Wrangled by the Alien Rancher (Cowboy Colony Mail-Order Brides, #2)

by Ursa Dax

“Darcy,” he said again, slightly less loud this time but just as frantic. “I know that I have killed a man-” Well, there went the whole “maybe he was convicted of a lesser crime” thing. “-but it is not so big a problem, is it? It was a long time ago. A very, very long time ago. And really, what is one little, insignificant murder on my record? It only happened once.”

This male 😂😂

There was a plate laid out for me at the place I’d been sitting yesterday. Slowly, I inched up to it, staring down to find what looked like two pickled eggs and a slice of some sort of alien bacon. In the shape of a face. A smiling face.

I wheezed, squeezing my shaft tighter with my cock tail. I was now dangerously close to erupting all over my poor, nearly-hypothermic wife.

Our first truly sexual encounter and I’d practically neutered him.

I cannot deal with these lines 😂