Falling Into Oz
Release Date: 5th Apr 2021
This is a standalone book.
The average rating for this book is 4 out of 5
Trigger Warning Blood/Gore Trigger Warning Death Trigger Warning Violence
Genre Sci-Fi Kink DP Kink Group Sex Kink Horns & Tails Kink Unique Peen (non-human) Burn Fast Harem Size Small Harem (3 or 4) Trope Chosen One Trope Fated Mates Trope Prison Form Aliens Form Cyborg Form Pirates Form Shifters Form Vampires POV 1st Person POV POV Multiple POV Age FMC in their 20s Store Availability Kindle Unlimited Store Availability Paperback Alphas Babies, Pregnancy or Children Fairytale Adaptation Harem Evolves Over Time HEA Insta-Love Insta-Lust Magic Marking Mixed Species Harem Quirky Royalty Wizard of Oz
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The “Big One” hit hard, creating chaos far worse than anyone could have predicted. My parents’ home was swallowed into a gaping maw, deep in the ground, or so I thought...until I opened my eyes.
Imagine my shock when I discover three suns and two moons, hanging in the violet sky—yes, sky—not some gravesite for sunken houses demolished during earthquakes.
Landing in an alien landscape was bad enough, but when I learn the way home requires stealing a magical emerald from a dangerous fanged creature and delivering it to an unpredictable sorcerer, things go from bad to worse. Forgive the cliché.
From the Yellow Brick Road, to the three companions I find along its winding, blood-splattered path, my reality begins to resemble a popular fairy tale I watched as a kid.
Only my OZ isn’t the same OZ I remember from our TV screen. It is a prison planet and the final address for dangerous criminals banished by their own galaxies’ governments. And as far as I can tell, there are no ruby slippers.
I have no choice but to trust Lornand, the golden lion shifter; Strax, the sexy alien dependent on robotics; and Trophus, the space pirate, if I want to survive and escape.
But nothing for me is ever simple. Somewhere along the Yellow Brick Road, my three protectors steal my heart, and returning to earth becomes less important when a fourth, unlikely ally joins our relationship.
There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.
I’m certain now Dorothy’s heel-clicking mantra was all wrong because my heart is convinced that home is wherever my four mates reside.
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