Alien Explosions

by Sadie Carter

  For the first time in a long time he looked forward to going home. It was rare for him to stay late at work now, unless there was an emergency. His house was a home. It was filled with her. Her warmth. Her laughter. Her temper.

  He could not believe the changes in his life. He was practically happy. He hadn’t even realized he was capable of happiness.

  But his happiness was her.

  She turned, spotting him and he saw the way she lit up. She said something else to the other males then turned and moved walked briskly towards him. They watched her walk. He scowled at them, meeting each of their gazes and they looked away. Just because he trusted Saffron, did not mean he trusted these other males.

  “Hello,” she said with a warm smile.

  “Hello, my mate. I thought I would come check on your progress. I can see you are busy.”

  “Never too busy for you.”

  He took in her flushed face, the happy smile on her face, the glow. He reached out and cupped her face. “Tonight, I am going to bathe you then I’m going to tie you to the bed and lick you until you come, over and over again. Then when I am finished wringing pleasure from you, I am going to take you again and again until I am spent.”

  She shivered. “Damn it, Moroco. Do you have to say stuff like that? How am I supposed to get through the day with that playing in my mind?”

  “Anticipation is half the fun.” Although it was also painful. He resisted the urge to adjust himself. “I will see you later, my mate.”

  She watched him as he walked away, checking out his mighty fine ass. Living with a male like Moroco had its ups and downs. Both of them were strong-willed and they butted heads…a lot. However, all those arguments meant plenty of make-up sex. Which was something she’d never had the pleasure of before, but oh, baby, it was so good.

  She glanced around her. The truth was, she loved it here. The men were crazy, overprotective, and arrogant and the women who loved them were kick-ass and loyal.

  This was her home now.

  And she couldn’t be happier.

  Thanks so much for reading Alien Explosions! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I loved writing it. Moroco and Saffron were definitely fun characters to write. If you have the chance, I’d love it if you left a review, they really help Indie authors. And of course, I love hearing from you guys any time you want to get in touch.

  Love Sadie xo

  A Christmas Most Alien

  Currently available in the Wicked Winter Tails box set on sale for just 99 cents!

  Blurb:

  This isn’t your typical Christmas tale.

  Not if you consider our hero crash-landing his spaceship, being taken captive by a warrior woman and dragged back to her lair a typical Christmas story.

  Will he learn that wealth, power, and revenge aren’t as important as love?

  No, screw that.

  He’ll take the wealth, power, revenge, and the love too.

  Excerpt:

  He had a blinding headache.

  And it wasn’t being helped by the way he was being jostled around. What was going on?

  “Computer, keep the damn ship still, will you?” he grumbled. Had he gone off on another bender like he had the first night after leaving Zerconia? And Sophie.

  Crap. He needed to get her out of his mind. She was never going to be his.

  “And get me a pain inhibitor. The really powerful stuff.”

  The computer didn’t answer. And it finally registered that rather than lying in his bed, he was face down over something warm and hard.

  Rich opened his eyes, alarmed to see the ground moving beneath him. What the hell? Where was he? Was he lying face down over a horse? He turned his head to the right, trying to see what was going on. Fuck. This thing was like no horse he’d ever seen. Not unless this one had a major birth defect and had been born with two heads.

  He closed his eyes. Maybe it was his vision playing tricks on him. No way did that horse have two heads and a purple mane. Nope, as soon as he opened his eyes it was going to go back to a normal horse.

  He opened his eyes. Oh, damn it.

  He turned his head the other way and saw a long leg. A long, lean leg. His kidnapper?

  Okay, think brain. What was the last thing he remembered? Bobble-head Santa. Stress ball. Losing power. Calling Logan. Crashing…he’d crash-landed on Tiran. Obviously, he’d blacked out, and probably had a concussion if the pounding in his head was anything to go by. And then what? How had he ended up here?

  And how was he going to get out of this? First things first, he needed to get off this two-headed freaky horse and away from whoever had kidnapped him from his ship. He tensed, getting ready to jump, when the horse came to a sudden stop.

  Someone called out something. A female voice, and suddenly, he was lifted off the horse. Picked up like he was a damn child and dumped not too carefully on the ground.

  Above him, someone snapped out what sounded like a sharp command in a language he’d never heard before. He squinted, the rays of the sun like sharp needles piercing his eyeballs as he glanced up and up and up.

  A female sat on the strange beast, straight as an arrow, her long golden hair set into thick dreads that fell well past her butt. She climbed down off the horse and stood over him. Rich’s mouth went dry. She was magnificent. Eyes as blue as a summer’s day studied him carefully. Tall and muscular, she still had curves in all the right places and boy, were those curves on display. A tight body suit in a deep emerald green was molded to her body, leaving little to the imagination. Her arms and legs were bare, displaying how well-toned she was. Over her chest and torso was an armoured plate. She reminded him of this vid he’d watched of an Amazon female warrior. Fierce. Strong. Beautiful.

  A total fucking turn-on.

  Alien Commander

  Blurb:

  She’s not searching for a mate, just a place to feel safe…

  Sophie came to Zerconia under false pretences. She doesn’t want a mate. She has crap judgement in men. And really, what does she need a man for?

  Mind-blowing orgasms? She’ll buy a vibrator.

  Someone to take care of any creepy-crawlies? She’ll get a really good buy spray.

  The feeling of protection and safety that comes from being held in a man’s strong arms? Okay, that might be a bit harder to find, but Sophie has never known that sort of protection before anyway. Her father abandoned her as a child, and her last boyfriend was an asshole who used her for sex.

  Nope, she doesn’t need a man.

  Even sexy, gorgeous, oh-so-serious Toriq with his huge muscles and his careful, quiet nature.

  Toriq lives in the shadow of his father’s memory. He keeps a distance from most people, especially tiny human females, knowing they must fear his size. But staying away from Sophie is more difficult than he anticipated. Particularly when she finds herself in trouble.

  Protecting the tiny blonde female suddenly becomes his top priority. Even if that means protecting her from himself.

  Excerpt:

  Funny, she’d never been attracted to the muscle-bound type before. But there was something about Toriq that drew her attention every time he was near. It was unnerving. And exciting.

  “Oh, it’s okay. I don’t need any help. I can clean this up myself.” She rolled to her hands and knees and attempted to pick up bits of shell. Gross. And now she had to clean up herself as well. Her ass was soggy, and she could feel the material clinging to her butt cheeks.

  Ick.

  And Toriq wasn’t moving. He stood behind her, with a prime view of her wet ass and saggy clothes. She tightened her shoulders, preparing for his reprimand or disgust.

  “Why are you cleaning that up?”

  The genuine puzzlement in his voice made her turn. She shielded her eyes from the sun as she peered up at him. “Because I made the mess.”

  He shook his head. “You do not need to be on your knees cleaning.”

  “I don’t?”

  “No, you will ri
se.”

  “I will?” she asked, feeling slightly annoyed. But she could also see the funny side. Was she really going to argue that she wanted to clean up this disgusting mess?

  But then, it wasn’t fair someone else should do it.

  “You will. Rise now.”

  She half-expected him to reach for her and pull her up. But he remained still, keeping his distance.

  “Does everyone do what you say?” she asked.

  “Yes.”

  She snorted out a laugh. “Guess I walked into that one.”