Tawania sees aliens. She knows they’re not real. To avoid being locked up in an institution, she does what any functioning insane person would do—she ignores her imaginary intergalactic visitors. Only one tall sexy alien won’t be ignored. Raff’s heated touch scorches Tawania’s grip on reality. His kisses drive her to madness. He declares that she’s his destined mate. He also insists he’s real.
Raff, an Orogone warrior, is very much real. This handsome warrior has been sent to Earth to round up misbehaving off-worlders and he’s not accustomed to being ignored, especially not by a brown-eyed human female with the most kissable lips in fifteen galaxies. He has mere days to convince her to bond with him. Failure results in death.
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The bells above the door rang a warning and the small hairs on the back of Tawania’s neck lifted, her nipples growing taut under her rose-colored camisole. She turned her head and sucked in her breath.
A tall man with golden skin, golden hair and the most chiseled chin she’d ever seen stood in the doorway. He wore dark sunglasses, an expensive black leather coat, black pants and a royal blue silk shirt. Standing with his legs braced apart, he slid one of his fingerless-glove-clad hands into his coat.
And extracted a gun.
The woman with the bad weave screamed. The burly man in front of Tawania dropped to the dirty tiled floor. The armed newcomer pressed the trigger, a blue beam of energy shot from the muzzle, and everything went still and quiet. The woman’s sparkly phone floated in the air. The man on the floor posed with his hands reached out to cover his head. The horrible music stopped.
Holy shit. Tawania stared at the stranger, frozen with uncertainty, not knowing what to do or say or how to react.
He removed a fancy handheld device from his jacket’s pocket and studied the glowing screen. “A 9-1-1 call originated from the payphone outside of this store on May tenth. There was a complaint about an alien with blue and red eyes. Who made that call?”
Oh God. Tawania took a step backward. I made that call. He must be from the FBI. Only they would have fancy weapons similar to the gun he carried.
“F-f-fuck y-y-you, Orogone.” Mr. Lee, the owner of the convenience store, hung, suspended in the air, his body shaking. In mere seconds, he’d somehow grown a long pointed beard and obtained two more arms.
Phones are floating. Mr. Lee has four arms. Tawania exhaled. She wasn’t being sent to jail. She was going insane.
The stranger returned the handheld to his pocket. “There’s no need to be hostile, Palavian. My target is a human female, not you.” He removed his sunglasses and clipped them to his collar. Blue and red flames flared in his dark eyes.
Tawania smothered her groan. She’d invented another being, an Orogone, belonging to the same alien species as Willa.
And this imaginary man was searching for her. When she’d returned to her apartment and found a strange angry woman there, Tawania had run out of the building and made the 9-1-1 call from the store’s payphone. Being a product of her overactive brain, he’d know that.
“W-w-why w-w-would I help you, Orogone?” Mr. Lee spat, acting very feisty for a man unable to move.
“Because you’re on Earth illegally and I hear Palavia isn’t very pleasant during this part of the solar cycle.” The sexy stranger rubs his space gun against his chest. “Either tell me where she is or—“
“Or you’ll do nothing.” Tawania stepped out of the line, losing patience with this alien shakedown fantasy. “Because you’re not real.” She stomped toward Mr. Lee and plunked the bag of sugar on the counter, loosening the contained mass. White crystals skittered across the surface, sparkling under the fluorescent lights. “I want to pay for this.”
Tawania glanced at the candy display. “And this.” She grabbed the box of chocolate-covered peanuts and set it beside the sugar.
“Well, hello, sweetness,” the Orogone male drawled.
Tawania rolled her eyes as she searched through her tote for her wallet. “Is that the best pick up line my brain could produce?”
Mr. Lee sniggered. The Orogone male grumbled words she didn’t understand. Mr. Lee laughed again. A second beam of blue light hit him and his laughter stopped. He vibrated in the air, the contours of his body blurring and then he disappeared from view, leaving an empty space where he once was.
“Hey, I haven’t paid for my purchases yet.” Tawania turned her head, met the Orogone’s gaze, and she sucked in her breath, her body humming with awareness. He was a male worthy of her wildest, most erotic fantasies, tall and handsome, oozing with confidence and sex appeal, intriguing laughter lines creasing the tanned skin around his unusual eyes.
“Mr. Lee doesn’t need your precious money, love.” His low baritone deepened even more, curling her fingers and toes. She could wake up to those deep tones. Tawania wiggled. Hell, she could come to that voice, shrieking “yes, yes, yes” at the top of her lungs.
What am I thinking? “You’re not real,” she said, trying to convince herself.
“I understand why you’d think so.” The Orogone straightened, his chest puffing out. “I am a handsome son of a bitch.” He grinned, displaying impossibly perfect straight white teeth. “But I’m all real.” He waved his free hand over his body as though he was a possible prize in a game show. “And I’m all yours.”
Tawania’s gaze dropped to the impressively large ridge in his dress pant. He was also all hard. She gulped, swallowing the lump of want, of need building in her throat. Did it matter that he didn’t exist? Her orgasm would be very real.
“I’m Raff,” he continued, not needing a response. “And you, my brown-eyed beauty, have the lucky distinction of being my One, the sole female I’m destined to spend my long life span with.”
He slid the muzzle of his gun over his right pectoral muscle, scratching his leather-clad skin. In her elaborate fantasy world, as explained by Willa, the mark on an Orogone’s chest would heat when he found her One, his forever mate.
“Of course, I’m your One.” Tawania expected to be the star in her own make believe world and she’d fabricated this perfect man to play her faithful lover. Orogones never cheated on their mates.
Unlike every human man she’d ever met.
“Doctor Chartwell would tell me that you’re the manifestation of my need for true and lasting love.” Tawania perused Raff leisurely from his carefully styled spiky blond hair to his polished black leather shoes. His shoulders were impossibly wide, his waist narrow, his muscles defined.
Hot damn, I have a great imagination.
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