Resisting the Alien Rider (Cowboy Colony Mail-Order Brides, #3)

by Ursa Dax

I have clitohorses, nip-holes, and teats now.

“I did not have it in me to call you sweet urine, human term of endearment or not.” He huffed out a breath. “I won’t do it. So don’t even ask.”

Maybe not a toasted marshmallow. More like a marshmallow somebody dropped in the fire. Burnt to a blackened crisp and more than a little dusty, but still ooey-gooey and sweet on the inside. There. Does that work?