Experience the much-awaited finale of the Most Wanted Alien Brides series, featuring an unlikely love between a human and an alien! Blast off with Erzo and Polly as they attempt to save a clan and strengthen their own bond of trust, longing, and loyalty. A thrilling story filled with family obligations, alien secrets, and passionate connections.
None of this was going how Polly expected.
She wanted to stop her cousin from being such a cheating, lying jerk, so she did what any woman would do. She brought the women he was hurting together to confront him and end his cheating ways.
And it probably would have worked, if they hadn’t fallen through a portal to another galaxy where these big aliens claim them as their mates.
Now, Polly’s mated to this green alien with a tail.
A big tail.
And while he seems charming, there’s something he’s hiding, she’s sure of it. Just like she’s sure they’re being watched.
Erzo thinks he’s found a way out of his problems with this mate from another galaxy. She’s appealing and sweet. A bit paranoid, but he assumed that was from being whisked away from her galaxy and all.
Then they’re kidnapped. By his family. To force Erzo to fulfill a duty he cannot hide from anymore.
It’s going to take both of them, working together, to get out of this.
If they’re lucky.
If not? Well, the Charro are not very forgiving.
Series Order
Volume 1
Volume 2
Volume 3
Excerpt
Erzo strode into Fwan’s office, his footsteps echoing in the confined space aboard The Stonebroke, one of the Mining Guild’s colossal vessels. This behemoth of metal and technology ship was home to a legion of miners and support crews, drifting through the cosmos from one asteroid belt to another, harvesting the riches of the universe.
The Stonebroke had been anchored at this particular belt for years, an abundant source of mineral wealth scattered across the vastness of space. Amidst the fragments of ancient celestial bodies, they extracted ores that would fuel industries and economies across the galaxy.
Entering Fwan’s office, a tight, cluttered space within the ship’s sprawling interior, Erzo found him buried in paperwork. The office, a stark contrast to the vast space visible through its small window, was almost claustrophobic, barely containing Fwan’s formidable presence. To Erzo, this setting was a mere backdrop to his urgent mission.
“What do you want, Erzo?” Fwan’s voice was as gruff as the rumble of the ship’s engines.
Erzo, unshaken by Fwan’s brusque manner, plunged into his request. “I hear you’re the man to see for... personal matters.”
Fwan’s eyebrow arched—a rare movement on his otherwise stern face. “Personal matters?”
“I need a mate,” Erzo stated plainly, his voice betraying a hint of urgency beneath its steady tone.
Fwan snorted, a wry smile playing on his lips. “I don’t date men, Erzo.”
Erzo let out a chuckle, a brief respite in the gravity of his situation. Fwan remained stoic, unamused. Erzo wasn’t there for romance—he needed a solution, a way out of the intricate web of clan politics and forced arrangements.
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
Fwan leaned back in his chair, eyeing Erzo with curiosity and skepticism. “Never took you for the type to need help in that department.”
Erzo shrugged, his demeanor serious. “Desperate times. I’m in a bind, Fwan. Clan politics.”
Understanding dawned in Fwan’s eyes. “Ah, the Charro. They’re still after you?”
“More than ever,” Erzo admitted. “They’re pushing the marriage arrangement.”
Fwan whistled lowly. “That’s a tough spot. But why come to me?”
Fwan’s knack for pulling off the impossible stood as Erzo’s best shot. He was known for his resourcefulness and was the lifeline they desperately needed.
“You have connections, Fwan. I need a way out, fast.”
“Ah, family. Can’t live with them, can’t blast them into a black hole,” Fwan said with a wry smirk, acknowledging the predicament with a touch of dark humor.
“Fwan, you’re my only hope to keep Breal from a fate she doesn’t want, to save us both from being trapped in a future neither of us chose,” Erzo confessed, his voice tinged with vulnerability. “We’re counting on you to help us dodge this arranged disaster.”
Fwan’s gaze hardened, assessing Erzo with a gaze that seemed to pierce through his facade. “Is this going to bring trouble to The Stonebroke?”
“It might,” Erzo admitted.
“Is it going to involve the authorities?” Fwan inquired, indicating he was no stranger to handling unusual requests.
“Just the Charro.”
Fwan’s lips curled into a barely audible snarl, a string of muttered curses weaving through his clenched teeth, each word dripping with the deep-seated ire of a man all too familiar with the complexities and burdens of unwelcome fates.
Erzo met his gaze squarely. “I’ll do everything to avoid bringing confrontation aboard The Stonebroke. You know me.”
“Yeah, I do,” Fwan mused. “And I know the Charro, too. They don’t let go easily.”
He wouldn’t let his dilemma escalate to endanger the ship or its crew. It shouldn’t, anyway. They didn’t have a reason to attack the mining ship. Surround it? Demand he come out? Sure. That could happen. But hurt it? Not really, especially not if he wasn’t onboard when they arrived.
Erzo nodded solemnly. “Which is why I need your help. I heard about the Intergalactic Dating Agency…”
“The Intergalactic Dating Agency,” Fwan interrupted with a hint of respect in his voice for the organization that had recently expanded its reach to Disguised Serenity, a renowned space station. “They’ve got an excellent reputation. But it’s not just a simple date you’re after, is it?”
“No,” Erzo replied. “It’s a lifeline.”
Fwan sighed, weighing the request. “Alright, Erzo. I’ll see what I can do. But you owe me one.”
Erzo offered a grateful smile. “Thank you, Fwan. I won’t forget this. I’ve heard good things about them.”
“Good,” Fwan confirmed, finalizing the details. “Ship leaves tomorrow. Get ready to depart.”
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