Alien Healer is coming your way August 29…
Racar is determined to find a way to ensure that human females live as long as their Zerconian mates. Solving this problem has become the focus of his life. To the point that he hasn’t even noticed his own mate is right under his nose…
Trying her best to be noticed.
Ellie has tried everything she can to get the clueless, hunky healer to actually see her. Short of running around naked screaming his name she wasn’t sure what else she could do.
And frankly, she wasn’t even sure that would work.
When Racar discovers she is his mate, she doesn’t know whether to trust in him. To believe him.
To let herself hope.
About the Author
Mastered by Malone by Laylah Roberts
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She’d seen one dead body too many…
Mia Alcott was in a whole crap load of trouble. The only witness to a horrific crime, she’s on the run, trying to figure out who she can trust and who is out to get her.
In come the Malones. They’re loud. They’re violent. They’re rude. And right now, they’re her only shot at survival
Of course, she has to survive living with them. She also has to resist her attraction to Alec Malone. It should be easy, considering he’s an arrogant, bossy ass.
But oh, what an ass he has…
He never should have agreed to take her in…
Alec Malone didn’t know what he was thinking. He wasn’t looking for a damsel in distress to protect. He had enough going on just keeping his brothers from killing each other.
She was cute. She was sweet. She was everything the Dom wasn’t attracted to.
So then why couldn’t he stop thinking about her?
Warning: Contains one wild, crazy family, a sweet and fiery sub and an arrogant Dom about to break all the rules.
“Honey, you’re not yourself. And I’m not leaving you alone like this. So your choices are a shower with me then bed or I run you a bath and you have one while I shower then bed.”
She didn’t want to wait until the bath filled. “I want a shower by myself.”
“That wasn’t one of your options, now was it?”
Shit. His voice had turned to steel. And she was weak. Weak because she couldn’t resist when he used that tone.
“What’s it going to be, baby?”
“Please stop calling me that.” Because she couldn’t resist him when he called her that in that low tone of voice. As though they actually meant something to one another. As though they had some sort of relationship. When, in reality, she was just an obligation. A debt to be repaid.
Tears stung at her eyes and she blinked, shoving them back. Nothing good came from crying. She’d learned that.
“This is going above and beyond, isn’t it?” she asked. That fatigue was really hitting her now and it was making her feel melancholy. Because the only reason he cared about her was the obligation his family owed her cousin. No other reason. And while his brothers might be friendlier, she was still just a guest. When she left she’d just be a memory. Hell, mostly, they were more interested in her cooking than anything else.
But sometimes she could pretend she was part of this crazy family. It made her feel less alone.
“You’re really not with me, are you?” he murmured. “Okay, sweetheart, I want you to just relax. I’m going to make all the decisions right now and all you have to do is what you’re told.”
“You like to boss people around, don’t you?” she mumbled.
“It’s what I’m good at.”
With that, he pulled off his jeans.
She immediately slammed her hands over her eyes. “You have no underwear on. Why don’t you have any underwear on?”
“Mia,” he laughed. “Jesus, in all my years, me stripping has never made a woman cover her eyes and ask me about my habit of wearing underwear.”
Okay, so she got that her reaction was maybe a little childish. And probably more than a little insulting. But he was naked. Alec Malone, the man who centered in so many of her dreams was standing there naked.
And she . . . she was standing there in her underwear, covering her eyes like an idiot.
“This . . . I . . . shit.”
“Second time I’ve ever heard you swear,” he commented. “Not sure I like it.”
She removed her hand from her eyes, looking straight up at him. “Fuck.”