Married to the Alien Mountain Man (Cowboy Colony Mail-Order Brides, #5)

by Ursa Dax

“They’re coming!” he shrieked, his body a teal streak as he ran, his white hair flapping behind him. Before he could get too far, though, my cousin Garrek’s dark blue tail shot out like a lasso and looped around the young convict-ward’s belly.

“Drop the rock,” Garrek commanded as Killian squirmed in his hold. “I don’t have a rock,” Killian shot back. “I can see the blasted thing! It’s nearly as big as your head!” Garrek retorted as Killian attempted to stuff an impressively large rock down his trousers in an apparent attempt to hide it.

I still very much hoped, more than I’d ever hoped for anything, that I might get a bride of my own one day. I could wait as long as it took. As long as she wanted me.

Did I say there was something wrong with him? I take it back. This is the best alien murderer with a possible concussion that I’ve ever met. I love you, you weird, mouse-eared, dark-haired, jolly green stranger!

I would happily suffer through a myriad of blunders, commit a thousand and one humiliating mistakes, if I could make her laugh this way.

I was ninety-nine percent sure the guy was a weirdo. I was one hundred percent sure that he was also a total sweetheart.

What the hell was Oaken talking about booty-cakes for when the man was stacked with his own damn bakery back there?

I was very glad I could play some small part in keeping that ship in her life. Even if that very ship would be the thing to carry her away from me one day.

Holy fucking Terra. Did I have a crush on my husband? My alien mountain man cowboy convict husband? My fake husband?!

My chest puffed. Jaya considered me her friend. Somehow, this seemed even more significant than being her husband. Because marriage was something I’d simply offered her. Her friendship was something I’d earned.

I’d told him flirting was a fun way to let someone know that you’re attracted to them. I’d told him to practise on me. And then he’d levelled me with a burning look and said, “I think you are beautiful. And I would very much like to perform cunni-linguine on you.”

not only was I not putting more space between us to let his loins deactivate… I was sliding my hand lower. But… What the hell was I supposed to do?! The man’s loins were activated! I couldn’t leave him hanging with activated loins! That would just be cruel!

Sneaky Tasha. Making sure the cowboys were more educated on eating pussy than they were on getting their dicks sucked. What a most excellent human-Zabrian liaison. Truly, an ally to all womankind.

“I want to tell you anything you want to know. I want to give you everything I have to give. All of me. Even the bad bits.”