Eros
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Publisher: Alpe D'Huez Press
Release Date: September 20th, 2017
Genre: Science Fiction Romance
Series: Olympia Alien Mail Order Brides
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Looking for Love on all the Wrong Planets
Penelope Boswell needs a fake boyfriend to save her from her meddling family. But when the Intergalactic Dating Agency matches her with a sexy alien willing to play pretend in exchange for her help assimilating to Earth culture, she gets way more than she bargained for: Eros is seductive, pushy and has no intention of faking anything, least of all their relationship…
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“Hold up, honey. Give me a minute to lay out what I’m proposing and then if you’re not on board, you can go, no questions asked. I tagged you in the salon because I think you’re perfect for the program I run. It’s not a normal dating service.”
That much I gathered and in spite of myself, I’m intrigued. “What is it then?”
“I help displaced aliens find a new life.” She pauses to let me absorb that for a minute and I connect the dots pretty fast.
“That’s why you asked about cultural differences.” Okay. I’m not sure how I feel about the current state of immigration issues, but I’m definitely not in a place where I can afford to break the law. Clementine and Janet and the other stylists depend on me for a job. “What are we talking, refugees from Mexico?”
“Not quite.” The pause stretches and Charmaine jerks her chin skyward. “When I say alien, I mean that literally. From the planet Torvis.”
I swallow and laugh at the same time which makes me cough. Tears leak from my eyes and I stand again because obviously I’ve wandered into a practical joke. If it’s not, then Charmaine is clinically insane and I should get while the getting is good. “We’re done here then.”
“Maybe you should meet your match before you go.”
My legs start to tremble midstride and I stop. The creature from outer space is here? In the house? Wildly, I scout around as if I had a shot at identifying something otherworldly that had been heretofore undetected.
And then common sense kicks in. I scoff. “The match who’s also an alien? Is this the part where I get an alien implanted in my stomach and it tears its way out like a fatal jack in the box?”
She doesn’t move from the couch, just watches me calmly as she shakes her head. “This isn’t a movie with special effects. It’s a placement service for refugees. This alien needs someone to help him assimilate, to learn our culture. He was banished from his own planet and came here seeking a new life. You have a good heart, or so your friend says, and John Smith needs your help. Won’t you at least consider the idea that there is more to the universe than what you believed before you walked through my front door?”
“I…” Have no idea what to say next. This has got to be some elaborate scheme and I don’t need a fake boyfriend this badly. I should leave.
But when I whirl toward the door, it’s too late. The atmosphere shifts and the most beautiful man I have ever seen in real life materializes in the foyer between me and the front door. Naturally. Of course I’m frozen in my tracks, so it’s not like I could have made a break for it anyway.
He’s motionless too. Our gazes lock and I can’t look away. I don’t want to. It’s like staring into the face of the sun, complete with graying vision and a sense that I’m damaging something the longer I stare, but it’s so warm and inviting. I can’t stop.
The inability to control myself is only the first of many red flags but I can’t remember why that’s a problem all at once.
My brain has just enough working cells left to connect some more dots. He didn’t actually materialize, as in beam me to the surface of the planet, Spock. He came from the back of the house. But there is literally no doubt in my mind that this is not a regular human, at least not the variety I’ve ever had the pleasure of coming across. For one, he has to be at least six and a half feet tall and built like a tank. But that’s not even the striking part. His face is angelic, the kind of perfect that modeling agencies and film producers fight over.
And every molecule of my body recognizes him. Somehow. It’s like I’ve been dreaming my whole life and suddenly woke up to the sense of being. Finally. I’m whole and alive and this man is at the center of all of it. He’s mine and I’m his.
