Abducted (Passion in the Stars #1) by Eliza Daniels

ABDUCTED
    Trisha woke-up in the middle of the night to the sound of a dog barking. She grabbed her shorts and a flannel shirt that she tied around her waist. She pulled her rifle out from behind her bed and loaded it with bullets. It was probably wolves trying to get into the barn to eat the sheep again. She'd handled them before on multiple occasions, although her family didn't have much faith in her abilities. Her Dad had only reluctantly left the farm in her hands for the week while he went on a road trip with her mother for their anniversary.
    She was thankful they were gone. Since Jason had broken-up with her, she needed time alone to think. Too bad she didn't have a man keeping her bed warm and filling up the hole between her thighs. She moaned at the thought. Killing wolves would have to do as a distraction.
    She remembered the time Jason had gotten her pregnant. Her father had almost forced him into a shotgun wedding, but then she had a miscarriage. She frowned.
    She was twenty-three years old. Her Dad needed to learn that she was more than capable of taking care of herself. She'd done chores on the farm for years and built up muscles from hauling hay. She'd practice shooting cans in her backyard with her rifle and went hunting on a few occasions. She knew how to handle the hired hands of the house. She could even chew tobacco and spit just as well as any man! But he didn't see her as being capable of taking care of a farm or even herself. He thought she needed a man in her life to marry. She'd show him.
    She caught her reflection as she passed by a mirror and stopped only for a moment to pull her messy, brown hair into a bun. Her green eyes looked wild as she gazed out the windows to try to gauge what was going on. There was a strange, iridescent glow filtering in from outside.
    This could be bad. Maybe someone had broken in and brought a floodlight with them. She should call the police, but she wasn't scared.
    She put down her gun to light a cigarette and then strolled outside. She'd need a smoke to handle this one.
    She walked out the front door and kept her spine rigid, even though the air had a spooky, bluish glow to it. The barn looked purple in the light and the green grass appeared to have been doused in radioactive material.
    She whirled around on the ball of her foot, ready to shoot, regardless of which direction these terrors were coming from. Instead, she floated into the air. She kicked and punched, but she continued to sail upwards.
    She dropped her rifle and a bullet discharged with a boom into the surrounding woods. She lost her cigarette as her mouth fell open as well. "Dammit," she screamed into the night.
    She looked up and had to squint against the florescent light she was floating towards. It was coming from a giant circular object floating in the sky. It had windows and looked like a spaceship!
    "What the hell?" she asked before losing consciousness.

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    When she woke, she was surrounded by metal gadgets. She tried to sit up, but her hands were cuffed to a silver bed above her head. The walls were white and the overhead light was blinding. The room smelled of rubbing alcohol, which reminded her of a hospital or laboratory. She shuddered at the thought. Was she going to be experimented on?
    A blue face appeared above her, followed by another blue face. The creatures looked humanoid. They were bald and had large eyes. Their fingers were unusually long as they stroked her face and hair.
    "What is this? Where am I?" she asked, but they didn't answer her.
    They looked at one another instead and made chittering noises. It took Trisha a moment to realize that this was the way they communicated.
    Were these aliens? She shook her head. She didn't want to think these thoughts. The kind of people who believed they were abducted wound up in tabloids that she liked to make fun of.
    One of the aliens stuck something in her mouth and it took her a moment to realize it was a thermometer. It was shaped like a