Wanted by the Alien Warden (Cowboy Colony Mail-Order Brides, #4)

by Ursa Dax

“Yes,” Fallon breathed, his eyes now very, very bright white. “Without you and your most illuminating guide, I would not know about the wonders of the clitorosaurus.”

“Oh! And, um, speaking of murder,” Magnolia said with an awkward little laugh. “Have you guys told her yet?” “‘Speaking of murder?’” I repeated in disbelief. “What sort of segue is that?!”

“I would just like to interject,” said a slightly frantic-sounding Oaken, “that I have never actually murdered anyone! And I would very much still like a bride if there is one yet willing and available!”

She’s mostly going to be making sure that none of us humans have married legitimately homicidal maniacs. That we’re healthy and safe and getting our three square meals a day. That sort of thing.” I did not know that human females ate meals shaped into squares. This was good, if odd, information.

“A cock tail. And is this separate from the dicktacle?” “NOT THE DICKTACLE!” Darcy screeched, kicking Cherry and then nearly falling off the bed. “I TOLD YOU TO NEVER CALL IT THAT AGAIN!” “Oh my God,” Cherry choked out. “I feel drunk.” “I feel confused,” I said. “I don’t blame you,” Cherry replied after a few steadying breaths. “It’s very confusing. Very mysterious, the Zabrian cock tail. That wonderful worm of-” “DON’T CALL IT A WORM!” “OK. Fine. How about a snake? Since that’s what you first thought it was. A sweet, slithery little pet snakey snake that-”

Now stop arguing with me and tell me what sort of jamdanglies you’d like.”