She did as she was told, trembling with anticipation. He leaned over her from behind and shoved in, balls deep. Oh God, her body was on fire. She pushed back against him, helping him to go even deeper. His fangs scored her shoulder as he clamped down on her, holding her steady as he began to fuck her hard from behind. He was so thick, and those ridges…she could feel them in spots she didn’t know existed. He was like a real-life vibrator made exactly to her specifications. It was unreal. He grunted as he continued to thrust harder, deeper, sending her spiraling in a fog of pleasure and erotic eye candy.
He reached around and began fingering her clit. That was all it took. It sent her over the edge, and she came harder and longer than she ever had in her life. Her husband slammed into her one last time, his hips against her ass, and stilled, roaring as he came inside of her, spurting hot cum and telling her how much he loved her.
Two hours later they were both worn out from two more rounds of hot sex. First in the shower, where she initiated Joyzal into the wonderful world of blowjobs, and later, there was a slow and languid round on his bed, where they stared deeply into each other’s eyes as he slowly slid in and out of her. It was beautiful.
Now they were in his bunk, cuddling, and Jacole couldn’t remember a happier moment in her life. But there was something that was bothering her. One thing she needed to know.
“I’m confused about something,” she said, her fingers trailing across the silky yet hard skin on his wide chest.
“Hmm…”
“When we return to your home planet, you don’t have to retire from being a Bounty Hunter just because you’ve found your Bride, right?”
He shook his head. “No, I will continue to bid for missions.”
“You told me earlier that Rayzor is with his Bride on Zamarian Prime because he’d been forced into retirement.”
“This is true, but he and his Bride enjoy their retirement. He was ready to devote his time to his line and his farm, which is becoming a profitable business with the help of his new Bride.”
Jacole allowed a look of horror to pass across her face. “Sorry, but retirement from Bounty Hunting, or some armed service or law enforcement, and leaving to live on a quiet farm sounds like living hell to me. I’m only twenty-three. I had a big career ahead of me back home. I’d planned on being an FBI agent, working for Earth government and moving up the ranks and one day being in charge of the whole damn place.”
Joyzal chuckled. She knew he loved it when she talked bold like that. He got her.
He pulled her in close and wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. “You want to be a Bounty Hunter, too?”
She smiled and bit her lip. “Hell yes! We can work together.”
“This is acceptable.”
“It’s okay in Xylan culture if females work?”
“Of course. Females work outside of the compound on Chronos and elsewhere. It is common. Melachine will be happy to assist.”
“Thank you for that. For understanding.”
“Of course I understand. It is what I want, too. It will be easier to maintain my number one status on the Leaderboards if my Bride works with me.”
“Go big or go home,” she told him, and put her palm out. They high-fived over that statement.
He suddenly turned very serious. “You don’t wish that I were human, that we were living on Earth?”
“I love you just the way you are. You don’t secretly wish I was Xylan and not human?”
“Your beauty is breathtaking. Each time another warrior sees my claim on you he will burn with jealousy.”
“And you love that?”
“Hell yes.” He copied her favorite saying. “Earlier I received the transmission code to send THX309 to the Bounty Hunter Guild and my payment. To celebrate we should go on a honeymoon.”
“Xylans have honeymoons?”
“No, but humans do, and I think it’s a good custom. One we should adopt.”
“You looked up Earth customs?”
“Of course. I wanted to make my Bride happy. Also, I have a gift for you.”
“You do?” She clapped. Actually clapped, like a little kid. Jeez. She was a sucker for surprise gifts.
He stood up off the bunk and walked over and opened a drawer. He lifted a small object that fit in the palm of his hand. It looked like… Her fingers covered her mouth. “Oh, is that…?” It couldn’t be. He came back to the bunk and sat down beside her. Seven feet of naked, buffed-out badass alien warrior. Her stomach fluttered. This would never get old.
“You said to find eighties music,” he said.” I ordered the computer to research what that meant. It made this for you. It is a simulation of an Earth music device and it is loaded with this eighties music you requested.” He pointed at the earbuds. “These are so you can listen to it privately.”
Tears formed in her eyes.
He handed it to her. “I also added Xylan war chants.”
“Of course you did,” she giggled, and threw herself in his arms. “I love you.”
He held on to her tight. “You are my life, my love, my future. I will love you always, my Bride.”
Damn, she was lucky to have this man.
Epilogue
Thank God for Melachine.
This was Jacole’s favorite litany because really, she didn’t know what she would’ve done without the guidance of that lovely woman.
Melachine and the Xylan midwife had helped her give birth in a maternity ward so freaking high tech and clean it made hospitals in the U.S. look like hovels. The delivery had been painless because they had the best painkillers ever created. Joyzal had been right by her side, holding her hand, urging her to push. She’d sworn there had been tears in his eyes when he watched baby Joy make her way into the world.
But when she’d started packing to leave the maternity ward to go back home, she’d felt an overwhelming sense of fear and anxiety. How could the nurses let her leave? Didn’t they know she didn’t know a damn thing about taking care of a baby?
But Melachine had been there every step of the way. And Joyzal was right, Melachine had raised two sons and knew all the ropes. She showed the both of them how to change diapers, how to feed Joy, how to comfort her when she cried, how to arrange nap times. All the things. And with the three of them there in the home, dividing up caretaking for the baby, it wasn’t as hard as Jacole had thought it would be.
She often found herself sitting with her baby in her arms, feeding her and staring at her tiny little face, petting her little clawed hands and wondering how she’d ever gotten so damn lucky.
The house they lived in was great. There were two separate master bedrooms, on either side of the house so they all had their own space and Jacole never had to worry that she was screaming too loud while coming or that Joyzal was making too much noise banging the bed against the wall while fucking her. Although, since they had the baby and her bedroom was next door, they did have to quiet down so as not to wake her. In fact, she’d been right there in the room with them for the first two months of her life.
So for the first year and a half of her time on Zamarilla, Jacole stayed home. There had been so much to do and learn, and she’d wanted to spend every moment with her baby. But finally, after watching her husband go on a few missions without her, she was ready to fly the coop. Time to get back to business. Crimes were being committed and criminals needed to be caught and she had to be out there making sure it happened.
Before she’d given birth to baby Joy, Jacole immediately started training to pass the test for her Bounty Hunter license. After two months of intense training and three fails and a final fourth pass, Jacole got her license. It took longer than it had for Joyzal, who boasted he’d passed on his first try, with one of the fastest times ever recorded, second only to Rayzor’s time. Of course. But hey, she was human, female, smaller than the two of them, new to this whole thing, and she’d been freaking pregnant. She was damn proud she’d passed before her pregnancy had progres
sed to the point where it would’ve been moot until her little girl was born. It calmed her down, hanging out at home with Melachine and the baby while Joyzal left on missions, knowing that one day, she’d be out there with him, too.
Melachine was awesome. Because of Melachine, Jacole could work with zero guilt knowing her baby was receiving excellent care and she could vid call and see her at any time. Meanwhile, there were bad guys to apprehend and people to save. She couldn’t believe how much her life had changed. Last year she was living in an apartment in Detroit, packing to leave for Quantico to start a career in the FBI, thinking she’d be single (with the occasional hook-up) and career-minded for the rest of her life. And she’d been happy with that. Her future had been bright. Motherhood and family weren’t on her agenda. They weren’t things she was specifically avoiding, but not something she was seeking out either. The FBI was going to be her family. And look at her now. With a husband, a daughter, and an amazing mother-in-law who treated her like family. Her eyes teared up as she looked down at her baby. She’d found new family, here on the other side of the universe with the Xylans, and she couldn’t be happier.
“Here, let me have her. You two need to go,” Melachine said, a benevolent smile on her face.
They were all standing on the roof of their penthouse in a high-rise facing the beach on Zamarilla. The whole town reminded Jacole of pictures she’d seen of Rio de Janeiro. Green jungle, mountain peaks, and stunning ocean with a dense city of high-rises and buildings cupped in a small alcove of natural beauty on all sides. Behind them, on the landing pad, was Joyzal’s newest ship. He’d named it The Royal, a tongue-in-cheek reference to her royal pigment.
They’d only be gone for a week. Joyzal was doing his best to bid on shorter missions so they could spend more time together with their line.
Jacole kissed her baby girl and inhaled her sweet scent before handing her over. Melachine would take care of Joy as well as she would, if not better. Joyzal cupped Joy’s head with his claw. His eyes softened on his little girl, the start of his line. He kissed the tiny ridges on her forehead and stepped back.
Jacole warmly kissed her mother-in-law on the cheek. Kissed her baby one more time and turned and grabbed her husband’s hand. The two of them walked into the ship together.
She had tears in her eyes. She wanted this. She needed this. But leaving her baby was hard. She met Joyzal’s troubled gaze, and she saw that it was hard for him, too.
As soon as the door closed behind them, she spoke up. “Computer, play eighties music. Janet Jackson.”
The computer started blasting her favorite song, the music thumping throughout the ship.
Her husband shook his head and grinned at her. He took the controls and manually guided the ship off the landing pad. Jacole waved to Melachine through the expansive window on the bridge. Melachine waved back then picked up Joy’s tiny hand and moved the baby’s arm as if she were waving goodbye, too. Jacole laughed.
“Prepare for slip drive,” her husband yelled over the beat of the music.
She sat down, buckled in and tapped her fingers on the arm rest.
Joyzal glanced at her, checking to make sure she was all locked in. “I love you,” she mouthed. He smiled back, and she felt the familiar prickly feeling in her stomach as the slip drive was engaged. And they were off.
THE END
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Acknowledgments
Thank you to Melissa King, @dirtybookchick and @Kaetrin for beta reading Rayzor’s One with a fine tooth comb. Your suggestions and stamp of approval meant the world to me. You jump-started my confidence in this series, which was more precious to me than a Grande Praline Chestnut Latte (and that’s sayin’ a lot).
And to Eagle, my eagle-eyed editor (pun intended) who catches all of my mistakes, which are many, and takes my manuscripts from a mess of misplaced commas and run-on sentences and transforms them into something clean and presentable. Without your critique and friendship I am lost. *insert gif of soccer mom hugging a Bald Eagle*
Thank you Maria Rose at All About Romance for championing this series from day one. And a special thanks to Jolanda Love, Ene Alexandra, Alyssa Higley Fogg, Tracey Slater, Miranda Rodriguez and the readers, reviewers and bloggers who have taken the time to buy, read and/or review this newbie author. Every time someone clicks one of my books and reads it, I am flooded with gratitude. This will never get old.
Thank you Melissa Blue for your savvy suggestions - because of you I didn’t fall flat on my face! And to Lexxi Callahan, the blurb whisperer, I can hardly wait until we can fangirl over Kristen Ashley together in Denver!
And of course (how could I forget?) - Meljean Brook, the magician who makes my life complete. The artist who creates my amazing covers and teasers. You are my hero. Your friendship and support have sustained me. (For the love of Aquaman!) Girl, you rock!
Rayzor’s One
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Rayzor of Twelve, a lonely, banished Xylan warrior and the number one Bounty Hunter in the four sectors, is determined to follow his mission parameters. He must extract his target, the genocidal maniac THX238, from a primitive planet called earth with zero human casualties.
His plan unfolds with precision, until a human female gets in the way.
Rebecca doesn’t understand what the hell is happening. One moment she’s scared and alone in the spooky forest. Then a seven foot tall badass alien warrior is gazing at her with dark passion, his clawed hands touching her reverently. He’s kissing her, claiming her and saying, his voice hoarse with emotion—that she is his Bride.
His Bride? Wtf?
This stranger is swoon-worthy, but…She doesn’t know his name, or what species he is and he’s kidnapped her, thrown her on his goddamn space ship and now she’s speeding away from earth to parts unknown. And he expects her to fall into his arms?
Oh hell, no.
Continue reading for an excerpt…
Excerpt
Rebecca blinked. “What?” It was hard to hear over the thumping music. She must’ve heard wrong, because there was no way—
“You heard me. If you’re not gonna give me some head, you can get the hell outta my car and walk home, bitch.”
She stared at him, pissed off like no one had been pissed off in the history of pissed off.
He’d actually said that to her. He’d fucking said it. And in front of his two friends in the backseat, who were grinning ear to ear, snort-laughing and loving every minute of her discomfort. She clenched her fists. How dare he? Who died and made him king? “Fuck you and the horse you rode in on. I wouldn’t touch your dick now if it was gold-plated and the last dick on Earth.”
Yes, Rebecca knew she had a bit of a potty mouth, and a temper, but usually she kept that all bottled inside. But holy crap, this guy had turned into such a piece of shit. She couldn’t hold back.
Eric’s handsome features twisted into a mask of rage. The funny jock she’d agreed to go on a date with that night had been replaced with this selfish, misogynistic freak show in the driver’s seat, whose priority in life seemed to be getting a blowjob. And if that didn’t happen, look out. He turned from Dr. Jekyll into Mr. Hyde.
Eric gave her the evil eye and jerked the steering wheel over. The car skidded to a halt at the side of the road. He slammed the gear into park, turned and pointed. “Get your ass out of my car.”
The couple in the backseat cackled at her predicament.
A headache pricked at her temples. God, if only she’d been bold enough to ask someone at the party for a landline to call for a taxi, none of this would be happening. She’d be at home, in her pajamas, watching reruns of Buffy. Not here, stuck with these assholes.
“But…” She glanced through the car window at the dense forest and pitch-black nightscape that surrounded them. She was thrilled at the idea of getting away from these jerks. Except… “Go where
?” she asked.
“I don’t give a fuck. You’re walking home. Now get out.”
So, she got out of the car. What else could she do?
The chill in the mountain air nipped at her arms and legs. Her cute silver sandals crunched on the asphalt. She slammed the car door shut behind her, trying to think of a really biting parting shot to yell through the open window, the perfect remark to cut him with, but Eric barely waited for the door to connect before punching the gas on his sleek new sports car. He pealed out of sight without a backward glance. The car lights blinked and disappeared around the bend in the road. Silence descended, and Rebecca’s stomach sank like Titanic in the cold North Sea.
She stood there slack-jawed for a moment. Her heart pounded in her chest like she’d just run the mile. It took a good five minutes for the enormity of it all to sink in.
What the hell? Did that really happen? Had she really been dumped like trash, alone, past midnight, in the middle of nowhere?
And holy shit, she’d left her purse on the floorboard of Eric’s car.
She inhaled the crisp pine scent, trying to calm her nerves and not panic. Calm, calm, calm. Rebecca looked all around—at the road stretching ahead, the big fucking trees, the stars in the endless sky, and took another deep breath. Well, at least there was a full moon, so there was a bit of light. She glanced down, yanked her cell phone out of her pocket and tapped on the screen…and of course there was no 4G out here. Because, of course.
Motherfucker.
Her nose started to sting.
Rebecca bit the inside of her cheek and examined the curve of the road and the dark trees on either side. Well, she could crash through the forest, which would be stupid, or instead she could walk along the side of the road. A car might drive by that maybe she could flag down, or at the very least she might find a tiny town, a house, or a minimart. She’d seen those occasionally on the way up but had no clue how far away they were.
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