Alien Farm

Eleanor

I thought starting over on this quiet farm would finally give me a chance to heal. But the moment that towering alien walks through my door, I know real trouble has found me. Zynar is all corded muscle and raw masculinity—nothing like the weak men who’ve used me. Worse, this alien hunk stirs feelings in me I swore were long dead. Each time his intense yellow gaze locks onto mine, my resolve weakens. I tell myself to keep my distance, that this attraction can only lead to heartbreak. But as Zynar proves himself gentle yet strong, passionate yet restrained, I start to crave the pleasure his touch promises to unlock in me once more.

Zynar

From the moment I lay eyes on the delicate creature named Eleanor, my core-beat quickens in a way I hadn’t thought possible. This fragile flower survived abduction and abuse, yet her spirit remains unbroken. I want nothing more than to make her feel safe and cherished. But this female threatens to expose vulnerabilities I’ve long tried to bury. As a displaced Kari without a homeworld, getting close means entertaining the thought of something I never thought possible. But keeping my distance is torture. How can I resist a female who awakens feelings I swore were dead?