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The sequel to The Scorpion's Mate...
A desperate escape from a prison cell inside an alien research facility leaves Joanie in the clutches of an alien with a handsome face, a great body, and tentacles that could have come out of a horror movie. Her life back on Earth is a mess, but nowhere near as complicated as her new situation becomes when the alien test subject named Nemon decides that she's his mate.
Nemon knows that Joanie is the mate he's hoping for as soon as Thrax hands her to him, but he can also see that she's frightened and traumatized. He must win a battle against his own body - which has a mind of its own--to maintain control, so he can win her trust and avoid frightening her further. His newfound friends warn him that Joanie will need time to accept him, and Nemon is willing to wait, but they all may have underestimated Joanie.
They have escaped their fate as Iriduan test subjects, but Nemon and Joanie can't escape the legacy left behind by their captors. A legacy that brings them together - a legacy that also threatens to tear them apart.
Author's Note: 18+ This book contains explicit scenes unsuitable for younger readers.
234 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 20, 2018


Nemon has been alone for a decade, hiding in waterways underneath the facility that created him. Until he helps a group of other test subjects escape and is given the greatest of gifts; a mate. He knows Joanie is his mate, but he has a battle on his hands to convince her of that. When Joanie is rescued and thrown into the arms of a massive tentacled man, she thinks her life has gone from bad to worse. Only, it isn't quite as it appears. Nemon may look like a monster, with his beautiful upper body and his powerful tentacled lower body, but she is beginning to think he's also everything she ever wanted.Before, I had thought myself attracted to him in spite of his tentacles, marveling at his ripped upper body and refined facial features. Now, I was more intrigued by those alien parts of him. The parts that promised an experience beyond anything I could find on earth.

"I can't trust these feelings. I think...," I swallowed the lump in my throat, "I think I need therapy more than I need a boyfriend right now."
I never imagined that I would end up being held in his tentacles while I cried my eyes out and poured out my problems to him like he was a therapist.
She threw me another searching glance. "You all good, Joanie?"
I understodd what she was asking - the unspoken question. Was I afraid of him and did I need someone to help me extricate myself from his company?"


