Rescued by the Alien Bull Rider (Cowboy Colony Mail-Order Brides, #6)
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Her only reply was a bizarre snort of sound that had no right to be as disarmingly cute as it was.
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My cheeks sizzled at the thought of Zohro trying to roll me over and getting progressively more pissed off when I rolled right back.
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then I crouched by the side of the tub and took out all of my sexually frustrated energy on vigorously squeezing and scrubbing the bedding.
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“She would have made a marvellous warden,” Tenn said, his eyes going pathetically white for his woman,
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and had decided through a veil of furious tears that the Imperial Justice Committee of Zabria could eat my big, pregnant ass.
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If the child was Baby Girl, I supposed that meant the correct human term of affection for someone like Jolene would be Adult Female. It rather lacked poetry, in my not so humble opinion.
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WELCOME JAYA. I am spreading the gospel of our snakey saviour. The beloved cock tail.
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Dear God, this entire chat is like one big human resources nightmare.
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I loved his grumpy, I-will-fight-the-world method of doing his chores.
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“Vomit is the last bodily fluid I am worried about involuntarily ejecting right now.”
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“I hope you know how lucky you are to have the youngest-ever graduate of the Medical Academy of Zabria wiping your bottom right now,”
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Autumn’s favourite time to defecate was apparently immediately upon receiving a fresh, clean garment upon her bottom)
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“Jolene, that child of ours has magnificent lungs. Really, it should be studied. Maybe one day I will write a paper on it.
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“I beg you,” he said, beathing like he’d just run a kilometre to get here, “do not speak to it as if it can hear you.”
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It was one of my favourite things to do, kissing her in all sorts of places. Her fat little cheeks. Her perfect, tiny fingers. The little button of her navel.