An alien princess exiled to Earth.
An arrogant boy.
One week to get back to her planet or she'll die.
And, her only chance for survival? She must help the boy find his soul mate.
Piece of cake!
It was as though he’d struck a match. Zaren placed a hand under her arm and moved his lips, gently grazing his teeth against her skin. Slowly, he moved up her inner arm until he reached the crease at her elbow. Her body shuddered. As he moved, with each touch, like kindling, the fire in her body grew stronger with need. Venus wanted to sit up and touch him, but he had his other arm across her body, holding her in place, stroking her face, her hair. Finally she couldn’t take it anymore, thought she’d burst with pleasure.
He stopped, his eyes raking hers.
Venus sat up, grasping his shoulders and then moved her hands down his arms.
“Princess.” The word came out ragged with hunger, need.
Aliens. Aliens. Aliens are real. But, that was it. No panic. No fear. Zip! “Okay?”
“My division, we’re Alien Life Trackers, and little green men don’t exist. At least I’ve never seen them. What I have seen are creatures that look like you and me. Except they aren’t anything like us. We’ve been tracking one for many years. The thing can run fast—like lightning. It’s strong. We’ve shot it with different types of guns, tried to burn it, cut it, you name it. So far, we haven’t found a way to kill it, haven’t even put a scratch on the alien. Every kind of weapon we’ve used has been useless. It mocks us, knows nothing on our planet can harm it.”