Her Alien Collector E-Book

Nova Edwins

• Herausgeber: Black Umbrella Publishing
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 49

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

Working in a tavern is not the best job for a human woman living on a space station amongst thousands of aliens, but it's also not the worst. That is until my boss gets replaced by a bunch of debt collectors. The new owner of the tavern wants me to do a different kind of work. Luckily for me, one of the regulars of the tavern steps in to save me. And by "saving" I mean that he takes me with him without even asking what I want. Dark-ish sci-fi romance. Contains a bossy alien, a feisty human woman and a lot of snarling. No cheating. HEA.

Leseprobe

HER ALIEN COLLECTOR

NOVA EDWINS

A DARK SCI-FI ROMANCE NOVELLA

CONTENTS

Her Alien Collector

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

About Nova Edwins

HER ALIEN COLLECTOR

Working in a tavern is not the best job for a human woman living on a space station amongst thousands of aliens, but it’s also not the worst. That is until my boss gets replaced by a bunch of debt collectors. The new owner of the tavern wants me to do a different kind of work.

Luckily for me, one of the regulars of the tavern steps in to save me. And by "saving" I mean that he takes me with him without even asking what I want.

Dark-ish sci-fi romance. Contains a bossy alien, a feisty human woman and a lot of snarling. No cheating. HEA.

Author’s Note: The audio version of Her Alien Collector is available for free on the Read Me Romance Podcast.

1

I stack the glasses onto the tray, hating how sticky my fingers are from the sugar and alcohol that gets spilled no matter how careful I try to be.

Next to me, Kiana whistles lowly, and I feel the tip of her tail touching my leg. "Your regular is back."

I blush. "He’s not my regular."

"Well, he’s not ah’tze fucking me with his eyes." She smooths down the scales on her flat belly before taking four bottles of fermented alien beer. Her claws clink against the glass. "I really don’t get why you won’t earn yourself a nice big, fat tip. Speaking of nice, big and fat…"

Shushing her, I pull the tray onto my hand and start making my way to the tables in the back.

Of course I noticed that he is back. It is impossible to miss a brooding, seven-foot alien with lavender-colored skin and black horns, even if he prefers to sit in the shadows.

I can always tell when he’s there without looking because those are the nights no one even tries to touch me. It really startled me the first time that I heard his growl when one of the other patrons slapped my ass while I brought them drinks. But now I have gotten used to the fact that he watches over me and a tiny part of me even enjoys it.

His visits are the only upside to this job. Never in a million years did I ever think I would end up in space, waiting tables.

But that was before I was taken from my home on Earth and sold on a slave market. I was lucky, though. The bad guys who bought me attracted the attention of some nice aliens. I and the dozens of other slaves in the cargo hold were freed and re-homed. Since I had been in cryo sleep for more than two hundred years, there was no point in going back to Earth. Besides, a ticket there costs like five million credits, and I make maybe ten a night in tips.

I work and live in this tavern because our boss is a friend of the aliens who saved us. And he’s a good guy. He feeds us and doesn’t expect us to whore ourselves out unless we want to. Kiana is a half-dragon and way more outgoing than I am. If she wants some extra credits she will take the most handsome patron available up to the small room we share on the second floor. In my two years here, I have never done this. I’m way too scared since I don’t have claws or sharp teeth or the ability to fry a man’s face off with my breath. I just keep my head down and do my job, dreaming of a better future.

There’s a tingling sensation running down my spine as I pass the table of the alien that Kiana considers to be my regular. I know he watches me and my cheeks blush.

Although I haven’t been a virgin in a very long time, the idea of having sex with an alien makes me anxious. What if he has more than one dick? Or spikes on his dick? Or weird appendixes? Or tentacles?

More often than not, I do wish I were brave enough to at least say hi to him. But he always picks a seat in Kiana’s part of the tavern, and I’m certain that he knows this. Apparently, he doesn’t want to talk. He just likes to watch and keep to himself. Not once have I seen him talking to the other guests or exchanging more than two words with Kiana even.

"Ah, the hoomien with our drinks." Aldaphalbert smiles at me, showing his rotten teeth. Weirdly enough, he’s one of our nicer patrons. I don’t know much about his species, but his teeth will be in perfect condition again in a few days. They’re rotting away in a specific cycle to be replaced with shiny new ones. This is my fourth time seeing him like this and it still freaks me out.

"Human," I correct, making sure that he can see my lips with all of his six eyes.

"Hooman."

"Almost." I flash him a smile, putting his drink in front of him.

His buddy Ejar cackles and slips me a credit.

"Thanks." The empty tray under my arm, I make my way back to the bar, when the doors to the tavern are kicked in. Literally.

Five scary-looking aliens enter our establishment and for a moment the silence is deafening. I immediately know that we’re in trouble. They’re wearing red belts, which means they’re here to collect a debt.

Their leader marches over to the bar, a machete in his hand.

Morg, my boss, swallows hard. "I just need a few more standard days to get the credits."

"Funny. Isn’t that what he said last week?" The leader casts a look at his buddies, and they hoot with laughter.