A New Most Wanted Alien Brides: Intergalactic Dating Agency Book!
Most Wanted Alien Brides: IDA Book 7
Six years after the events of Claim, the Intergalactic Dating Agency has finally arrived on Earth, promising to connect the planet to the rest of the known galaxies. And dates for everyone who wants one!
Jenny Chin-Anderson, a bio-engineer, is tasked with working on The Bridge, the connecting port that looms in Earth's horizon. But she soon realizes that things are not going according to plan.
As she navigates the complexities of working with alien species, Jenny finds herself in the middle of a dangerous conflict brewing under the surface, during Earth's holiday season that could endanger her, and everyone on The Bridge.
Meanwhile, Karuk, an alien with a troubled past, is looking for a fresh start and finds himself drawn to Jenny. Little does he know, Jenny's presence amplifies his abilities, making him a target for those who want to manipulate him.
As they both try to distance themselves from each other, Karuk and Jenny are suddenly thrown into a dangerous situation that could have severe consequences for both Earth and the Intergalactic Dating Agency.
But Jenny needs Karuk's help, and he hasn't been needed in a long time.
Will they be able to overcome their personal struggles and work together to save the day?
Read an excerpt
Chapter One
Karuk
“Huh,” the foreman said. He snorted and glared at Karuk. A thick, round nose that looked wet dominated the foreman’s face.
Snot dripped from the tip.
Eyes that judged him. Thoughts that were equalling judging.
Karuk didn't like the way he was staring at him, or the stereotypical thoughts running through the foreman's head as he took in Karuk.
Karuk remained motionless, waiting to hear what the foreman decided. Was he here to stay, or was he back on the ship, off to another world and another job?
The foreman looked back at the data card, then back at him. He rested his meaty thumbprint on the seal.
Karuk didn’t exhale, but inside tensions released.
“Get fitted for your suits. You’ll be doing hull repairs.”
Karuk nodded.
Turned and walked away.
As he did, he could hear the foreman talk to another manager. “I’ll bet you a thousand credits the pretty boy won’t last a week.”
“I give him a month,” the other male said. “He won’t make any longer than that. Pretty boys don’t do labor jobs. Not with gold like that all over him.”
If they only knew, Karuk thought. Being known as a galactic ‘pretty boy’ because of his genetics didn’t actually mean he had grown up in a life of ease. The Dalgurians had a reputation of looks, but life didn’t always favor that. Many believed their appearance, with the gold flecks in the skin—marks of achievement in their culture—showed some kind of wealth.
Others considered them monsters of the worst kind because of their other abilities. The ones that let them know what those around them were thinking or feeling had made them a kind of monster among all humanoids.
No one liked their inner most thoughts revealed.
But what many didn't realize was that the Dalgurians didn't want to hear those thoughts and feel those emotions, either. It took years of practice and focus to block the noise. And some permanent hardware.
He reached up and brushed the golden piece that wrapped around his ear’s shell, adjusting the metal slightly.
Designed to add to appearances, he hated it.
Necessary, though, for the blocking of other emotions and thoughts. Many of his people wore them. The ornate details only added to the vain reputation his people had. Very few knew they actually helped control the overwhelm.
Karuk had to stay very aware of his surroundings now, so he welcomed anything to block out the noise, even if it annoyed him.
He had joined a manufacturing company, working to build whatever needed construction. He may have not started as a builder, but he learned quickly, and had worked in a few different places thus far.
This was his latest assignment. Some far-off unknown humanoid world, building a space station.
Limited humanoids to deal with. Once he got used to his team, he’d be settled. He rarely had to deal with many outside of his work team’s circle, and that was fine with him.
No locals he’d have to deal with, as far as he knew.
He wasn’t even sure where they were, just that it took a while to get here.
Some place called Earth, where the humanoids, similar to Terrans, were interested in mating with aliens.
Made him wonder what the world’s population was like if so many of their people will mate with aliens they’d never seen before.
What was the world like?
Did he care about that?
Not really.
It was only a place to hide.
To get away from his past.
At least, until they release him.
He wondered if they noticed he was gone yet.
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