless ghouls weren't cute or cuddly. They had three bloodred eyes, sharp metal teeth and they lived to eat. Their image is forever seared into my mind. How they found Earth or why they considered us so yummy, no one knew. It didn't matter if you were a kid, you either fought them or you died. My mother was killed in one of their raids and I take great delight in killing the monsters.

The other alien race is the Rodan. These monsters look like something a mad scientist cooked up, a weird mixture of a rat and a dinosaur with very sharp teeth. To them, a psychic's brain was a highly sought-after delicacy, and they go to great lengths to capture us.

I was sixteen when my sister, Kaylee, made the mistake of psychically connecting with Talree, a Coletti warlord. It turned into one hell of a first contact. The alien warlord immediately claimed her as his mate. My family was furious, but Kaylee had mentally bonded with the jerk and there was nothing we could do to break the link. I wanted to give it a try, but Uncle Saul put his foot down. He didn't want the Coletti warlords to know about my "special" talents.

Zarek, the Coletti Overlord, wasn't stupid. He soon discovered the Jones family's unique psychic powers and our blood's ability to heal cellular damage. After the Great War had decimated his planet and damaged their females' DNA, we were a godsend. The crafty bastard immediately seized control of Earth.

Everyone hailed Zarek as a hero for saving Earth from the Tai-Kok and Rodan. The good citizens conveniently forgot how many times the Jones family had saved their ungrateful butts and they just threw us to the wolves.

Voss, the Overlord's battle commander, took our family to their ruined home world, where Zarek gave us the bad news. Our fates were intertwined. For better or worse, to survive what was to come, we had to embrace our destiny and become something stronger, faster. In other words, allow the Coletti to insert their DNA into ours. If we failed to stop the Tai-Kok and Rodan, not only would Earth be destroyed, but countless worlds would fall too.

Most of my family were in the military and duty was ingrained into their DNA. Once again, we had to stand against the alien invaders but this time the cost would be our humanity. Hooyah .

A female had to be twenty-one before a warrior could mate with her and since I had just turned sixteen, they couldn't touch me. I had five years to find a way to keep from becoming a war bride. Since Uncle Saul was going to be the Overlord's go-to guy on Earth, I went home with him.

The alliance with the Coletti turned out to be a Godsend. With the help of the Askole, Gorum and Katanic shape shifters, the Tai-Kok were wiped from existence. Unfortunately, the Rodan stepped up to fill the void. Their attacks always coincided with our planetary defensive systems going down, which gave the mutant dinosaurs time to capture several hundred people before retreating. It didn't take my uncle, the four-star general, long to realize most of the individuals being taken had psychic abilities. He knew we had traitors in our ranks, and he needed my "special" talents to find them.

During my investigation I discovered a splinter group of Earth First who were aiding the monsters. These fanatics wanted our world cleansed of all psychics and the Rodan were the perfect solution. Their leader went by the laughable title of The Supreme One. Seriously, someone had delusions of godhood. Somehow this fruitcake managed to shut down our weapons satellites, giving the Rodan ample time to capture as many humans as they could take. This Judas goat was also being paid fifty pounds of gold for every captured psychic.

Even though the Coletti Empire had control of Earth we still had to pay taxes. Guess who neglected to pay taxes on all that gold. Yep, the Earth First idiots. And that was how I tracked them down. The Supreme One turned out to be none other than the delusional General Martha Douglas. The crazy lady also had a vendetta against Uncle Saul and me. In her mind, I had screwed up her imaginary relationship with Uncle Saul. She also blamed me for getting her arrested and being busted down to a one-star general. Hey, what the heck did she expect? She's the one who had a public meltdown in the nude. Her tirade even made the evening news.

Furious at me for sic'ing the tax man on them, Earth First put me in their crosshairs and that's how I ended up bailing out of a burning C130 cargo plane. Eight thousand feet above the Pacific Ocean, I met Hothar, my soul mate. To say I was surprised would be an understatement. Me? Hook up with a Coletti warlord? Never going to happen. Okay, Hot Lips has the cutest dimples, and we make a great team.

Since Hothar and I were only nineteen, we weren't allowed to mate yet. Uncle Saul set the ground rules. "No heavy petting, necking, mental sex or nooky of any kind. You may kiss, but no tongue."

Unfortunately, our raging hormones made that a bit impossible and after we got busted a couple of times for mental sex, Hothar was assigned to hunt for Rodan bases on the far side of the galaxy. I got stuck doing background checks until a witch by the name of Aphrodite Davis needed a bodyguard.