Cindy Foreman

“We won’t let them take us,” he vowed.

Ava cupped his face in her hands. “I love you, Jak’ri.”

Dipping his head, he brushed his lips against hers in a tender caress. “I love you, too. More with every breath I take.”

Desire flared to life as she drew him down for another kiss, this one deeper, hotter, and pulse-poundingly arousing. “Make me forget,” she pleaded, between teasing strokes of her tongue. “Make me forget everything but us and the way I feel when I’m in your arms.”
― Dianne Duvall, The Purveli

“Ava motioned to the darkening passage that led from the cave. “This is the first time I’ve set foot on an alien planet. And even though it bears a general similarity to Earth, there are enough differences to make me want to walk around like this all the time.” Widening her eyes, she dropped her jaw until her mouth formed a large O and gaped at the walls around them in exaggerated amazement.

Jak’ri laughed.

“I’m serious,” she insisted with a grin. “I saw a butterfly today that was the size of a duck!”
― Dianne Duvall, The Purveli

“They offered to sedate you? Jak’ri asked.
Yes. I refused, she said. No way am I waking up with some freaky lizard baby in my belly.
He stared at his brother. What kind of experiments do you think they’re performing, Ava?
I don’t know. But a hell of a lot of alien abduction stories told on Earth seem to revolve around aliens impregnating our women and probing men’s butts.
Ziv’ri gaped. What the srul kind of aliens have been visiting your planet?”
― Dianne Duvall, The Purveli

“You’re thinking about her breasts now, aren’t you? Ziv’ri asked.
Ava grinned. Yes, he is, she answered telepathically.
Jak’ri gasped.
Oh ho! Ziv’ri crowed on a laugh. You’ve made my brother blush, Ava. I haven’t seen his face this red since Mother caught him—
Do not finish that sentence! Jak’ri ordered.”
― Dianne Duvall, The Purveli