Mom shrugged her shoulders.
“When it comes to family, all bets are off.”
Then she reached over and grabbed Ava, yanking her in to join the cuddle party.
She wrapped her arms around our necks and pulled us in close, our horns clacking.
In all my years as a Shadow Warrior, I’d never shed a single tear, not out of fear, pain, or pity, but right then, contained within the weak arms of my aging mother, I wept like a baby.
“Mom…”
“We’re together now,” Mom said. “We’re a family again.”
Heavy footsteps thundered down the stairs.
“What in the blazes is all this noise? I set my head down for a nice afternoon nap and—”
He froze on the bottom step, just as I had done all those years ago as a five-year-old child.
His eyes filled with tears and he rushed over, his shrunken frame even more evident than mother’s.
He bulldozed into us, almost knocking us off our feet.
At that moment, we wouldn’t have noticed if the world came to an end.
The other neighbors and their children, alive only thanks to Ava’s timely intervention, crowded inside the kitchen, hugging us and forming an entire village of survivors, of an alien race that may just survive extinction.
It was all thanks to my darling Ava, the savior not only of me and my shriveled heart, but my parents, their friends, and my species.
My fated mate.
My breeder, exclusively for me.
My human for all time.
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After a bitter battle with his Shadow, Ras crash lands on Earth and can’t remember who he is or why he’s there. But his evil twin remembers, and he’s coming for their shared mate.
Isabella is attracted to her possessive alien warrior but every time he’s about to claim her, they’re interrupted. She tries to help him remember who he is but the only thing he can think about is how drawn he is to her.
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Alien Breeder’s Seed Sneak Peek
Isabella
It was the craziest storm I had ever seen.
Clouds smothered the horizon with a powdery grey-white canvas.
Every few moments, a sharp flash of light, sometimes green, other times neon blue, broke through and cast long patches across the wet tarmac of the motorway.
Then a deep rumbling followed hot on the lightning’s heels, making the steering wheel beneath my hands vibrate.
The storm was right on top of us.
There wasn’t anything particularly different about that, I thought. Lately, my entire life had been consumed with storms.
The window wipers slashed across the front windscreen, throwing the hard rain off by the bucketload.
I slowed down as I took a wide turn.
Driving at night always made me nervous.
The rain only added to my nervousness.
I hadn’t driven a car for more than five years, and it didn’t help I had to wrestle with my father’s big old pick-up either.
Coming to my hometown in the country was meant to help ease me back into a more regular lifestyle.
But returning after barely visiting for so long had made fitting in more difficult than I expected.
Most of my old friends had moved away from home, just as I had done, living in cities dotted across the nation in search of work to escape toiling in the fields.
Then old friends began to emerge from the woodwork like background characters in a bad comic book.
Not that they had ever really been friends.
They’d been acquaintances, classmates, people you saw now and then but never really spoke to.
I was surprised they remembered me as I so often found it difficult to remember them.
Even more shocking was discovering how excited they were to meet me.
They insisted on talking about old times—even though we never really shared any.
And they stuck to me like glue.
It didn’t take me long to realize it was my mom who had convinced her friends to encourage them to come.
“It’s good for you to meet new people,” she said.
“They’re not new people. They’re people I never spoke to at school. So why should I speak to them now?”
“People change over time.”
“Only if they do different things. Ashbourne hasn’t changed since I left, so what could change them?”
A thunderous boom tore across the sky and made me jump in my seat, accidentally swerving into the middle of the road.
An identical pick-up heading in the opposite direction flashed their lights and honked their horn as they zipped past.
“Sorry,” I said, glancing over at Trudy.
She clutched her fake Louis Vuitton handbag close to her chest and kept her keen eyes firmly on the windscreen as the window wipers stabbed like a murderer’s arm.
“The Spur is just up ahead,” she said. “Maybe we can stop there until this storm finishes?”
And have to put up with her for another couple of hours? I thought. I’d spent
