Married to the Alien Cowboy (Cowboy Colony Mail-Order Brides, #1)

by Ursa Dax

Mama always told me that what people did when they thought no one was watching told you who they really were. Silar may not have bothered with the formality of wearing a shirt to meet his future bride, but the big man took care of his animals. And that said a hell of a lot more than fancy, formal clothing ever could.

How come my husband got colourful cartoon porn to prepare for the arrival of his human wife when all I’d gotten was my sheaf of silver landing papers and a card with Silar’s name tacked on the back?

Loneliness when you’re surrounded by people feels different than loneliness in the empty quiet.

“All I care about is that, if you are running, I’m the one you run to.”