BOOK FIVE: ALIEN RESISTANCE
Madison woke moaning and clenching her thighs together, reaching for a nameless muscled green alien that haunted her dreams with savage lovemaking. She sat up and wiped her sweaty brow. "Dammit, this is not happening. I'm not a freak."
Because only a freak would dream sexy dreams of their invaders.
"Total freak," Madison muttered. She pushed off the blankets and got up. Even the air around her smelled heavily of sex, how freaky was that? "Obviously, I take after that great, great, great voodoo priestess ancestor of mine."
She stumbled out of bed and went to the tiny downright ugly bathroom to take a quick shower, praying there'd be water. The bathroom might be ugly, but it was a luxury to have her own. When there was water.
She almost cried in relief when the water poured out of the spout and didn't even mind that it was cold. After dreaming of sex with a green alien, that looked suspiciously like their invaders, she needed to cool off.