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.”

And I wish again that she was stronger, because then I could make her mine.

Someone who’ll love her the way she deserves to be loved. Not Sanjurel, because he loved his wife, and Nicola deserves to be first in someone’s heart. Plus, I want to break Sanjurel’s fingers at the thought of him touching her.

“You look beautiful,” I say gruffly. 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.

Should have known the first time I saw her that I’d be keeping her. Don’t matter that she’s not strong and fit.

She makes a sound of pure delight and snuggles up against me like I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to her.

“Should probably save all the face-tasting until we get back to the farm.”

“I won’t do it again if it bothers you.” “Didn’t say that,” I tell her, and I can feel my skin growing hot with embarrassment. Kinda liked it, actually.

You’re mine and that’s that.” “That’s that,” she echoes, a happy sigh in her voice. “I didn’t think you liked me.” “Like you too much,”

My wife. The thought fills me with pride and a sense of rightness. This is how it should be. We belong together. She’s mine.

“The thought of you carrying my child fills me with joy.”

“They’re just bigger than most mesakkah women. I need additional support.” Her cheeks flush. “So I don’t bounce all over the place.” “I…would not mind seeing bouncing,”

I need a partner for my heart. A companion. A lover. And Nicola’s all I could ever want and more.