“Malia you don’t have to be afraid of me. I would never hurt you.”
“So you say. But I don’t even know what you are or where you’re from. You could be wanted for murder in another galaxy and I wouldn’t know it.” He tensed, it was subtle, but noticeable. She’d struck a nerve. “You show up at my diner out of nowhere, asking me ridiculous questions and then you all of a sudden want to work for me. Can you see why I’m wary?”
He opened his mouth then closed it, only to open it again but slowly shut it. The next time he opened it he actually spoke, “I can see why you’re wary.” He looked to her diner. “You’re a female, working alone, leaving your facility alone at late hours. You should be wary. I have approached this wrong. Forgive me, this is all new to me.”
“What do you mean?”
He turned to her once more. “No more lies. I am not homeless. I am not fundless. I simply wanted to meet you and get to know you with the hopes of establishing a relationship. I’ve never tried to establish a relationship with anyone. I don’t know how to… uh…”
“That. I don’t know how to do that. Instead of causing you to want me the way I want you, I’ve made you feel sorry for me, even fear me. You was supposed to feel what I felt, or at least, I thought you would. I thought you would sense our connection instantly. I was wrong.”
Malia massaged her forehead. He was confusing the hell out of her. “Back up a second.”
Silver took a step back.
“I didn’t mean literally. Back up your story to the part where you said you wasn’t homeless.”
“I’m not homeless.”
Malia waited on him to say more. When he didn’t, she raised her eyebrows in question.
“What?” he shrugged. “I backed up to the I’m not homeless part.”
Malia laughed, barely believing she was spending her waning discussing this behind her diner. “If you’re not homeless, what are you doing wandering around the Outlands night after night?”
“I wanted to be near you.”
Blush still in place, she said, “It’s not safe out here.”
“And yet you close up every night by yourself.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve lived here all my life. The so called ‘rebels’ know me.”
“I have encountered your rebels. They do not frighten me.”
“Does anything frighten you?”
OMG. “You don’t have me.”
“I will, soon.”
A chill raced down her spine at his declaration. “Excuse me?”
“I didn’t say that to scare you.”
“And yet it did.” Malia opened the door to her rover. She half expected him to prevent her from sliding inside. He didn’t, just stood there staring at her with those silver eyes she would see in her dreams tonight.
“I’m still doing this wrong. I guess this means I’m fired?” He asked.
Yes, but surely he already knew that. She rolled her window down a fraction, then stuck her hand out. “Take the funds Silver, you earned it.”
He shook his head.
“Please. I really needed your help today and you did a great job.
Take the funds. I’ll feel bad if you don’t.”
He gave her a sad smile then stepped back. “I never wanted the currency.”
“See you soon, Malia.”
With that said he disappeared and she still had no idea what he was. She also had no intention of ever seeing him again.
Silver is a fast paced, sensual Sci-fi Romance that will be available in September.
The book that started this spin-off is available now.
Her Alien Protector: Sci-fi Romance
Falling in love with a prisoner was against the rules.
So why was Lark allowing herself to get close to Raynor? He was domineering, cocky and much too handsome for his own good. Though her mind found him unbearable, her body was ready to endure anything he could deliver. However, inside of him lived a darkness unlike anything she’d ever witnessed. If the rumors were true, that darkness would consume any and everyone in its path. Lark was going to try her best to stay out of his way.
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That task was proving harder than he’d anticipated. Lark is afraid of what lives inside of him, and she should be. Yet, when her planet comes under attack, the evil lurking within him may be the only thing that can save her and her people. He’s willing to protect her planet, but his aid comes at a price, a price only Lark can pay.
Will Beauty give in to the Beast in order to save her world? Or is he a greater threat than her enemies?