Title: Taming the Alien Prince
Series: Intergalactic Lurve Book 2
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: Sci-Fi Alien Royalty Romance
Release Date: March 26, 2018
Area 51 . . . the new hook-up spot for aliens and humans. Who knew?
One might describe Zaneeviex as cocky, with good reason. He’s been doubly blessed, and his extra endowments haven’t gone to waste on his own planet. But the Zenithian Prince is ready to mate for life. Where does he locate his perfect breeder? Area 51, natch.
Astrid’s no stranger to Believers—crazy folk who dedicate their lives to making contact. As a NASA astrobiologist, she’s studied the possibility of extraterrestrial life forms, though really, she just wants to make contact with a man who melts her panties right off.
Imagine her surprise when she discovers A. Aliens are real, and B. Zane, a Zenithian Prince, doesn’t just melt her panties, he absolutely incinerates her body into a pile of do-me-goo.
Two dicks—and two hearts—really are better than one. Until the ongoing peril facing humans on Zenithia threatens to tear Zane and Astrid apart.
If you've read any book by Rie Warren, you already know she's capable to writing a story with endearing characters who might be quirky, snarky, flighty, or sexy, give them a partner who's tailor made and a great storyline that's easy to get wrapped up in. And now she's done it in the sci-fi realm as well.
With this book, we get Zane's story, and while it's got its comedic moments, there's also some mystery on two different fronts with this story: the disappearance of one of Astrid's family members, and the targeting of humans on Zenithia.
In the first book, Zane comes across as the always up (see what I did there?) for a good time Prince, but there's more to Zane than you realize, and much of that has to do with some of his family and the way he was treated while growing up. Because of this, he's got his inner demons to deal with, and he's decided it's time to find his "docile" mate. So back to Earth we go, only this time Zane ends up in Area 51, where he meets Astrid, the NASA-employed astrobiologist who seems to have some knowledge of the Sharonite Galaxy and some of the species that call that particular galaxy home, although she doesn't quite believe the stories she's heard.
These two are perfect for each other: Zane is just the teeniest bit vulnerable although he doesn't show it, and while Astrid is inquisitive and intelligent and not all that freaked out learning that there are other life forms. The world-building is done well along with the character development, all without being too wordy and descriptive, and I can't wait to find out who's behind the mystery involving the threats against humans.
These two are perfect for each other: Zane is just the teeniest bit vulnerable although he doesn't show it, and while Astrid is inquisitive and intelligent and not all that freaked out learning that there are other life forms. The world-building is done well along with the character development, all without being too wordy and descriptive, and I can't wait to find out who's behind the mystery involving the threats against humans.
“You were jealous, Prairie.” X’s voice rumbled deliciously from the widest chest I’d ever seen.
“What?” I huffed. “Not.”
Smug sexy alien stud.
A grin tipped up one corner of his mouth.
Without another word, he began to undress, and I was once again treated to the insane sight of his incredibly muscled body. He stopped with the lacings of his pants coming undone, revealing the root of his impressively thick cock.
“What?” I huffed. “Not.”
Smug sexy alien stud.
A grin tipped up one corner of his mouth.
Without another word, he began to undress, and I was once again treated to the insane sight of his incredibly muscled body. He stopped with the lacings of his pants coming undone, revealing the root of his impressively thick cock.
He ducked his head, licking across my lips before delving inside. I trembled with awareness of him, my hands roaming to the ropey sinews of his shoulders. Before I even knew it, he’d completely disrobed me, leaving me in only the humungo necklace and nipples so tight I thought I’d come if he so much as touched them. He set my hands on the lacings of his leathers, watching with a hungry smile as my fingers pulled them open one by one.
My heart pounded harder. My pussy got wetter and wetter. The peaks of my breasts rubbed against the heated glossy skin of his chest.
Tugging the pants down, down, down, my breath caught in my throat at the feast of flesh presented in front of me.
Our skin still gleamed from the earlier oil treatment, and I stood quivering in front of him.
“Now we fuck.” His voice came out like sexual thunder, sending a bolt of dirty desire zinging desperately through me.
My belly clenched, but when he picked me up and tossed me onto the bed, I held up my hands.
“Holy horse cock, alien boy!” I stared at the lewd length kicking up from his groin, veins pulsing all over, the big domed head pushing out one drop of liquid after another. “Seriously though, is that thing really for real? Or is it just another hologram?”
“You touched my cock earlier. Did it feel real?” He wrapped a massive fist around the base jutting from his body and stroked all the long way up to the tip.
Involuntarily, my thighs spread, and I felt myself dripping all over the bedding.
His eyes—gleaming nearly fluorescent green—latched onto the sight of my pussy, and his lips curled off his teeth, nostrils flaring.
I writhed at the primal sight of him as he crawled up between my legs, pushing them wider and wider apart with his sheer size.
As soon as his cockhead touched my labia, sizzling heat rippled through my body, but my hands rose again to push at his chest.
“Uh unh. On second thought you can’t fuck me with that thing. No way will it fit.”
“Then tonight I will stretch you.”
My heart pounded harder. My pussy got wetter and wetter. The peaks of my breasts rubbed against the heated glossy skin of his chest.
Tugging the pants down, down, down, my breath caught in my throat at the feast of flesh presented in front of me.
Our skin still gleamed from the earlier oil treatment, and I stood quivering in front of him.
“Now we fuck.” His voice came out like sexual thunder, sending a bolt of dirty desire zinging desperately through me.
My belly clenched, but when he picked me up and tossed me onto the bed, I held up my hands.
“Holy horse cock, alien boy!” I stared at the lewd length kicking up from his groin, veins pulsing all over, the big domed head pushing out one drop of liquid after another. “Seriously though, is that thing really for real? Or is it just another hologram?”
“You touched my cock earlier. Did it feel real?” He wrapped a massive fist around the base jutting from his body and stroked all the long way up to the tip.
Involuntarily, my thighs spread, and I felt myself dripping all over the bedding.
His eyes—gleaming nearly fluorescent green—latched onto the sight of my pussy, and his lips curled off his teeth, nostrils flaring.
I writhed at the primal sight of him as he crawled up between my legs, pushing them wider and wider apart with his sheer size.
As soon as his cockhead touched my labia, sizzling heat rippled through my body, but my hands rose again to push at his chest.
“Uh unh. On second thought you can’t fuck me with that thing. No way will it fit.”
“Then tonight I will stretch you.”
Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys, a fun, hot, and southern-sexy series.
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around. You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website. She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency.
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