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

by Ursa Dax

tried to swallow, and that was a bust. So I just stayed still, breathing slowly, trying to figure out how I’d been hit by a train when there weren’t any trains around here. Maybe I’d gotten hit by a bracku. Or a rockslide. Or an especially effective Garrek glare.

“I learned,” he huffed on a hoarse breath, “about mating positions. And female erogenous zones. Like the clitohorses.”