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Just Look at this Alien Fine-ness…
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“Who is Bash?”
“Is he the son of Callie, the baby alien adopted by Zadeon in Rescued—?”
If you were wondering this, you are not alone! Too many years and too many B-names have caused slight confusion, so here’s the scoop: Bash was mentioned at the end of Craved by an Alien (Dohrein and Gracie’s story) and was memorable for his brusque and curmudgeonly manner.
(He’s had some life happen to him to make him this way.)
(He was really, really fun to write.)
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Bash drags his fangs over his bottom lip and faces forward almost determinedly, adjusting his grip on the reins, making the leather creak a little, which makes me wonder if he’s thinking of holding my neck in his hands instead of leather straps. “I had no idea you would talk this much.”
“It’s just a few simple questions.”
“Try to ask less.”
“I don’t know if you know this, but you’re sort of grumpy. And… no offense? But you’re also a little bossy.”
A surprised sound breaks from the big alien’s mouth. “You’re… still… talking.”
“You told me to ask less questions. I didn’t ask anythi—” I stop moving my mouth on account of the way he cuts a look at me that holds a distinct warning vibe, if I’m not mistaken. I hold up my hand in surrender. To really illustrate how I feel about being dragged along only to be forced not to say anything, I let out a very speaking sigh.
Bash’s teeth meet, gritting together (his lips are drawn up high enough all his teeth are clearly visible) and his eyelids lower so that he’s either giving the path to the kiln house some serious bedroom eyes, or he’s irked and he’s going to dash my body against the canyon wall here in about two-point-five seconds.
“I’m being quiet,” I inform him.
“The hells you are,” Bash declares before clucking to the Nawari, who pick up their legs faster, increasing our speed.
Despite what he thinks, I do really good at not saying anything—specifically when I don’t say anything back to that.
If you’re all “BRING ON THE FIRE-BREATHING BOSS!”, then Yay! =D
(That’s an owl trying to pick up popcorn. Gah, they’re totally charming + grumpy-lookin’ = adorable.)
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I dislike people.
I *despise* humans.
A cruel mandate from one of my region’s rulers has saddled me with a slew of little alien humans: I’m to put them to work.
I run a rock quarry, where humans’ thin skin is a detriment to productivity.
Overseeing these humans is like trying to herd yanaks. If I don’t burn, beat, or strangle them to death by the day’s end, it will be a miracle.
I can tell the boss likes me, because I’m not dead. Bash is abrasive and acerbic, like an alien love child of Michael Caine and Miss Hannigan. And maybe Ebenezer Scrooge. Bash is a little… anti-human race.
But he’s not all bad. Sure, he’s a little growly and he sets things on fire when he gets mad, but even villains need a friend. And here? Bash is everybody’s villain.
Everybody’s but mine.
Warning: This book is the slowest of slow burns. It’s a 127K story with the personal puzzle parts not snapping together until the last stretch of the book. If you want to sink your teeth into a romance that hits the fireworks level fast, skip on this one. But if you want a sweet slow burn, then this one might be the book for you.
…(Especially if you love super grouchy heroes with big horns and bigger attitudes.)
Happy Reading!!!! =D <3