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Throwback Thursday: Playing with Michael by Cameron Allie #TBT #NewAdult @CamAllieErotica

Making the jump from friends to lovers. Is it really worth the risk?

 

Playing With Michael (Love Me or Leave Me 1)

Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

 

When his long-time crush Nikki gets dumped, Michael decides to make his move. She’s the perfect girlfriend — so perfect so that she’s never single for long. Michael knows his window of opportunity is limited. It’s now or never.

When her best guy friend Michael breaks all the rules and kisses her at the bar, Nikki’s stunned. Michael’s the guy Nikki always turns to when her heart is broken — again. He’s a friend, a confidant, and, best of all, he’s safe. She can tell him anything. But once the shock wears off and she has time to sort out her feelings, she decides he’s worth the risk. Time to find out just how compatible they really are!

 

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2018 Cameron Allie

“You really think tonight is the best time?”

Even though his brother couldn’t see him, Michael rolled his eyes. They’d had this discussion multiple times. He wasn’t interested in hearing it again. After lifting his ass off the nylon upholstery, Michael dug his wallet from his back pocket and fished out a twenty to pay the cabbie. “Now is the best time. Yes.”

“But she just got dumped today.”

Michael snorted. He doubted she was the one who got dumped.

Nikki had texted him partway through his work day to inform him her boyfriend had been cheating on her, and tonight she wanted to let off a little steam. Their friends were meeting at Club Ivy. She wanted to know if he was free.

From that point on it had been nearly impossible to focus on work. Tonight he’d finally have his chance with Nikki.

“He cheated on her, Jer,” he told his brother through the phone. “I think she did the dumping.”

“Still, it’s fresh. Why don’t you wait a week or so? You don’t want to crowd the poor girl.”

“I can’t wait, and don’t ask me why, because you damn well know why.” Nikki never stayed single long. Each time one of her relationships came to an end Michael had given her space, all the while plotting his move, and each time he waited too long. The last time she was single was over a year ago. He’d promised to give her a week, then he’d ask her out. Turned out a week was too long.

“I don’t want to see you get your heart broken.”

“I’m a big boy, Jer. I can handle it.” And if she rejected him, well, he’d cross that bridge when he came to it. “Look, I got to go. I’m there.”

The cab pulled up to the entrance of the club. A line was already beginning to form at the door. A few men were scattered among the hordes of women in tight dresses and plunging necklines, all waiting to be let inside. Michael handed the driver his bill and told him to keep the change.

He pulled the handle on the door and stepped into the refreshing evening air. Through the phone his brother said, “Whatever happens in there tonight, good luck.”

“Thanks,” Michael replied before disconnecting the call and pocketing his phone. He knew despite Jer’s worry he really did hope for the best. Jer was the only one who knew how hung up on Nikki Michael was, and understood how miserable he was watching from the sidelines as she steadily dated men who were all wrong for her. Men who weren’t him.

Heading to the back of the line he was stopped by a sugary sweet voice calling his name.

“Michael!” Candice, one of Nikki’s friends, nearly tripped as she stalked toward him on high heels she had no business wearing. Aside from the fact that she was nearly five seven without them, she was too clumsy to even consider putting her feet in anything other than a short wedge heel.

“Hey.” He greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, happy she was now in catching distance if she stumbled again.

Her grin was wide. “Tonight should be a blast!”

He certainly hoped so. “Should be.”

“Nikki, Riley, and Scott are already inside.” She wiggled her phone. “They texted to let me know where they’re sitting.”

Sitting? So they hadn’t started dancing yet, just getting a good buzz going. He hoped a few cocktails would help his cause, not hinder it. “What about Heath?” Michael wondered as they inched closer to the entrance.

Candice shook her head. “He’s not coming.”

Heath and Scott had attended elementary school together. Michael had met them through Triple A hockey. He’d met Nikki and Candice when they tagged along to watch the games.

“Candi Cane!” A loud hoot came from several feet away as a group of five more women approached. Candice greeted them before introducing Michael. They all worked with Candice and Nikki. He was pulled into uncomfortable hugs with these women, whose perfume choices clung on the air and nearly choked him. He smiled politely but quickly forgot their names.

Tonight he had one goal. Nikki.

Inside the club Candice led the way toward the back where their group of friends had congregated. Rather than a booth they’d pushed two tables together and sat overlooking the dance floor. In the middle of the group Nikki was sipping at a dark liquid in a tall glass. After everyone said hello, several of the women separated from their group, heading to the crowd around the bar.

Michael pulled up a chair near Nikki and straddled it. Resting his arms across the back, he stared at her. She glanced over. Those blue eyes, framed by dark eyeliner, were startling in their clarity. Her lashes were thicker than normal, her lips plumper. He wanted to taste them.

 

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Romance author Cameron Allie grew up in a small town north of Toronto. As a child she loved stories, and after reading her first romance novel at age fifteen, her dreams of writing became singularly focused on love stories. She is currently living in Ontario with her husband, their baby girl, and their cat, who is constantly trying to interrupt the writing process.

 

Throwback Thursday: Against the Wall by Harley Wylde #ContemporaryRomance #TBT @HarleyW_Writer

Wanted: One hunky handyman to mend her lonely heart.

 

Against the Wall (A Bad Boy Romance 3)

Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

 

Grady: Handyman and heartbreaker. I’m damn good at my job. While my hands have been occupied building a deck for the delectable Madlyn Sparks, what I’ve really wanted to do was trace every one of her curves with my tongue. I bet with just one touch she’d go up in flames. My dick’s been harder than a damn post since I took this job, but I learned the hard way not to fuck myself out of a paycheck. But once this job is done, all bets are off.

Madelyn: Grady has done a fantastic job on the deck, but I didn’t really hire him for his carpentry skills. The man is fine as hell and I’ve wanted to take him for a ride ever since I saw him on my doorstep. Never in my wildest dreams did I think getting attacked would bring us closer together. He went from hunky handyman to overprotective bodyguard in an instant, and now that we’re living under the same roof, I just can’t keep my hands off him. Just one problem… now that I’ve had him, I never want to let him go.

 

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2017 Harley Wylde

The sound of my drill was loud in the otherwise quiet backyard. I’d been working on this massive deck for two days for a pampered princess, but there were perks aside from a paycheck. I glanced toward the lounger by the pool and couldn’t help but admire the tanned perfection of Madelyn Sparks. She might be petite, but she was all legs and curves. Definitely a mouthwatering package.

The sun beat down on me and sweat rolled down my temples to drip off my chin onto the wooden deck below. I’d literally put my blood and sweat into the thing, but tears weren’t going to happen. Not unless the goddess decided to kick me in the nuts for staring too much. She did a pretty good job of ignoring me, even when I drooled. Couldn’t really blame her. A guy like me was too far beneath someone like her. The house she lived in had to cost at least half a million, if not more. My bungalow was a little too damn close to the questionable part of town and probably could have fit in her garage.

I put in one last screw and wiped my brow before standing. My back cracked as I stretched and put the tools away. As much as I would have loved to stare at perfection a little while longer, it was time to call it a day. I had an ice cold shower waiting for me at home, along with a beer and a bag of pretzels. The dinner of champions. Or rather, the dinner of a broke handyman. This job was going to pay really damn well, but I didn’t get the check until I finished the deck.

The scent of suntan oil reached my nose, and I turned to see Little Miss Perfect. She pushed her sunglasses on top of her honey blonde tresses and smiled at me.

“Finished for the day?” she asked.

“Yeah, I thought I’d pack it up and come back first thing tomorrow. Eight o’clock okay?”

Her nose wrinkled a little. “As long as you don’t mind me being crabby. I don’t finish my morning coffee until nine.”

I couldn’t help but smile at her. Something told me that even at her crabbiest she was damn cute. She couldn’t have been more than twenty-one or twenty-two. I felt ancient at close to thirty, even though there were only a handful of years between us. I put my tools by the back gate and waited to see if she would say or do anything else.

“Would you like some water or soda to take with you?” she asked. “I even have some of that flavored stuff you can add to a bottle of water.”

I must have made a face because she laughed and crooked a finger at me. Like a little lost puppy, I trailed after her and into the pristine house, my boots clunking along the hardwood floors. Her kitchen was huge, with spotless granite countertops and stainless steel appliances.

“Nice place,” I commented as I took in my surroundings. I’d never own a place like this. Not because I didn’t want one, but because I wasn’t going to earn enough ever to climb this high up the social ladder.

“It was my parents’ home. They died last year and left everything to me.”

Well, that explained why she was so rich at such a young age, but it had to suck to lose her family like that. My mom was still very much alive and living it up in Vegas as a retired showgirl. I’d never known my dad, and I wasn’t sure Mom had ever known who he was. Just some nameless man who had crossed paths with her at some point. Along with countless others. Mom hadn’t exactly been known for being a one-man woman back in the day. Or now, for that matter.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” I told her.

She gave me a small smile and opened the fridge. “Water or soda? I have a beer, but I doubt it’s one you’d like to drink. I’ve been told it’s a girly beer.”

I laughed and told her water was fine. It was the best way to stay hydrated in this horrible heat. I guzzled half the bottle before I even took a breath. Madelyn had her hip propped against the counter, and her gaze traveled over me.

I couldn’t help but grow hard under her perusal. If she noticed, she was good at pretending otherwise. There was heat in her eyes as she looked up at me. Part of me hoped for the green light to kiss her the way I’d wanted to since the moment she opened her front door several days ago.

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Harley Wylde is the International Bestselling Author of the Dixie Reapers MC, Devil’s Boneyard MC, and Hades Abyss MC series.
When Harleys writing, her motto is the hotter the better — off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place. She doesn’t shy away from the dangers and nastiness in the world, bringing those realities to the pages of her books, but always gives her characters a happily-ever-after and makes sure the bad guys get what they deserve.
The times Harley isn’t writing, she’s thinking up naughty things to do to her husband, drinking copious amounts of Starbucks, and reading. She loves to read and devours a book a day, sometimes more. She’s also fond of TV shows and movies from the 1980’s, as well as paranormal shows from the 1990’s to today, even though she’d much rather be reading or writing.

Throwback Thursday: Truth or Dragon by CJ England #paranormalromance #NewAdult #TBT @CJ_England

Will an irrepressible free spirit dare to tame a dragon’s heart?

 

Truth or Dragon (Dragon Games 2)

Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

 

Lucina Bell was sure she and Ryuu Tatsuya had more than a connection the evening they met at Eadlin’s Christmas party. After all, in less than two hours, they went from arguing to kissing to the butler’s pantry.

One night stands aren’t Lucina’s style, but when Ryuu didn’t show the next day for their date at the Christmas arcade, she thought that was all the previous night had been to Ryuu. Yet she can’t convince her heart of that.

Ryuu hated walking away from Lucina without a word, but as a dragon prince with secrets he can’t share, he knows their relationship is doomed. After seeing his clan leader find his forever mate, he wants that kind of perfect love for himself, and even though he wants Lucinda more than he wants to breathe, her scent didn’t trigger the mating magic in him.

When they meet again at Eadlin and Drayce’s wedding, one glance stirs the smoldering passions between them. It’s all fun and games until Ryuu’s shocking secrets are revealed. When a ritual challenge is issued, the pre-wedding house party erupts into violence. Will learning the truth about her lover send Lucina flying out of his arms, or will she take Ryuu’s dare and play with her dragon forever?

 

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2016 C.J. England

While shivering in her extremely expensive high-heeled boots, Lucina Bell glanced once again at her watch. Damn it, he was late. Really late. Like over an hour late. Tightening her lips, she gave a growl of irritation. Both at Ryuu and at herself. It had been just over twenty-four hours, yet she missed him horribly. Which wasn’t like her at all. She’d never met a man she couldn’t walk away from easily. Until now.

Why hadn’t he come?

She forced herself to ignore the hurt curling around her heart. There could be a reason he wasn’t where they’d agreed to meet. Maybe he got caught in traffic. Or since he was a foreigner, maybe he’d gotten lost. Maybe he didn’t know where Leicester Square was. After all, it was decked out in its Christmas Carnival finery, so it might not be recognizable.

And now, she thought with a derisive snort, she was just making excuses.

Spinning around, she headed to the nearest tube station, swearing copiously under her breath. Ryuu Tatsuya was a dead man. She would crush him like a bug. She didn’t care that he was her best friend’s fiance’s best friend. So what if her killing him made them all uncomfortable at parties. Not even someone as hot as Ryuu could stand her up and get away with it.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed away the ever-present fatigue she seemed to fight lately. It had gotten worse over the last few days. She’d had some weird mood swings. Couldn’t seem to keep up the happy-go-lucky attitude she’d been born with.

But at Eadlin’s Christmas Eve party she’d really struggled.

Even with all the fun and food and good-time friends, there’d still been something missing. Instead of feeling happy and excited, she’d felt a bit edgy, tired and a lot impatient. Like she was waiting for something to happen. And that restless feeling so wasn’t like her. She was more of an in-the-moment sort of gal.

But for the life of her she hadn’t been able to break out of it.

She’d tried competing in the games but had gotten dizzy when playing Blind Man’s Bluff. She’d tried laughing and chatting with friends while having dinner, but her stomach had rolled every time she thought about putting something in her mouth. As a last resort, she’d even threatened to get up on stage with the band and sing, even though everyone knew she couldn’t carry a tune if she was given a golden-handled bucket. But a blinding headache stopped that idea in its tracks. Something was majorly wrong. And Lucina had been pretty sure she knew what it was.

“Damn it, Eadlin,” she’d sworn to herself. “Now you’ve got me doing it. Looking for my very own stranger. My Mr. Handsome and Mysterious. Your great-great-great ancestor found hers, you’re looking for yours, and now I want to find mine. So much I’m sick over it.”

She’d shaken her head. “Me! Footloose and fancy free me. Lucina in the sky looking for diamonds, me. It’s as easy to fall in love with a rich guy than a poor guy, me. It is to laugh.” She’d sighed. “So why aren’t I laughing?”

Looking back at the revelation now, she knew exactly why she wasn’t laughing. She wanted to at least care about the man she married. And if the guy didn’t make her panties go wet, then it just wasn’t worth it. She’d rather go hungry than settle for anything less than fireworks in bed. Life was too bloody short for boring.

But finding that special someone wouldn’t be that easy for her. She couldn’t just throw a fancy party and expect him to appear. She wasn’t like Eadlin who’d done what she could and let fate handle the rest. Lucina was way more hands-on. Or, as one past boyfriend complained, too bossy and unpredictable. Too restless to be comfortable with. He’d told her no man would want to take on a woman he couldn’t understand or control. She snorted delicately at the memory. Needless to say, it had been the last time she’d ever seen that particular idiot again.

So she was a little outrageous and different. Maybe a bit too free spirited and impulsive. So what? She liked herself that way. As an author of children’s fantasy stories, it gave her a lot of joy to look for the fantastical and weird in the world around her. While the parents may not be impressed with her “frivolous” career –they forced her to write under a pen name so not to taint their own –if the fans of her latest elf, dragon and changeling series were anything to go by, her odd take on life was appreciated. At least by kids between the ages of seven and twelve.

Then why couldn’t she find a guy who appreciated her weirdness? And why did she think her mysterious stranger –if she actually had one –would be different than anyone else’s?

The thought made her tired all over again, but that wasn’t anything new. She’d been so exhausted this morning, she’d been tempted to sleep in, but she’d been bound and determined to keep this date with Ryuu.

“So just how’d that work out for you, Luce?” she murmured, blinking away tears. But even after the moisture was gone, her eyes were so blurry she could barely see the street in front of her.

Everything ached, she realized. Her head, her stomach, her feet –why had she worn such insanely uncomfortable shoes, other than they made her legs look absolutely amazing. And now to add to her misery, her heart was aching like a sore tooth.

Why hadn’t he come?

Lucina sniffed loudly, furious that she’d allowed Ryuu to get to her this way. She hadn’t expected to care so much for him after just one night together, but she’d thought he’d felt something as well. Otherwise, why ask her out on a date?

After all, she hadn’t played hard to get. He’d already gotten everything he could want.

Shame filled her at the memory. Even though she talked a good game, she really wasn’t the type of girl to fall into a man’s arms after knowing him for less than an hour. But there was just something about Ryuu. Something special that cut through all the usual song and dance and had her jumping into bed –or in this case, the butler’s pantry –as soon as she’d tasted his kiss.

Or maybe she’d just been carried away by the romance of the evening. Seeing her best friend find her special someone had set off a yearning within Lucina she hadn’t even admitted to herself. Until now.

She wanted it. That romance… that desire. The connection.

She wanted a man to look at her with the same need and desperation that Lord Drayce had in his eyes when he’d looked at Eadlin. They’d met, kissed and become engaged within a few hours of seeing each other for the first time. Now that was romantic.

Or crazy.

But no matter how crazy it seemed, Lucina longed to find someone, too. She wasn’t jealous of Eadlin… much. No, she wished her friend all the happiness in the world. She just wanted the same for herself.

 

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Author Interview: Angela Knight #authors #writing @AngelaKnight

If you’ve been a Changeling Press reader for a while, then I’m sure you’ve heard of Angela Knight. She’s not only a kick-ass writer, but her cover art is divine.  She’s joining us on the blog today to give us a peek into her life as a writer by answering a few questions…

 

Do you have a favorite type of hero or heroine to write?

ANGELA: I like to write sexy, dominant heroes who are deadly and capable. I pair those with kick-ass heroines who don’t take any crap from anyone, including the hero. Then I give them a strong conflict, so they fight like a pair of cats in a burlap bag. When they’re not doing that, they have lots and lots and lots of sex.

Do you have a routine you follow when you’re working on a book? A certain time of day when you write, or a snack you keep nearby?

ANGELA: I think best when I’m moving, so I like to go on long walks around my neighborhood. I plug a headset into my smart phone, and I dictate the day’s writing into it. Then I use a transcription program, Dragon Naturally Speaking 15, to transcribe the audio file.

That hour-long walk gives me ten pages of writing that would have taken me six hours to type. Of course, then I spend a lot of time cleaning up the scene and editing it. But the point is that it gives me something to work with and lets me envision the scene.

A few years ago, I had a problem with what I call “page fright.” I felt so much pressure to write the perfect scene that I couldn’t write anything at all. Once I started dictating, it freed my creativity from all that self-imposed pressure.

The day before yesterday, I walked around the block, playing my heroine and cussing Arthur Pendragon at the top of my lungs. It’s a hell of a lot of fun, though I suspect my neighbors think I’m schizophrenic.

But at least I get the work done, and the neighbors haven’t called the little men in white coats yet.

Another advantage is that writing is a sedentary job. When I’m spending too much time at my computer, I may only walk two thousand steps a day. My walking/writing combo lets me get in at least ten thousand steps, and it’s helped me with my back pain and carpal tunnel. I’m also in much better physical shape than I was.

What’s more, combining writing and exercise gives me twice the motivation to get both done.

When you’re writing, do you prefer silence or background noise?

ANGELA: I prefer music or the television playing in the background, but I’m also easily distracted, so that doesn’t always work. Sometimes I go to a coffee house where I can hear people talking without the distraction.

Writers Block. Is it a problem and if so, what do you do to break through and start writing again?

ANGELA: Writer’s block is absolutely a problem with every single book I write. Usually it’s because something I’m planning isn’t going to work. I must figure out the problem before I can start writing again.

Usually this involves lots of long walks, cursing, and frustration. I also good movies and read other people’s books. Talking through the problem with my editor can also help.

A block may last anywhere from a day to a month. I have one story I’ve been trying to write for couple of years without luck. Recently the solution popped into my head, and I’m going to write it next. I’m looking forward to it.

I’ve written more than fifty novels, short stories and e-books at this point, but I always encounter a glitch somewhere in the process. Writing is a lot harder than people think it is.

If someone told you tomorrow that you could no longer write and had to pick some other job, what would you choose and why?

ANGELA: Art. I’m a cover artist, and I absolutely love creating images of sexy men and women in intense situations. Art can be frustrating too, in its own way, but it’s very rewarding and I get paid for it.

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Angela’s latest series with Changeling Press is called Merlin’s Legacy. Do you like Dark Fantasy Interracial Romances? Be sure to check them out! You can find her latest, Master of Passion HERE. Stay tuned for the next book in the series — Master of Honor.

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by Crymsyn Hart
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Her mates will do anything to get her back, even if it means eating the evildoers.

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Two wounded souls, Jason and Aaron have a love based on both mutual attraction and desperate need.

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What can a dedicated sex reporter do with two gorgeous hunks in her power? Anything she likes.

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by Sean Michael
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There’s a shift of power happening in Hell, and nothing will ever be the same.

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The one thing Maxwell isn’t looking for is love, but sometimes fate has a mind of its own.

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A demon finds his true mate, but his past sins threaten their love as he faces royal judgment.
Vaaden Captives (Intergalactic Affairs 1)Vaaden Captives
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 Living in a male dominant society, Vaaden warriors must obtain slaves from Earth to meet their needs….

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Vaaden Warriors (Intergalactic Affairs 2)Vaaden Warriors
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 Living in a male dominant society, Vaaden warriors must obtain slaves from Earth to meet their needs….

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Throwback Thursday: Brielle and the Alien Geek by Jessica Coulter Smith #TBT #scifi #alienencounters #kindleunlimited

JCS_IGB1Brielle

Cover Artist: Karen Fox

Brielle has waited faithfully for her fiance to return from Terran Prime, only to discover she’s been engaged to a lying, cheating bastard who tosses her out on her rear the moment he’s back on Earth.

Not one to go down without a fight, Brielle will do anything to ensure her survival — even sign up for a bride exchange on another world.

Syl has lived his life in his lab, always preoccupied with his experiments. But the moment he sees Brielle, he realizes that perhaps his life has been missing something after all.

Wanting and having are two different things. What would an exotic looking female like Brielle want with an alien geek like him?

 

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PRAISE FOR BRIELLE AND THE ALIEN GEEK

LR Cafe’s Best of 2015 Awards Honorable Mention Winner:
Best Science Fiction/Futuristic Book

 

Winner of the 2016 Darrell Award for Best Midsouth SF/F/H Novella! 

 

SNEAK PEEK…

 

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Copyright ©2015 Jessica Coulter Smith

The coffee scorched Brielle’s throat as she gulped the hot brew. Her hand clutched the cup tightly as she watched the men and women exit the space shuttle. She rubbed the back of her neck and then clutched her purse strap as she waited. It had been nearly a year since she’d seen her fiance, and over six months since she’d had contact with him. As a medical doctor, he’d volunteered to travel to the space station on Terran to serve on their medical staff for one year. Why he was coming home two months early, she didn’t know, but she wouldn’t question it. She’d been lonely without Aaron by her side.

A familiar head of sandy hair appeared. She bit her lip, adjusted her clothes and then blew out a breath as she watched him, her heart thrumming against her breast. As he drew nearer, she saw there was a woman clutching his arm. A tall, busty blonde who was grinning from ear to ear. Had they met on the shuttle? Her brow furrowed as her heart slowed its pace. She frowned and looked around, but there was no one else waiting in this section except her.

Aaron looked up and spotted her. The smile on his face froze for a moment, and she thought she saw a hint of panic in his eyes. He came closer, stopping a few feet away, the blonde still clutching his arm. Brielle looked at the blonde, then her fiance, wondering who the woman was.

Aaron cleared his throat. “Brie. Good to see you again.”

“We agreed I would meet your shuttle when you returned. I was a little surprised when I received the call from the station that you were coming home sooner than expected.”

“I didn’t think you’d be here.” He rubbed the back of his neck and shifted from foot to foot. “This is rather awkward.”

“Why is it awkward? I know we haven’t seen each other in nearly a year, but–“

“It isn’t that,” he interrupted. “Brielle, this is Melissa.”

Brielle mustered a smile for the blonde. “How do you do? Did the two of you meet on the shuttle?”

“Um, no.” Aaron fidgeted. “I’ve been seeing Melissa for the last four months. Brielle, I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to spit it out. Melissa and I are engaged.”

Brie’s gaze bounced from her fiance to the blonde and back again. “I don’t understand. You’re engaged to me. We’ve been engaged nearly two years.”

“I didn’t plan for this to happen; it just did. I met Melissa during a routine exam and things just clicked between us. Hurting you is the last thing I’d ever want to do, but I can’t deny what my heart wants. And it wants Melissa. I tried to contact you, to let you know, but communications have been down since February.”

“We live together!”

He fidgeted again. “About that… I need you to move out. Melissa’s lease is up on her place next week and she needs a place to stay. Since we’re getting married, it only makes sense for her to move in with me. It was my place first, after all. Until you have your things packed, I’ll stay at her place.”

Brie clenched her hands at her sides, her nails biting into her palms. Heat worked its way up her body and she felt color bloom in her cheeks. She bared her teeth at her now ex-fiance, and before she thought better of it, took a swing at the puppy-dog expression staring at her. Her fist connected with his left eye, the edge of his cheekbone bruising her knuckles.

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” Brielle shook her hand, but felt deep satisfaction at the color now budding around the bastard’s eye.

Two security guards hurried her way, their hands on their weapons, as if they were going to draw on her at any moment. It figured. She was the one getting her heart ripped out, but they would surely take Aaron’s side. Assholes always stuck together.

“Is there a problem?” the first security guard asked.

“This crazy bitch just hit me.” Aaron gave her a furious one-eyed glare. “I want her arrested.”

Brie folded her arms over her chest. “If I’m in jail, I can’t pack my things. If I can’t pack my things, you can’t move your slut into the apartment.”

“There’s such a thing as Goodwill.”

She gasped. “You wouldn’t dare donate my belongings!”

“Arrest her!” Aaron demanded. “I want the bitch locked up.”

The second security guard pulled out a set of cuffs and Brie turned her glare his way.

“Of course you’re going to take his side! Never mind that he’s been engaged to me while shacking up with this bimbo for the past four months! Men! You’re all alike.”

“Not all of us,” a deep voice rumbled behind her.

Brie spun to face the interloper, a sharp retort on her tongue. As her gaze fastened on the light lilac skin stretched across a broad chest, the words died on her lips.

She looked up, captured by dark purple eyes. She’d of course heard of Terrans before, but she’d never actually met one. They tended to shy away from cameras so this was her first chance to see one.

“Captain, this doesn’t concern you,” one of the security guards said. “The woman is human and so is the man she attacked. Your laws don’t apply here.”

“From what I heard, the man deserved what he got. If he were still on Terran, his punishment would be far worse. We value women on my world. To throw one away is a severe crime.”

She heard Aaron gulp behind her.

“But we aren’t on Terran,” Aaron said. “We’re back on Earth, so the rules of your planet don’t apply.”

“That isn’t technically true,” the Terran said, pointing to a sign over their heads. “You haven’t crossed the threshold yet. When you broke up with your fiancee, you were very much still under Terran rule.”

Brie didn’t know why the alien was helping her, but if he wanted to punish Aaron, she wasn’t going to argue with him. Hell, she’d applaud his efforts and help him snap the cuffs into place. Arrogant bastard deserved whatever hand fate was about to deal him. She turned to face Aaron, wanting to see the fear in his eyes.

Her ex-fiance was pale, deathly pale. The spineless coward’s lips trembled when faced with the massive alien at her back. She felt the captain’s heat envelop her as he leaned forward, his lips brushing her ear.

“What do you think his punishment should be? Locked in the dungeons for the next ten years? Forced to work the mining camps?”

“Is there a punishment where his balls are removed?” she asked, staring Aaron down. He reached for his crotch, and if possible, he paled even further. The man was shaking and she loved every minute of it.

The alien brandished a blade, the silver edge gleaming in the sunlight. “He hasn’t broken a law that would yield that punishment, but I will be happy to take on the task. Any man who cheats on his woman shouldn’t be able to procreate.”

The guards began to swear. “Captain, you don’t want to do this. Even your people would frown on such drastic measures. Incarcerate him if you must, but leave him intact.”

He lowered the weapon. “Unfortunately, they’re right. As much as I would love to do this for you, it’s against our laws.”

“Just let the spineless wimp go.” She turned to face the alien once more, looking up to meet his amethyst gaze. “He obviously never loved me, and honestly, I’m not as hurt as I should be. It’s painful to know he’s chosen someone else over me, and my pride has suffered, but my heart isn’t breaking like it should. What does that say about me?”

The alien smiled at her, a dimple flashing in his left cheek. “It means your heart was not engaged because he wasn’t your… what’s that Earth term? Soul mate?”

When she thought of Aaron’s thin frame and pasty skin, compared to the hunky alien in front of her, she couldn’t remember what she ever saw in the guy. Sure, Aaron was usually soft-spoken and cultured, but he was a sissy. Brielle was tired of sissies. She wanted a real man, a man who could make her feel cared for and safe. She wanted strong arms to wrap around her at night, not spindly arms that couldn’t lift a window without assistance.

“No,” she agreed. “We weren’t soul mates.”

“On my planet, you would be a prize for any warrior. Why have you not taken part in the bride exchange? Your family would be paid handsomely if you should decide to take part. I can promise that you would have your choice of warriors.”

“Terran warriors,” she clarified.

He nodded. “And if you’re into sharing, there are those on my planet who would be happy to oblige you, as long as you were accepting two or more males into your bed.”

Brielle’s breath caught in her throat. She could barely imagine holding on to one of these large males, much less two. She’d heard they were rather well-endowed and worried they would split her in two. She opened her mouth to respond, but snapped it shut. A bride exchange? As of this moment, she had no home. Her family wasn’t about to take her in; they lived in a small cabin in the Kentucky hollows. Growing up, she’d shared a room with her three sisters, two of whom were still living at home.

The alien’s smile broadened. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”

 

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