Alien Reject (Fated Mates of the Sea Sand Warlords, #4)

by Ursa Dax

I can’t pee with you standing so close.” “Why not? Does your human anatomy in that area stop working in the presence of an attractive, virile, mate-worthy male?” “Wow, real modest.”

They were huge beasts, with tusks that could rend a man from skull to spleen.

These guys cannonically have spleens

I have not even claimed her as my mate, yet, and already she makes me a stronger warrior.

Maybe you should be thinking a little harder about the fact that taking a bath in some milk literally imparted an entire foreign language in your brain...

“When Hell freezes over. Or Zaphrinax, because apparently they’re the same freaking place.” I jumped up and hurried away. Maybe that was a little dramatic.

Way, way, way out to lunch. On a whole other planet.

Galok looked at me blankly for a moment, then collapsed to the ground. “Oh, send for the healers! Please! The mighty Kat has felled me with one of her tiny, beautiful fists.” “Get up, loser,” I said, but I couldn’t help but laugh at his antics.