You're Not My King! (Extra! Extraterrestrial #1)

by Eryn Hawk

“Keep close. Forest not safe for small hoo-man.” “Fuck you, I’m six-foot.” I pouted, but Baby Spice just tilted his head.

hated how sweet that sounded. We were like a couple of penguins, and I briefly imagined him scouring the beach to find me the prettiest pebble for our anniversary. It cheered me up some.

Funny how this dude could barely string a regular sentence together, but sex talk? No problemo. Ten out of ten. Couldn’t argue with his priorities.

And, seriously, when the hell had gaining the approval of my jailors become a bigger priority than going home? The Stockholm be Stockholming.

There was no way in hell I was surviving an abusive ex, crippling addiction, and alien abduction just to end up in the jaws of a fucking chocolate-factory reject. Nope. Not today, Satan.