I wrapped my arms around Emma even tighter.
She whimpered and clenched her eyes shut.
Only once we reached space did the ride become smoother.
“Computer, get us out of here,” I said. “Head for the Rift!”
“Coordinates input. We have no tail.”
I rolled over so Emma was on top of me, resting on my chest.
“Are you okay?” I said.
“I am now.”
She kissed me on the cheek and got more comfortable, using me as a mattress.
So far as I was concerned, we could lay like this forever.
I had my fated mate and nothing else mattered.
“Thank you for claiming me,” she said.
“Thank you for letting me,” I said.
I kissed her on the forehead.
I would never let her go.
Never in a thousand years.
And that was the way it was meant to be.
The fated mate bond.
The alien M’rora bond.
The alien breeder’s bond.
I hope you enjoyed this book. I had a real blast writing it! If you would like to continue the series, you can grab the next book now!
Emma was lucky the right M’Rora twin found her. Imagine the kind of trouble she would have gotten in if he hadn’t… And that’s exactly the hot water Ava ends up in in Alien Breeder’s Claim — the victor isn’t kind-hearted Layak but his evil twin!
Will she discover the truth before it’s too late? Or will she fall for the dark twin and let him claim her, bonding them together for all time?
Grab your copy of ALIEN BREEDER’S CLAIM now to find out!
Want Vai & Emma’s Epilogue?
I wrote a special chapter for fans who want to see what happens next in their story. It’s available EXCLUSIVELY to my subscribers. You’ll not only get their epilogue but every epilogue for every story I ever write! (Past, present, and future!)
To get it free instantly, all you need to do is signup at tammywalsh.com.
Trust me, you’re not gonna want to miss this!
(Btw, if you already signed up and downloaded the latest epilogue collection, it’s waiting for you now on your reading device!)
Leave A Review
Like this book?
Every review this book gets helps other readers find it. If you enjoyed it, let the author and everyone else know. It only takes a minute and will help the book forever. Tap here to leave a review now!
Join Tammy’s newsletter to get exclusive access to every epilogue she ever writes, stay updated with new releases, and more!
Tap here to see all of Tammy’s books.
Join the fun in her Reader Group on Facebook.
Alien Breeder’s Claim Sneak Peek
Ava
“The next guy that walks through that door is yours,” Isabella said. “Trust me.”
Trust her?
The last time I did that, I ended up with a boyfriend who never called unless it was for a late-night booty call.
He dumped me via text message last night.
Jason.
The guy I was pining over right now on this drowsy Saturday morning in a crammed coffee shop.
No, I didn’t think I would be trusting her again any time soon.
“I don’t think so,” I said.
“Jason’s a loser. You need to move on, forget about him, and find someone else.”
“I know Jason wasn’t much good—” I said.
“There’s an understatement,” Isabella snorted.
“—but he was still my boyfriend.”
“‘Boyfriend’ implies some kind of longevity. He was your fuck body.”
I screwed up my face at the terminology, but it was true, wasn’t it?
I’d hoped the relationship would develop beyond booty calls but it never did.
That was the good thing about Isabella.
She always said what was on her mind and never let a simple thing like the feelings of others get in her way.
“I thought he might be different,” I said pitifully.
Isabella leaned over the tiny circular table between us and placed a hand on mine.
“They are never different, honey. You need to remember you get what you fish for. I hate to say it, but you’ve got the worst taste in men.”
I pulled my hand back.
Okay, so sometimes Isabella’s strength could also be her weakness.
Sometimes a friend needed to be understanding.
“You hardly have better taste!” I said. “They fuck you and leave!”
Isabella shrugged her shoulders and took a sip of her coffee.
“But I want that. That’s the difference between us. You want a knight in shining armor to swoop down and slay the dragons of your problems, and then whisk you off to his castle so you can live the rest of your life in happiness. Life doesn’t work that way.”
I felt my lips quiver and the tears wobbled in my eyes, making Isabella swim as if I was experiencing a flashback in an old movie.
I flopped onto the table and leaned my head on my arms.
“Why can’t I just find a semi-decent guy? Do I have ‘victim’ written across my back or something?”
Isabella peered over my head at my back.
“Maybe you do, but I can’t see it. Then again, maybe it’s not words. You might be giving off pheromones that attract every bum, loser, and player within sniffing distance.”
“So what do I do about it?” I snapped. “How do I change my pheromones?”
“Buy some new perfume.”
I chuckled despite myself.
It was a snorting, ugly thing.
I sat up and wiped the sleeve of my baggy hoodie across my nose.
Isabella smiled at me and placed her hand on mine.
“Don’t worry about it. You’re young, beautiful, and there are plenty more guys to make a mistake with out there before you find the right one.”
She stroked my hand with her thumb.
A thought occurred to her and she reached into her pocket.
She took out her wallet and hesitated a moment before taking a flower out of a small side pocket and pinned it to the front of my hoodie.
It was a simple origami rose.
“What’s this?” I said.
“A gift someone gave me once. A little boy called Michael.”
“Michael?”
“He was the first boy I ever loved. He loved me too. It was the purest love I’ve ever had. A shame we were only seven at the time. He ended up moving away and I never saw him again. I swore I would never stop looking for pure love like that.
