Frantor (Seven Brides for Seven Alien Brothers, #6)

by Honey Phillips

He woke with sweat covering his body and a tear slipping down his scarred cheek, surrounded by the familiar environs of the converted mill he had turned into his residence.

Stab me in the heart

But then he thought of a child frightened by his very presence, and his joy had turned to despair. Would he even be able to remain on the ranch with a child? And if Benjar and Endark also returned with brides, he would be even more limited in where he could go.

Poor guy. He's not thinking straight.

Florie woke up surrounded by music. A stringed instrument played a mournful tune as a man sang. He had a deep, beautiful voice that filled the air and seemed to reach inside her, making her chest ache and her eyes sting with unshed tears. She didn’t recognize the words,

“Since they didn’t seem to think that kidnapping was harmful, that doesn’t reassure me quite as much as it should.”

Lol. Right?

“Perhaps this divorce is a good thing. A foolish male like that does not deserve a female such as you.”

“You are a very stubborn woman, aren’t you, Florie?” “Yes, I am. I’ve found that it’s the only way to get what I want.”

“It’s not pity. I think you’re the bravest, kindest, smartest, sexiest person I’ve ever met.”

am now acquainted enough with human females to understand that that word does not actually signify agreement.”

“You are safe with me, but that doesn’t mean that I’m not going to react. I might be angry or sad or upset. But those feelings are for you, not because of you. I love you, and that’s not going to change.”