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

by Ursa Dax

Just like she’d said, he had a pale lavender-coloured hide, long white hair, and a jaw that could cut a bitch.

I was about to marry an honest-to-goodness alien fucking cowboy.

The male looked like some artisan had lovingly crafted him into existence. An artisan with a real hard-on for masculine musculature, because Silar had that in spades.

when he tossed down the hose and turned around, I came face-to-dick with the biggest phallus I’d ever seen.

At this point I’d consent to a tail amputation if it meant I got to keep her.

She seemed to have endless things to say, which I supposed was just as well, because I had very few.

“I also have a wagon,” he added in a sudden rush. “Just… So you know.” “Oh! Well… Good! I love wagons!” I’d never been on a wagon in my entire fucking life.

“Upset him? Silar? Empire, no,” the warden said, looking both surprised and amused. “You just knocked that boy’s boots off, is all. He’s likely gone to sort himself out before the ride home.”

I sure as hell wasn’t about to look this gift shuldu in the mouth.

But whatever the reason, for better or worse, I could not rip my gaze from my wife’s rump.

I wondered if humans only ever did the kiss ritual at weddings. I did not see how we could have another wedding so that I could repeat the experience. But maybe they also did the kiss thing at other important ceremonies, like funerals. I found myself rather foolishly hoping that someone might die soon so that I could find out. Maybe Zohro. No one would miss him. It would be worth it.

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

The image of Silar bending, then crouching, silently gazing upon his new little sapling of a cherry tree.

HE GOT A CHERRY TREE OH MY HEART