- Sneak Peek -
“It seems I’m being evicted from my home,” she said. “And I hadn’t had a chance to tell Aaron yet, but I lost my job last week. So with no money to speak of, there’s absolutely no possibility of me landing on my feet right now.
“There’s an application you need to complete. It’s rather lengthy, but we don’t care about your finances. On Terran, women are precious, whether they are wealthy or poor.” His hand lifted and he stroked her hair. “Your hair is like the sunset. I can promise that you would have your choice of warriors.”
She glanced over her shoulder at Aaron, who was watching the exchange with an open mouth. She wasn’t sure if she should be offended that he thought her of such little worth that no one would want her, or if she should smile and rub it in his face that she was going to be with someone far superior to him. She’d take a Terran warrior over a human doctor any day.
Brielle looked back up at the captain. “Where do I sign?”
His smile broadened even further, showing even white teeth. “Excellent. Please allow me to escort you to the processing station. The application is computerized and they will be able to answer any of your questions.”
The alien placed a hand at her lower back and began guiding her through the building and toward processing. She could feel Aaron’s eyes boring into her back, but she refused to look his way again. She was finished with him. It might be completely insane to agree to be an alien’s wife, especially since she’d never put any thought into the matter, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
“Whitney,” the alien called to the human woman behind the desk. “I have another candidate for you.”
Brielle looked up at him in surprise. “Do you just wander the station looking for women to bring down here?”
He chuckled. “No. But you are not the first candidate I’ve brought to processing during my travels to Earth. Sometimes the women boarding the ships to Terran decide they want to participate. Others never want to step foot on my planet again.”
“Why would they not want to return? You do have indoor plumbing, don’t you?”
“Yes.” He smiled. “There’s indoor plumbing. Electricity too.”
“Now if you could just find a way for me to email my sisters…”
He shook his head. “No written transmissions. We do, however, have Vid-Comms set up in all of the suites and homes on Terran. They were working again as of last night. As long as your family has access to one, you’ll be able to speak to them.”
Brielle shook her head. “They can’t afford something like that. And the nearest Terran station is a few hundred miles away.”
“If you’re accepted into the program and select a Terran mate, I assure you that he will do everything in his power to make sure you can contact your family. He would never separate you from your kin. Families are important to Terrans.” He smiled and stroked her arm. “Even soft pink ones.”
“Just tell me what to do to get the ball rolling.”
- Prize One -
- Prize Two -