Ice Planet Barbarians (Ice Planet Barbarians, #1)

by Ruby Dixon

To think I haven’t dressed properly for alien abduction.

if I have my choice between the old cargo bay, alone in the snow, or snuggled next to the pussy-loving alien, I’m going to go with option number three.

Great, now I’ve got Stockholm syndrome.

I feel like there’s an alien bingo card somewhere that just got checked off. Horns? Check. Tail? Check. Crazy-ass cock? Check, check, check.

Crap. I cannot be falling for a big blue alien. No matter how good he is in bed.

I trace my fingers down her soft cheek. Does she not realize? Anywhere she goes, I will gladly follow. She is my heart, my resonance, my soul. My mate. It grieves me she is so miserable here, with me.

“Waiiiiiiit. Vektal, be straight with me.” “Straight,” I repeat, confused by her use of the word. “You wish me to form a line?” “No! Tell me the truth!”