The Alien's Mail-Order Bride (Risdaverse, #0.5)

by Ruby Dixon

“You’re not ugly,” he says after a moment. “You’re just human. Doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with the way you look.”

Sorta sweet

And then I’m awarded with an easing of tension in her shoulders and a heartbreaking appearance of that dimple. It’s downright unfair that she’s going to belong to someone else.

That might be the first time I’ve heard her say my name. I like it, almost as much as I like the face tasting. “I’m sure. You’re mine and that’s that.”