Hello, Happy St. Patrick Day!
The Chronicles of Arcon book one:
Alien Heart, the first of a whole new SF series.
Blurb: Divorcee and single mom, hardworking Audrey Westberry is the host of a cable TV show called Miz Fixit.
Romance was the last thing on Audrey’s mind when two handsome extraterrestrials join the audience of her show.
Soon Audrey finds out a single word “mated” has different meaning when you are born a galaxy away. After a wonderful night of passion, Audrey finds herself far from home, impregnated and her life turned upside down.
Will she ever be able to leave the alien compound, see her son again, or get home in time to film the fall season of her Miz Fixit show?
But what’s a girl to do with two aliens that smell like candy, and their kisses taste like it, too?
The shower turned off, then the glass door made that thunk when it slides back. In a moment the bathroom door opened, someone tall with purple nipples and lavender dappling over his chiseled abs stood drying his hair. One of her Christmas towels was tied low on his hips.
Ooh, Merry Christmas to me. My present came early this year. Audrey wanted to yank the towel off to see if her memory of the night before proved to be correct.
“Audrey, you’re awake?” A second towel draped across his shoulders and his long green-tipped hair tumbled across one eye, giving him a roguish appearance—for an alien.
“You seem surprised?” She cocked her head to the side. “So that’s what you look like with your hair down.” She grinned. “Hey there, sexy.”
“How are you feeling this morning?”
“A little sore,” she admitted. “I must have slept hard.” Audrey stretched her arms over her head. “After what we did last night, I sure needed it.”
“How sore?” His forehead wrinkled up.
“Not too bad.” She winked. “Hey, I’ll survive. So did you leave me some hot water?”
“Yes, there should be enough for you too.”
When she set her feet on the floor, she flinched.
“Are you sure you’re all right?” He helped her to stand. The look of concern entered his red-eyed gaze, which she found so endearing.
Smitten, me? No way.
“I’ll be fine after a shower.”
Keefe tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “What would you like for breakfast?”
“An omelet made from sautéed veggies fresh from my garden, with cheese and a dollop of sour cream on top. But I’ll make it. Would you like one too?”
“No, I can manage breakfast for both of us.” He leaned over to kiss her.
“Hmm.” Audrey melted against him, enjoying the kiss. But then pulled back, reaching up to his forehead. “How’s the bruise?”
“Fine.” He bent so she could see.
“Just a smidgen of yellow, you’re healing fast. It’s only been a day. It would take a human a week to heal a bruise.” Then Audrey headed into the bathroom, she wore a night gown she didn’t remember putting on. Taking it off, she shivered. The curtains fluttered in the light breeze from the opened window. Funny, this time of the year it isn’t this cool in the morning. The bathroom was filled with the scent of pine, the kind you can’t get from a bottle. A new Arcon sanitizer? I’ll have to ask for a bottle of it.
She switched on the water, adjusted the temperature and got in, then washed all the sore areas first. With her forehead pressed against the shower wall, she got a flash of him on top, kissing her and asking some questions.
The words seemed important but hard as she tried the memory eluded her.
Her eyes sprang opened. Oh God, I just kept saying, “Yes.” Just as long as he kept doing what he was doing, I’d agree to anything.
Geez, how hard-up was I? Mental note: don’t do that again.