Creating a Bond: Destined Hearts, Book 1

One minute I was running for my life, trying to escape 3-foot-tall aliens with way too many eyes, and the next minute I woke up to a 7-foot-tall purple guy with the sexiest voice calling me his “heart.” You see, the creepy guy who cut off some of my hair and ran away a few weeks ago? Well, he got my hair to these aliens, and their scientists decided I was fated to be with Mr. I'm Purple and Sexy. Oh, and Mr. Sexy – not his real name, but I can't pronounce that – had some alien version of essential oils pumped into the room to make me “more receptive” to him. Which I was. Oh, I was. Let’s just say when I saw his package I thought: Ribbed. For her pleasure. And pleasure? That’s apparently what is supposed to happen in the “bonding room.”

This is a short story of 5,000+ words. It includes some explicit, naughty fun with a large purple alien.