In last week’s snippet from my sci fi rom, Alien Contact for Kid Sisters, Marianne insisted that Quinn Lebatarde, a con man wearing Captain Charleyjohn’s Royal Guardian uniform to stop for the night. Their long trek up a tunnel exhausted Lady Delfina, the 11-year-old cousin of the king.
It’s now the next morning.
Yawning, she opened her eyes to incomprehensible surroundings. Dark walls, dim light. She was snuggled against a child. Delfina Eaglesbrood. Cuddling with Elfy was nice, but Marianne’s back felt even more delicious and protected. She yawned again, trying to shake off mental lethargy.
Then she noticed the hairy arm circling her waist. A warm male body.
She held her breath.
When he didn’t move, she realized he was asleep. She scooted her bottom away from his erection and nudged him with her shoulder. That accomplished nothing, so she elbowed him in the ribs. He mumbled and snuffled. Trying not to disturb Elfy, Marianne lifted his arm off her. He rolled away and blinked as she wobbled to her feet. Behind her, the tunnel lamp surged to full brightness.
“So that’s what the dress looks like without the jacket.” He leered at the translucent layers of her gown.
She grabbed the thing closest to hand—the coat that had slipped off her shoulders—and threw it at him with bad-tempered energy.
Alien Contact for Kid Sisters
Fleeing murderous rebels, the queen’s sister finds a hero to save her.
Or is he kidnapping her, instead?
Marianne is sick of being just the kid sister of the famous queen of Kwadra Island. Although she daydreams about being a warrior, when rebels bomb the royal ball she’s shunted to one of the many tunnels that honeycomb Kwadra, where she awaits a captain of the valiant Royal Guardians.
Quinn, a scam artist fleeing the police, dons the uniform of a Royal Guardian killed by a tunnel collapse. When Marianne mistakes him for her bodyguard, Quinn can’t decide whether to save the feisty maiden, fall in love with her—or kidnap her. With bloodthirsty rebels pursuing them and a treasure map in his pocket, what will he choose?