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Our attraction unleashes a perfect storm…
I’m Stormy Weathers. My love life on Earth is one natural disaster after the other. I’m attracted to bad boys, rebels, commitment-phobes. In a crowd of choirboys, I’ll manage to find the jerk. All I want is a man who’ll love me and my young son, so I’m going to an icy planet to become an alien’s mail order bride. This time will be different! The chemistry I feel with Romando is electric. It doesn’t matter what my sister or her mate or their tribe says, mutual attraction this strong can’t be wrong, so I’ll do anything to get him…
I’m Romando, an outcast in my own tribe. One rash, angry act turned me into a pariah and almost got me banished. But, what everyone resents the most is that I’m one of the lucky few who’ll be getting a mate. The instant Stormy Weathers blows into Dakon with the other Earth females, my horns tingle. She is meant for me, but I resist the instinct to claim her. You see, she’s related to my nemesis responsible for my outcast state. Honor and pride dictate that I reject her as a suitable mate before she undermines my best intentions. If only I could get her out of my mind…
Alien Intention is a humorous, steamy science fiction romance, and a standalone read in the Alien Mate series.
An excerpt from Alien Intention
Holy alien hotness. I couldn’t stop staring at the brooding Dakonian. Leaning against the wall apart from the others, he didn’t mingle and jostle with the rest. Dark, nearly black, waist-length hair swept back from a widow’s peak to reveal pronounced dark brown, leathery horns. He caught me looking at him, and they pulsed!
He stood, literally and figuratively, horns above the others; he was one of the tallest men in the room and the sexiest. A buckskin-like tunic stretched across a broad chest and rippling abs before blending into leggings of the same material to mold long, powerful thighs. The beads and shells fringing the hem of his tunic would have looked silly on other men but on him, heightened his masculinity, his alienness. It was like he’d wanted to look his best and had dressed up for the occasion—which none of the others had bothered to. Or maybe the adornment signified some special status? Maybe he was a like a tribe leader or something?
“You don’t want Romando, trust me. You came here for a fresh start, remember?” My sister had warned me off him when she noticed my interest.
Romando. A romantic, manly name. And those eyes! They were so brooding, so mysterious. My stomach fluttered.
Sunny meant well, but she and I didn’t go for the same type. She preferred quiet, shy, nice guys. Boring. I had to give her credit this time. She’d done okay with Darq. He had that alien sex appeal going on, although, again, he struck me as sweet. If you brought an alien home to meet Mom and Dad, Darq would be the one they would approve of.
Romando would have gotten me grounded. He was seven and a half feet of alien attitude, captured in an I-don’t-give-a-damn shrug.
Yeah, yeah, I came here to make better choices, but was Romando such a bad one? Weren’t all the Dakonians supposed to be good guys? Loyal, appreciative, family-oriented?
I snuck another peek. Oh baby. I fanned my hot face with one hand, and clutched Devon’s with the other. The moment Romando and I made eye contact, my body felt as if it could melt into a puddle of goo. Standing apart from the others, he had an aura of confidence, like he would do whatever he wanted no matter what anybody else thought. He did things his way. Cue Frank Sinatra.
Oh please, pick me. According to my sister, and the head alien, Enoki, the men did the choosing. How traditional. How quaint. How…frustrating!
I sought Romando’s gaze, gave a little wave, and smiled. He didn’t smile back, but his eyes smoldered like two hot coals. His horns pulsed. Yep, those babies were throbbing.
I’d screwed up in the past, had gotten involved with the wrong sort of man, but you had to kiss some frogs before you found your prince, right? I’d always believed soul mates existed, that we were all one half of a pair. I’d mistakenly thought I’d met my true love before, but Romando was the real deal. I could feel it. Chemistry this intense couldn’t be wrong.
“If a man does not meet with your approval, you may refuse him, and he will pick somebody else,” Enoki said.
My sister elbowed Darq, who whispered to a man while gesturing to me. I had a bad feeling they were playing matchmaker.
“Mom, what’s happening now?” Devon whispered.
“We’re going to meet Mom’s alien,” I murmured and squeezed his hand.
“I thought we were going to live with Aunt Sunny,” he said.
“Maybe, maybe not,” I replied. The man Darq had spoken to glanced our way and smiled. He had an open, friendly face.
Not my type.
“We’ll be able to visit with Aunt Sunny and Uncle Darq often, but we may be living someplace else,” I said to Devon.
“Where is that?”
“I don’t know yet,” I murmured. “Shh. We’ll have to wait and see.”
“Are we all ready?” Enoki asked.
“Yes!” I shouted with the other women.