Wed to the Alien Brute (Accidental Alien Brides, #3)

by January Bell

“Shoot for the moon, and even if you miss, you’ll still land on top of the alien cock,”

“Live for the nights you’ll always remember with the alien dicking down you’ll never forget.”

“Yesterday is history,” I proclaim, a finger in the air, “tomorrow is a mystery, and today is when you put on lingerie and impale yourself on a massive alien cock.”

“Keep calm and fuck an alien.

If life gives you an alien, have sex with him.

Live every day like it’s your last chance to hop on board ...

want a mate. I want someone to come home to at night and hold in the smallest, darkest hours, when memories crowd so tight and claustrophobic that I wake with my heart in my throat. I want someone to wake up to, to watch sleep in the morning sunlight, someone I can treasure and care for. Someone who cares about the male I am, not just what I have done in the past… or what I look like.

there’s only one bed.

“Your Earth cats do not have great maws of death needles?” “Ah, no, they do, but they don’t have quite so many.” “You keep creatures with deadly mouths as pets?” “You make it sound so weird,” she says.

It seems instead,” he pauses, searching for the words. “It seems full of hope, of promise. That life, because of all the darkness, flourishes. The darkness, instead of leeching away life, is the reason for it.”