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

by Ursa Dax

There was something distinctly hilarious about a guy as brooding and irritable as Garrek riding such an adorable mount with a pink heart on its ass.

The man gave me major stressed-out-dad-who-regrets-bringing-his-kids-camping energy.

I tried to ignore the fact that I was now rather pathetically envious of Killian, disappointed that Magnolia had not also referred to me as sweetened piss.

You can’t scare me when you’ve got a frown like the Old-Earth devil himself but the ears of a child’s plush toy.”

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

She was right. I did not give out compliments often. To anyone. And yet I had dozens, hundreds of them lined up and waiting for her.

“I failed him. I tried to protect him and I couldn’t. I’ve already taken his future from him. I cannot now take his bride.”

Oaken deserved a wife whose heart was free to love him. Mine wasn’t. Not anymore.

“You cannot take something that is freely given. She’s given her love to you. She’s made her choice.”

“Why, Garrek,” I murmured, happiness warming every inch of me, “Are you asking me to marry you?” “Asking. Pleading. I’ll beg you if I have to,” he groaned. “Get down on my knees and… Wait. I am already on my knees.”

And female erogenous zones. Like the clitohorses.” Clito-what-now?

“Why am I not surprised? You talk to fabric animals. Why would you not also talk to my genitals?”

Outgoing Tablet Communication Magnolia Jones: Hey! I like licorice! Incoming Tablet Communication Darcy Dubois: I am genuinely worried about you right now.