Beauty and the Beast
Interstellar Brides® Program: The Beasts - 3
Grace Goodwin
Beauty and the Beast
Copyright © 2021 by Grace Goodwin
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
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1
Quinn McCaffrey, 9 News Headquarters
“I heard he’s almost eight feet tall.” Ellen used her soft brush to dab a last bit of powder onto my nose and cheeks, but her gaze kept slipping to a poster propped against the mirror on the makeup station next to us.
“They’re all eight feet tall,” I said. And muscled. And too damn gorgeous.
And aliens. I had to try harder to remember that. We weren’t talking about guys from the beach or even a team of hockey players. This group wasn’t even human.
“I like this one.” Susan pointed to the Atlan warlord standing on the far right of the poster. She had to have taken it off the wall two floors below us. They were setting up to film the Bachelor Beast television show down there, or at least trying to, for the third time. This high-rise housed many TV productions, but the hot reality show was the only one we’d ever been interested in. The first season, Wulf had been the bachelor. He’d found his mate, but not among the contestants. She’d been an on-set makeup artist, and that was perhaps why Ellen and Susan both had that wistful look on their faces when they stared at the group of hotties.
The second bachelor, Braun, had found his mate in one of the hotel maids. They hadn’t even started recording the show before he’d whisked her back to space. From the grumblings within the building, the producers weren’t thrilled about how things were going. It was one thing to have a human guy not connect with a woman, but these Atlans had beasts in them that knew exactly what they wanted. When they found it. Which they had, although not in the way the show wanted.
Although Wulf and Olivia had gotten ridiculous ratings and we’d talked about their relationship—if that was what it was even called—day after day. It had been, hands down, H.O.T.
“He’s got that dark, dark hair,” Susan continued, staring at the poster with dreamy eyes. “Do you see that smile? I swear my panties would catch fire if he looked at me like that.”
“That poster come from downstairs?” I sat in the makeup chair as I tried to study the latest weather data printouts, doing my best to ignore the chatter between the two hair and makeup experts—and the glorious poster filled with not one but five very attractive alien warlords. Because of the first two show’s issues, the producers decided—after two failed attempts to control the alien Atlans after their arrival on Earth—that their beasts were called beasts for a reason.
One look at the female they wanted and it was game over. Or TV show over, since the filming had to stop. Again. And again. Apparently these beasts didn’t believe in negotiation once they’d chosen a mate. It had been one look and done for both Wulf and Braun.
Sigh. Lucky ladies, as long as the attraction was mutual. It had been for Olivia and Angela. But if not? Well, that was a can of worms I didn’t feel like thinking about right now.
The television producers had grown wiser. This time around, they had five Atlans on lockdown in this very building. No more hotels for them. They weren’t even being allowed off the set until the show actually started. I’d heard the show’s insurance company, as well as their advertisers, were threatening to pull the plug if they didn’t produce an on-screen romance this time around. The key word was on-screen.
It hadn’t been announced which of the five would be the latest bachelor beast, but between them, one had to work out.
“Well, they left this stunning piece of art in the hallway, didn’t they?” Susan had just finished with the anchorman’s hair and makeup. He never chatted, never lingered, and left as quickly as he came in. He was a nice guy but wasn’t up for girl talk. It wasn’t like we could gab like this with him around. Susan cleaned up her station as she spoke. “If they didn’t want someone to have it, they shouldn’t have left it out like that.”
I bit back a smile because I really couldn’t argue. I was enjoying the poster much more while here in hair and makeup than I would if the poster were still two floors down.
“Those aliens are nice to look at,” Ellen agreed, staring dreamily.
Susan sighed like a middle-school girl with a crush, which was twice as funny because she had to be in
