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

by Ursa Dax

His ears were so adorable it was practically a crime. No one should be allowed to have a face that fine, a body that insane, all topped off with cute little cartoon mousey ears.

A cat. My wife was like a cat.

“He’s a biter.” “The shuldu?” Magnolia asked, sounding concerned and eyeing the beast’s muzzle. “The boy.”

“Can I,” he groaned against the top of my head, his fingers rubbing my ass needily, “touch your clitorosaurus?”

I literally burst out laughing here