The setup: Moxie, our heroine, is in a bar frequented by extraterrestrials, waiting for her blind date from the Intergalactic Dating to arrive. She knows nothing about him except that his name is Sixx, and he’s a “Dakonian.” (She has no idea what a Dakonian looks like. BTW, a star flight is the happy hour special).
And we’re off…
“Here you go.” Betty returned with a hurricane glass billowing with vapor. She set it on the table along with a small basket.
I eyed the steaming drink, but compared to dating an alien, how much of a risk could a star flight be? I peered into the basket containing round brown things. Could humans digest alien food? “What are those?”
“Oh.” I flushed. “Thanks.”
“You haven’t been here before, have you?”
“First time,” I admitted.
“No worries, hon. Nobody here bites, except for the Zurelians, and they’ve been banned.”
“Good to know,” I said.
“Well, give a shout if you need anything. I’ll keep watch for your date.”
Leaving a contrail in her wake, Betty zipped off to another table. Frost coated my glass filled with a lime-green concoction. White smoke poured over the top like a witch’s brew. I should have asked her what was in it. Maybe it was something mundane like vodka and lime juice. Sometimes a peanut was just a peanut.
“I’d offer to buy you a drink, but I see you already have one—although from the look on your face, you don’t like it much,” said a well-modulated male voice in perfect English.
I looked up. A man stood in front of my table. His face more or less resembled a human’s—two eyes and one nose, but his mouth was lipless. How do you kiss a guy who doesn’t have lips, I wondered, and then noticed his, uh, appendages. Tentacles. Three on each side, a frosty mug of beer clutched in one of them.
“Are you Sixx?” I asked, re-counting tentacles. Yep, six of them.
“Is that who you’re waiting for?”
“Then I’m your man.”
I had no idea what a Dakonian looked like, but Lexi and Toni never mentioned tentacles. Surely they would have said something. Oh baby, what he can do with all those hands… “You’re Dakonian?”
“I’m a Lorexan.”
The nerve! He was trying to slide into another guy’s place. “Is Lorexan anything like a lounge lizard?” I said in a sticky-sweet tone and then snapped, “You’re not Sixx!” I grabbed my star flight and took a gulp. Despite being pissed off, I was pleasantly surprised by tropical flavors of pineapple, coconut, and lime. The alcohol was rum, if I wasn’t mistaken.
“Hey, when I see a woman sitting all by her lonesome, I figure it’s worth a shot.”
“I believe this little lady belongs to me.” Dressed in animal skins, seven feet of muscled perfection shouldered up to my table. My gaze traveled up, up, up over a barrel chest and broad shoulders to a forceful chin, chiseled cheekbones, and a nose with a bump in the middle. His expression and posture were hostile as he scowled at the Lorexan, but when he glanced at me, the heat in his gaze nearly melted me in my panties. Near-black hair swept back from a high forehead shadowing dark-brown eyes and skin the color of chocolate ice cream. As a plus, he had lips. Full, sexy, kissable lips.
But, little lady? Belong to him? Apparently sexism was alive and well in the galaxy. Were there no enlightened aliens? This little lady didn’t belong to anybody but herself, and I wasn’t so little. Long work hours prevented me from getting to the gym as often as I should, and I derived my diet from fast food a wee bit too much. Hence, my hips carried a little extra baggage, but I was more than capable of taking care of myself in any situation. Like this one.
However, my annoyance with the newcomer ran contrary to the sudden wave of heat coursing through my body. Tentacle Guy left me cold, but, at the appearance of Mr. Buckskin, my heart and stomach started fluttering like crazy, and I had a strong urge to wrap myself around him like a dancer humping a stripper pole. Dormant erogenous zones lit up like the Las Vegas strip. Holy crap, he was hot.
I stood up and found myself caught between two men about to butt horns—literally, since the late arrival sported two cute leathery dark-brown nubs from his nicely shaped skull. He glanced at me, and the horns pulsed.
My stomach cha-chaed. So did my heart. And my womb. And Miss Priss.
“She hasn’t been stamped and tagged,” Tentacle Guy said. He was blowing up like a puffer fish. Not attractive in a tentacled guy. Not. At. All.
“Hold it, boys. First of all, on this planet, nobody stamps and tags anybody.” I glanced around. Where was Betty? Did they have bouncers in this place?
“No, because she’s my mate,” Buckskin continued as if I hadn’t spoken.
“Who says?” Tentacle Guy set down his beer. His skin was turning greener than my drink. A sign of anger? He had a lot of “hands” to throw punches, but Buckskin looked like a heavyweight prize fighter.
“The Intergalactic Dating Agency.” Buckskin smiled at me, and my internal organs added some new dance steps. “I’m Sixx.”
Despite the macho attitude leading him to the mistaken belief I needed a man to jump in and rescue me, I much preferred him to the other one, who I suspected might get grabby and attempt to tag me with one tentacle while groping me with the other five.
“So it’s true? His claim is legit? You’re his mate?” the Lorexan asked me.
Date—mate—if I said yes, would he go away?
Sixx will be released September 26, but you can reserve your copy now and pay when you get the book:
She wants a man who’s got her six…
He needs a mate with enough moxie to leave Earth…
Software developer Moxie Maguire has a BIG dream—save enough money to start her own video game company. That’s why she logs fourteen hours days working for an obnoxious boss. But when life seems to be passing her by, she sets another goal—meet Mr. Right, a man who can support her dream. She joins the Intergalactic Dating Agency and is matched with a hot and horned alien named…Sixx. Sexy as heck, a good listener, family-oriented—he’s the perfect man to share a life with.
If only that life was on Earth.
Sixx has a dream, too. Find a mate, settle down, and raise kits. With females in short supply on his planet, this single dad heads for Earth to get a female and get back to Dakon and his young son. The instant he meets Moxie, he recognizes she’s his Fated Mate. They’re meant to be together.
But he won’t abandon his child. And, unfortunately, his planet has even fewer computers than females. One for the entire planet, to be exact.
Will two Fated Mates have to part? Or can they find a way to work it out?
Sixx is a stand-alone read in the Dakonian Alien Mail Order Brides series. You can read the books out of order.