Hating aliens is Julia’s family business.
Can Leko reach beyond a lifetime of resentment and teach her that love knows no boundaries?
Leko, a powerful lunar raider, is working undercover in an anti-alien militia when he encounters Julia. Instantly he knows she is his mate, but he came to Earth to uncover a Morax plot, not succumb to bonding fever.
Julia knows there is something special about Leko. She has never reacted to anyone the way she reacts to him. Still, she refuses to consider the reason. Circumstances soon throw them together and force her to face the truth. The “man” she is falling in love with is an alien, and her father is not what he seems.
Copyright © 2022 Cyndi Friberg
“What is this?” she whispered.
He chuckled, the sound even sexier than his smile. “I think it’s called attraction.”
She hadn’t realized she spoke out loud until he responded. Attraction? The inadequacy of the word made her want to laugh. She’d been attracted to men before, even eluded her brothers long enough to have a couple of lovers. What she was feeling at this moment was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Her entire body felt hot and achy and she desperately wanted to touch him and be touched by him. She needed to rub against him until the fire in her blood burned out or burst into an all-consuming flame.
He advanced slowly, gaze boring into hers. “This complicates everything,” he murmured as he buried his fingers in her hair. “You have no idea how much.”
She was too desire-drunk to puzzle through what he meant. All she knew was if he didn’t shut up and kiss her she was going to lose her mind.
His lips teased, brushing back and forth as Julia melted into him. Feeling boneless and needy, she wrapped her arms around him and pressed against his chest. He tilted his head and his mouth finally settled over hers. She sighed, open and ready to deepen the kiss. If he didn’t take the initiative soon, she would do so herself.
As if aware of her mental grumbling, he eased his tongue between her parted lips. The tips of their tongues barely touched before he retreated. She objected with a helpless moan and boldly deepened the kiss.
One of his hands lightly fisted the back of her hair as he took control. His other arm wrapped around her waist, pressing her tightly against his body. She arched responding to his aggression with equal fervor. Already she felt out of control and all they were doing was kissing.
He eased one of his legs between hers as their tongues slid and tangled. She arched against him, helplessly rocking her hips. She was mindless, utterly lost in her need to get closer. Tugging up his shirt, she explored his back and sides, wishing they were naked.
“We need to stop,” he cautioned, but went right back to kissing her.