Carlo Russo is having the worst day. Not only has he lost his job, caught his boyfriend cheating, and had one too many shots with his best friend Grace, now he’s seeing aliens too. Big, black, tail-equipped aliens. After a futile struggle, he and Grace find themselves on a spaceship leaving Earth. Zenon Scoreceds Qhainqons doesn’t know what it is about the earthling male. Their mission is to bring back ten females in hopes of them being able to provide their planet with children, but he wants the male. What he’s going to do with the male, he doesn’t know, but he’s claiming him as his payment for going on the mission. Carlo doesn’t approve of kidnapping, but the aliens aren’t too bad, and once the language chip is installed, he finds it entertaining to talk to them. Zen in particular. They’re standoffish and never show any emotion, but Carlo has no problem cuddling up next to Zen at night. All Zenon wants is to spend time with Carlo, but it’s his job to get them all home in one piece. Will he be able to keep Carlo safe from all the dangers lurking along the trip? He has to because Carlo is his, and he’s not letting him go.

There Will Be Aliens

Ghurva widened his eyes. “I don’t—”


“I don’t need anyone to wash me. Show me where the shower is, and I’ll be fine.”


“You’re not showering alone. What if you fall, get dizzy, vomit again? You can’t—”


Zenon held his breath for a second. “So, you’ll wash your mate.”


He looked at Ghurva. Mates didn’t wash each other? Zenon hadn’t had anyone wash him once he’d grown old enough to do it himself, but he figured mates did if there was a need for it. He’d always imagined showing a softer side to his mate if he ever found his. No one did anymore. He believed, maybe as they’d grown more emotionless, the ability to mate had been erased. It was as if they were unable to connect with another being.


An ache spread in his chest again. He must be ill, must have gotten something while on the strange planet.


“Trust me, he doesn’t want girl cooties.”


Chapter 8