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Re-Scue spans four different lifetimes connected by an insane passion for sex and blood. The players - a hunter and his prey - change shapes and sexes, but their sensually seductive game is always as exciting as the first time. The rules are simple. Sex without emotions is what the hunter wants, but the prey seems unwilling to give, refusing to play by this incomprehensible rule.

Didri and Tylean begin the sadistic ritual on Byoldar, a futuristic world, where he teaches her about pain and pleasure. The game continues with Aural and Rhodri on Thuly, a fantasy medieval-style world. Together, they will break new boundaries in passion - without emotions, leaving it to Leon and Sean to end the game on 21st century Earth.

Only in the last tale will the prey outsmart his hunter, forcing him to accept new terms for their never-ending game. The romantic developments are unique, as the characters change sex and shapes during the lifetimes, even assuming animal forms, while their relationship remains basically the same. A resolution is only achieved when both characters learn to accept their responsibilities within the game's parameters.

Re-Scue is the prequel to Tasting Leon's Mark, the bloody game that started it all with the inter-play of different lifetimes, all aiming for the same passionate lust.

One more electronic control, then after the beep, Didri was inside the pill-tech, as she called the workstation with ten machines rushing square-shaped blue tablets onto running belts and into dark blue cylindrical containers. As usual, nothing worth noticing, so instead her gaze ran to the manager’s closed office door and to the drawn blinds on the window next to it.

“Hello, Didri.” The only man in the room headed her way. “Ready to take over?”

“Sure, Jaymien. Do you have something unusual to report?”

“Nothing, no problems with machines or assembly lines.”

“All right.” One last glance around to make sure he had not missed anything, then she nodded, satisfied. “Have a good night.”

He turned to leave, but stopped before reaching the door. “Oh, just one more thing.”

“What is it, Jaymien?”

“Hem, about the new manager…”

“Yeah, what about him?”

“He’s…” Licking his lips nervously, Jaymien seemed to search for a specific word.

“Don’t bother.” Her hand ran to his shoulder to reas­sure him further. “I really don’t care how he is.” Then she watched him leave looking relieved. “He’s probably like every other engineer we’ve worked with, no big deal,” Didri added to herself, alone now with the machines hum­ming in their tireless drone.

“Actually, I’m nothing like any other engineer.” A deep, throaty voice rang out behind her. “Or any other man—for that matter.”

Startled, Didri spun around. “I didn’t mean…” A tall, well-built dark-haired man faced her, his arresting gray eyes and rippling muscles beneath a flimsy shirt almost too attractive to be true. His gaze not at eye level, though Didri was tall enough to expect it, he stared instead between her legs and made no mystery about it until with deliberate slowness, evidently wanting to evaluate the rest of her body, he raised it. Immediately a shiver ran down her back at his blatant disregard of conven­tions, or ethics for that matter, his mere presence making her nervous and strangely weak in her legs, not to mention tight in her stomach. But beyond the purely physical sensations, a warning bell rang in her head, forcing her to take another, more careful look at him.

Apparently a total stranger to her, she was sure she had never seen him before in her life, yet a nagging feeling of familiarity refused to be silenced, no, worse, pulled her in an uncommonly sexual way. “Hem…” Blushing violently, she lowered her gaze, doing her best to ignore the disturbing attraction by pretending to check one of the machines. “Do I have to do anything special tonight?”

“With an ass like yours, many special things come to mind.”

“What?” Unsure she had heard correctly, Didri’s gaze swung back to his face. “Beg your pardon?”

“Just a thought,” he teased. “Anyway, I know you’re a trained professional, so I have nothing more to add. Today will be an ordinary shift.” Then without another word, he went to his office and closed the door.

And that was it for the rest of the night, spent without either seeing or hearing from him again.

 

******

 

“Hi, Didri, you’re in early tonight.” Jaymien’s cleaned his hand on a dirty towel hanging by one of the machines.

“I…didn’t feel sleepy, so I came in as soon as I woke up,” she lied, glancing cautiously around. So where is he? Truth was she had not slept a wink plagued by one heated scenario after another. Her body responding in spite of the obvious unreality, unable to wipe his image or the few words he said, rather playing them over and over to assign with meanings she was quick to change the second after, the interpretations never quite satisfying her frantic heart. “It seems awfully quiet tonight.” But if it’s only a trick of my mind, why do I feel like he’s recognized me, too?

“Yeah, isn’t it great?” The man’s eyes twinkled in satisfaction. “You can always count on new managers to leave immediately after having taken active service.”

“You mean…”

“The engineer is on leave for the entire day and night.” His tone mocked the one used by top executives to deliver official messages.

“Already?” Her heart flopped to her stomach. “Hasn’t he just started?”

“Who knows?” Jaymien shrugged impatiently, obvi­ously what the boss did, or did not do, not one of his priorities. “Just watch out for the machine at the far end. There’s something wrong with it and I’ve had to check it through twice already.” Then mumbling a quick goodbye, he grabbed his jacket and left.

Serves me right, me and my stupid fantasies! Trying to keep disappointment at, Didri paced nervously around the workstation, going from one machine to the next, without checking any, uncaring if the pill-flow stopped or continued, wanting only her shift to end. And when it finally did, Didri walked out as soon as her replacement arrived, without even waiting for Markay, too depressed over her own foolishness to keep company with anyone.