Tied down? Forget it. Tied up? Bring it on.
Celestial Soul-Mates, Book 3
The three words that make Crystal shudder? Happily ever after. Love ’em and leave ’em smiling, that’s her style.
Her dream vacation didn’t include getting kidnapped by aliens, but then again, her personal abductor is six-plus feet of masculinity who responds to her come-hither look with an I’m-coming glitter in his eye. Except there’s something different about him—other than the fact he’s not of her world. He’s so eager to please it’s almost…unnerving.
Weeks of studying Crystal from afar has only sharpened Terrian’s hunger for the lusciously curved blonde. He is prepared to woo his tanash’ae gently, but from the first touch, she is living fire in his arms. She seems to have only one tiny flaw. She’s better at giving pleasure than receiving it.
No matter, he can fix that.
As sexual intensity builds, so does something Crystal’s never faced before. Fear. Fear that she’s sliding down a slippery slope from wanting him to needing him. Way too much. And that she must never allow to happen.