Alien Conquest: (The Warrior's Prize) An Alien SciFi Romance - Plot & Excerpts
He really was a guest, she supposed. At least until the morning, when he would be nothing more than another fighter on the sands. But this room was no barracks. Shining marble floors and billowing, pale curtains opening onto a balcony terrace. Several low sofas around a copper table, strange plants with bursting orange flowers and a set of french doors across from the terrace that must have led into a bedchamber. Or a bath chamber. “I didn’t actually think you’d come.” Rua swept aside one of the curtains, stepping in off the terrace. He was shirtless, in a pair of the same linen pants all the cursii wore in the barracks. Alaina had known he was handsome, but he was plainly strong as well. His shoulders and chest were hard sculpted muscle, a trail of dark hair leading from his sternum to beneath the waistband of those trousers. He’d have been an incredibly attractive man if he wasn’t such a goddamn asshole, Alaina thought. “Well, I’m here,”
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