Day #3: 12 Days of Free Alien Romance 🎄
Dec 16, 2022 1:51 pm
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The 12 Days of Free Alien Romance Giveaway is here!
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- At least one totally free book from a fabulous sci-fi romance author
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- The latest episode of my holiday alien romance, All I Want for Christmas is Everything about an alien biker and his human crush
To celebrate DAY 3 of our giveaway, I'm thrilled to share a free book you'll recognize...because it's the first book in my Warrior Kings of Alioth series, Stolen by Starlight!
He wants to claim me. Crown me. Keep me.
The alien warrior who stole me from the auction block is no simple thief.
He’s a king. And he swears that I’m his fated mate. He wants me beside him on the throne — and underneath him in his bed.
But all I want is to find my little sister. She’s still out there somewhere, at the mercy of our abductors.
So the king and I strike a bargain. If he rescues her, I’ll be his queen.
And if he doesn’t keep his end of the deal? I’ll sacrifice anything to keep her safe. Even the king who’s stolen my heart.
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And now for the story...
🎄 All I Want for Christmas is Everything🎄
Content warnings: Catching a cheater, respectful stalking, alien NSFW scenes
Missed an episode? The entire story will be available to download as an ebook in my Facebook Reader Group on December 25.
EPISODE #
3
When Ivy and Tairon reached the cabin, a tiny A-frame tucked among the pines, a few inches of snow blanketed its pointed roof and flocked the tree branches. Tairon dismounted to help carry the bags to the porch and waited, arms laden, for her to enter the rental code in the electronic lock.
“Let me give you my number, and I’ll make sure you have a lift back to town,” he said, once it clicked open. He followed her inside, setting the bags down on the wide, planked floor by the fireplace. She got out her phone, and he rattled off his digits. “You’ll be okay here alone?”
She gave a jerky nod as she input his contact information, then shrugged off the leather jacket and handed it back to him, instantly missing its sweet-smelling cocoon of warmth. She shivered despite her thick sweater. “You’ll be okay to ride back in this weather?”
He glanced out the large front window at the charcoal-gray sky and the thickening swirl of fat flakes. “Yeah. Roads are still clear.”
“Stay anyway,” she said impulsively, blushing as red as his scales. When he didn’t immediately respond, she fumbled for an explanation. “I don’t mean…it has two bedrooms...in case it snows more…oh, you probably have Christmas plans already, never mind. Forget I said anything.”
He shook his head. “I don’t.”
“Don’t what?” she asked, feeling silly for suggesting it. He was practically a stranger. He might have a girlfriend, for all she knew. “Want to stay?”
“Have plans.” For a brief moment, his gaze dipped down to her mouth, and his expression held such pure hunger, it made her breath catch and her nipples tighten. He wrenched his eyes back to meet hers and cleared his throat. “For the holiday. I’m free.”
He was attracted to her. Ivy bit her lip to avoid appearing overeager, but she couldn’t think of a better way to move on with her life than a weekend fling with a hot guy who she actually trusted and liked. One who wanted her. “Then stay. We’ll have fun. There’s a hot tub.”
“I don’t have a swimsuit.”
She grinned at him. “Neither do I. Let’s try it out.” Feeling bold, she tugged off her bulky sweater and tossed it on top of her bags.
“Gods,” he swore, his voice thick and smoky. This time he let his appreciative gaze wander all over her, taking in the red tank top she’d worn as an undershirt, her lacy white bra peeking out at the neckline, her favorite faded jeans that molded perfectly to her butt and thighs. His fingers twitched, curling by his sides, as he stared. “I don’t want to scare you off, but I’ve dreamed about a moment like this for a long time. Since the first time I met you, if I’m being honest.”
“How’s it measuring up?” she asked, fingers teasing under the hem of her tank top, gauging the tension in his posture before she pulled it up over her head.
“Worth the wait,” he breathed, looking at her newly exposed, pale, soft belly like she was a perfect pie he’d just pulled out of the oven. “Don’t move. I’m going to find towels.”
She disobeyed, shucking her jeans while he rummaged in the bathroom’s linen closet, enjoying his disbelief when he returned with two fluffy towels clamped under his arm and saw her in her skivvies. She looped her thumbs under the straps of her bra, stretching them, enjoying his intake of breath before she pulled them down over her shoulders to free her breasts.
She was being audacious, stripping down in the middle of this unfamiliar kitchen in front of this man who was barely an acquaintance, but she felt audacious. Like she deserved the frank wonder in Tairon’s face as he drank in the sight of her small, freckled chest and puckered, rosy-brown nipples. He devoured her with his eyes, following the line of her figure as it flared out to wide hips and juicy thighs, lingering on her matching panties, a mere scrap of white lace that revealed more than it covered.
He growled, something like pain crossing his expression as he reached down to adjust himself. She gasped when she saw the thickness trapped in his pants, dizzy need overwhelming her last shred of inhibition. She closed the distance between them, slid her palm down his flat stomach to squeeze his erection through the leather. It was…ridged. And not at all a familiar shape. It pulsed against her palm, and she could have sworn her pussy pulsed in time with it.
Smug, she teased, “Oops, did I do that?”
He nodded solemnly and, with his free hand, tugged gently on the end of one of her braids, leaning down to rasp in her ear. “I’ve been hard since the moment you parked that sweet ass behind me on my bike. Tell me I can touch you, Ivy.”
“You can touch me,” she echoed right away, adding, “Please?”
Faster than she could process what was happening, he’d dipped his shoulder, hoisted her over it, and, laughing at her squeals, carried her out the cabin’s back door to the hot tub on the deck. The cabin’s owner had turned it on in advance of their arrival, and steam rose from the water’s surface to meet the snowflakes that were still tumbling down. Ivy hardly had time to register their cold kisses brushing her shoulders before Tairon had deposited her into the deliciously warm water.
He shrugged apologetically, though there was no remorse in his devilish expression. “I had to, or we weren’t going to make it out of the cabin.”
TO BE CONTINUED IN THE NEXT EPISODE...TOMORROW!
Lots of love,
