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أجمل زهرة
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الروايات الرومانسية الاجنبية
رد: Sci-Fi Romance, Fantasy Romance and Aliens Collection
Barbarians of the Dying Sun Series
by Aya Morningstar
http://www.mediafire.com/folder/pwtwudx7t93xl/Camera
1. Barbarians of the Dying Sun -
I was abducted. Taken. Claimed.
He’s a teal-skinned alien who thought he was rescuing me–of all things–but on his brutal and unforgiving world, rescuing me means he owns me. To make things worse, his claim on me is the only thing keeping me alive.
No one is stronger or fiercer than my new alien owner. He wears nothing but a loincloth, which barely covers his muscular body. His weapon of choice is a “skullspear,” which he uses to poke through the skulls of any male he tries to touch me. I don’t know exactly what he’s packing underneath that loincloth, but he’s not at all shy about letting me know what he’d like to do to me with it.
As frustrating and overbearing as he can be, I need his protection. The sun is dying, and the whole world with it. To survive, plants and animals have all evolved to become as deadly as possible. Even the women have come to be just as strong–and masculine–as the men, which means that my soft curves and full chest make me pretty much the most attractive thing on this whole damn planet.
As strong as he is, I have no idea how we are going to survive when the whole world is out to get me. The only thing I know is that he’s going to protect me with a fierce intensity which burns brighter than the dying sun.
2. Barbarian's Mate -
I was taken as a slave, but then he claimed me as his own.
After being abducted out of my car on Earth, I was sold as a slave on an alien world.
The man–or alien–set to watch over me is forced to wear a mask which covers his face. It's said that one whiff of my scent would send any man on this planet into a frenzy of lust. I don't quite believe it, at least until my owner–a ruthless and deranged prince–gets a taste of my scent. One look at those wild eyes, and I know he's going to hurt me.
The only thing standing in his way is my masked protector. Even without my scent, I've seen the way he looks at me. If i could convince him to escape with me, then just maybe I'd have a chance. He can be insufferable, dense, and frustrating; but I don’t think he’d hurt me. He says that outside the capital, the world is dying, dangerous, desolate.
Still, I'll take my chances with him, even if it means letting him claim me.
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