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

by Ursa Dax

I knew with a stunning, visceral certainty that even if I leaped right now, flailingly and without warning, even if I absolutely hurled myself off the back of this ginormous alien creature head-first, I wouldn’t get hurt. I wouldn’t even hit the ground.

I’ll cry forever

“it should be the other way around. I’m the adult. I should be making sure he’s alright.” Killian and I stared at her in silence. Then, our glances went to each other at the very same moment. We shared a look between us. A look that said, “Let her think that, but watch her anyway.”

These boys 😩

I could not remember the last time I’d felt so catastrophically alive.

I wondered what it would be like to grow up with someone like Magnolia loving you. Was even one of those five siblings aware? Of how fantastically fortunate they were?

My arms and tail were still around her. Why, why were they still around her? Why could I not let her go?

She laughed, loudly and freely, and the sound was a pour of glorious heat over my skin. I wanted to catch the sound in my hands, hold it tight, keep it somewhere safe.

“He’ll fall,” Garrek repeated with disappointed impatience, as if he couldn’t even believe that I was pressing him on this, “but it won’t matter.” “How can that not matter?” “Because,” he said slowly, his whitened gaze boring into mine, “I’ll be there to catch him.”

MY GOD

I knew that this was all I would get. A handful of these perfect little moments in the dark with her. A tantalizing glimpse into what could have been my life, and Killian’s life, if we could only keep her.

I figured that this could be my chance.” “Your chance to start again?” “My chance to find love.” “Love. Here.” Garrek raised a sardonic brow. “Among the convicted murderers of the Zabrian Empire.”

THIS SENT ME TO ANOTHER PLANETTY

“I did not know someone like Magnolia could even exist out there! Had I been tasked with bringing Darcy to Oaken, or Cherry, I would not be falling apart right now. I’d be able to deliver her safely and move on with my life. But now, I just look around and think, what life? What’s left after she goes? I can’t even ask to be granted my own bride now, because it won’t be her and no one else will ever be enough.

“Give me your thumb.” “I can do it myself.” A muscle in his jaw ticked. “I did not ask if you could do it yourself. In fact, I did not ask you anything at all. I told you to give me your thumb.”