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

by Ursa Dax

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.

I paused, rubbing my free hand against the bridge of my nose and sighing. Cucumboner. I can’t with this man.

I opened my mouth and sucked in a big breath. Unfortunately, I also inhaled an insect.

“She told me that I could have her shit in a bottle.” “Ship in a bottle, Killian,” I groaned. “Oh.” He looked slightly less enthusiastic now, but rallied admirably.