A man determined to find his mate complicates the life of a woman set on marrying another in this sci-fi romance full of action and suspense. Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Beast’s Secret Baby by Grace Goodwin, then add it to your bookshelf! In honor of this seventh installment in the Interstellar Brides Program: The Beasts make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a $20 Amazon GC too!
Atlan Warlord Velik is hanging on to sanity by a thread. His mating fever rages. His beast fights him every moment. The beast needs to hunt. To kill. To find their mate or surrender to a glorious death in battle. He volunteers for a mission so dangerous, he knows he will not return.
Waiting to deploy, he is lost, keeping distance between himself and those his tormented beast could destroy. His fate is sealed…until his beast picks up her scent. Sees her face. In an instant, the beast knows this human woman belongs to him and no one else.Until he sees the diamond ring on her finger and overhears a discussion about her wedding, the event mere weeks away.
He is honorable. He is desperate. He will stop at nothing to seduce her. Claim her. Steal her heart and keep her for himself.
When he disappears on a secret mission, she has a decision to make; play the fool and hope for a dead Atlan’s return, or marry another and ensure the security and safety of her true love’s unborn child.
EXCERPT:
Atlan Warlord Velik, Florida
Alien. Outcast. I was from another world and most of the small minded humans refused to look beyond that.
I was larger than a human. This was not news. But I supposed seeing a beast such as Braun or Tane on their small television screens in the ridiculous matchmaking program was much different than having an Atlan male in the flesh shouting at nothing. At no one. At himself.
I am beast. Not no one.
“I know.”
I fight. I kill. I hunt. I protect. I serve. Reward. Want mate now.
“I know. I am looking for her. Every day.” The words came out in short bursts as my feet hit the sand. I ran barefoot at the edge of the water. My shorts were soaked through from a combination of salt water and sweat. I’d taken my shirt off hours ago, the heat of the sun on my skin soothing.
At least the sun shined upon me with warmth.
Hurt them. Make them tell us.
The beast forced me to look at a group of young humans playing a game with a white ball and a tall net. It appeared the purpose was to get the white object back over the top of the net before it touched ground.
Young males strutted and made jests as they competed for the scantily clad females. Their bodies were on display, both sexes. Meant to entice a mate.
I looked at each of the females in turn as I approached, then ran past. Smooth, round breasts. Soft skin. Long, shapely legs. They were beautiful females, every one. In my youth, I would have taken any of them to my bed for hours of pleasure. Now, my beast demanded only one female. Would accept just one. Our mate. I looked at the perfect, fragile females. Inspected their bodies. Their curves should have made my cock instantly hard. I should have wanted to touch, to taste, to explore.
I felt nothing. Perhaps I had a few days left. But no more. Either I found my mate...or I chose an honorable death. I was out of time.
Alien. Outcast. I was from another world and most of the small minded humans refused to look beyond that.
I was larger than a human. This was not news. But I supposed seeing a beast such as Braun or Tane on their small television screens in the ridiculous matchmaking program was much different than having an Atlan male in the flesh shouting at nothing. At no one. At himself.
I am beast. Not no one.
“I know.”
I fight. I kill. I hunt. I protect. I serve. Reward. Want mate now.
“I know. I am looking for her. Every day.” The words came out in short bursts as my feet hit the sand. I ran barefoot at the edge of the water. My shorts were soaked through from a combination of salt water and sweat. I’d taken my shirt off hours ago, the heat of the sun on my skin soothing.
At least the sun shined upon me with warmth.
Hurt them. Make them tell us.
The beast forced me to look at a group of young humans playing a game with a white ball and a tall net. It appeared the purpose was to get the white object back over the top of the net before it touched ground.
Young males strutted and made jests as they competed for the scantily clad females. Their bodies were on display, both sexes. Meant to entice a mate.
I looked at each of the females in turn as I approached, then ran past. Smooth, round breasts. Soft skin. Long, shapely legs. They were beautiful females, every one. In my youth, I would have taken any of them to my bed for hours of pleasure. Now, my beast demanded only one female. Would accept just one. Our mate. I looked at the perfect, fragile females. Inspected their bodies. Their curves should have made my cock instantly hard. I should have wanted to touch, to taste, to explore.
I felt nothing. Perhaps I had a few days left. But no more. Either I found my mate...or I chose an honorable death. I was out of time.
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AUTHOR INFO:
Grace Goodwin is a USA Today and international bestselling author of Sci-Fi and Paranormal romance with nearly one million books sold. Grace's titles are available worldwide in multiple languages in ebook, print and audio formats. Two best friends, one left-brained, the other right-brained, make up the award-winning writing duo that is Grace Goodwin. They are both mothers, escape room enthusiasts, avid readers and intrepid defenders of their preferred beverages. (There may or may not be an ongoing tea vs. coffee war occurring during their daily communications.) Grace loves to hear from readers.
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