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

by Honey Phillips

He had been an engineer, but the Alliance had turned him into a soldier in six weeks, six weeks compressed into one long blur of grief and exhaustion.

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

“I’m bringing your plate down.” “I told you not to cook for me.” “And I told you that it was just as easy to cook for two as it was for one. I’m bringing this down whether you like it or not, so do whatever you need to do.”

But although your appearance was a… delightful surprise, you could have been an enemy instead.” “Delightful?” she whispered, turning her hand over so that her fingers could clasp his. “Yes,” he said firmly. “Not easy, perhaps, but delightful nonetheless.”

“Did you abduct her too?” His face hardened. “I did not, just as Frantor did not take you.” “Great. Some alien Santa decided to go around gifting women to all of you.”

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