Stormy Weathers and Romando have instant chemistry; they’re supposed to end up together. But…due to some plotting by a rival, Romando ends up with Cyndra. Can he gt back the woman he’s supposed to have? In this excerpted scene from Alien Intention, Romando and Cyndra are on their way to his camp. We’re in Romando’s POV:
“You have a lot of bags,” I noted.
“Not enough,” she replied. “I still couldn’t bring everything I needed. They limited us to one bag each, but I sneaked a few extra aboard anyway. I figured, what they can do, jettison them into space? Not likely.”
I hefted two over one shoulder and two over the other, leaving the fifth and smallest one for her. I motioned with my head. “We must hurry and get to camp before nightfall.” Already cold, the temperature would plummet when the sun faded.
She swiveled her head. “Where’s our vehicle?”
“We don’t have one. We walk.”
“In the snow?” Her jaw dropped. “How far?”
“The camp is about a tripta and a half away.”
“A tripta is…”
“The distance a man walking at a steady speed can cover in an hour.” I scanned the sky. Clear. The storm that had pummeled us over the past few days had moved on, but our mercurial weather could change in an instant. We had adapted to inclement conditions, but only a numchuk would travel in a blizzard. If a storm moved in, the prudent thing to do was find shelter.
“That’s an hour-and-a-half walk! Stormy rode on a machine. Why can’t we?”
“Because we don’t have enough skimmers for everyone.”
She glanced at her feet. “It will ruin my designer shoes.”
I followed her gaze downward. Her boots covered her to the knee, but nothing else about them seemed appropriate. The thin leather offered scant insulation against wetness and cold, and the spike at the heel tipped her forward onto pointed toes. She’d be flat on her face in minutes—if she lasted that long. I contemplated her in the snow and rubbed my mouth to cover a grin of amusement. “When we arrive at camp, we’ll trade those shoes for some kel boots.”
“That’s that animal?” She sniffed like she smelled something bad. “I don’t think so.”
I saw scant difference between her footwear, obviously cobbled from animal hide, and our kel footwear, other than hers was inadequate and ours would keep her feet warm and dry and allow her to walk in the snow. “Have it your way. We need to leave now.” I set off.
“Uh, excuse me?”
I halted and peered back.
“What about my other case?” She pointed to the small bag at her feet.
“I have four.” Her bags felt as if they were weighted with illuvian ore. “You can carry that one.”
“Or you can leave it.” I shrugged.
She snorted like the kel do when they’re annoyed, but grabbed the bag. My breath fogged the cold air as I stomped along the trail. We’d wasted a lot of time. By now, Vondan would have arrived in camp with Stormy, the female who might have been mine if I hadn’t been so stubborn.
“Wait for me!” Cyndra’s screech could have stampeded a herd of kel. With tottering baby steps, she picked her way toward me. At this rate, we wouldn’t reach camp until well after nightfall. She hadn’t covered more than a dozen steps when her feet shot out from under her. With a scream, she landed on her shapeless buttocks in the snow, her case a few lengths away.
“Are you all right?” I hauled her to her feet and brushed her off. “Are you hurt?”
“No, I’m not all right! My Birkin is getting wet!” She waved so frantically, I feared she would fall again.
“Birkin! Birkin!” She pointed at the half-buried case.
I handed it to her. She wiped it off and cradled it to her chest.
“I guess you’re not hurt,” I observed.
“How would you know?”
“You’re worried about your bag. Let’s go.” I glanced at the sky and then at her.
She tottered a couple of steps then skidded and would have fallen if I hadn’t grabbed her arm. I tossed two bags aside so I could pick her up. “I’ll carry you.”
“What about my luggage?”
“We’ll come back for it tomorrow.”
“You can’t leave them here!”
“Are they Birkins, too?”
“No, but they’re still expensive, and all my good shoes and jewelry are in those two bags.”
“Are the shoes anything like the ones you’re wearing now?”
“They’re not that good,” I said.
She scowled. “I’m not leaving them.”
“I can store them in the lodge.” We hadn’t made much progress; I could dash back, dump the bags, and be back in less than half the time it had taken us to get this far.
At this rate, we wouldn’t even get to camp by morning.
I piled the bags, one on the other. “Sit.” I patted the top.
“What for?” she asked, but she sank onto the makeshift bench.
I shrugged off the other two bags I carried, lifted her left ankle, and snapped the spike off her shoe. Her eyes bulged, and her mouth moved, but no sound came out. Before she could say anything, I fixed the other boot.
She found her voice. “Have you lost your fucking mind?” Her outrage scared a flock of roosting phea, and they squawked into the sky. “You-you Neanderthal! Do you have any idea what these boots cost? You ruined them!”
“Better the footwear than your ankles.”
How can Romando and Stormy overcome this obstacle and get together the way they’re supposed to be? Find out in Alien Intention, available from your favorite online bookseller.
Alien Intention Description
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 good intentions. If only I could get her out of my mind…