Lian has always guarded her heart—but never against a Cygnian warrior.
A love that spans the galaxy—a bond that won’t be denied.
The Cygnian people are facing extinction. Offspring are rare and almost all are male. Without hope for finding a soulmate and creating a family of his own, Nuar follows his crown prince on a strange mission to a primitive planet filled with sentients whose apparent fragility hides strengths he would never have expected.
Lian Wei wants to keep working on her agricultural research without distractions. She’s one of the few Earthlings who know that aliens exist—and that they need Earth’s help to survive on worlds ravaged by overharvesting their resources. To make things worse, a new faction has risen in the galaxy determined to wage war.
The Cygnians have been neutral in the battles up to now, but with their sudden and unexpected interest in Earth, there’s a chance at an alliance that could further protect the aliens Lian now calls friends. She wants to help, but when Nuar and his fellow Cygnian warriors arrive in her home town, she can’t seem to get a grip on her reaction to Nuar.
Together, will they find a path to a better future for both of their people, or will their fears and preconceptions destroy their chance at a happy ever after?
“I am from a planet where everything is made of stone and crystal,” Nuar said, stalking toward her. “How was I supposed to know how delicate everything on Earth is?”
“How’s this for delicate, you jackass!” She pulled her fist back, then smashed it into his cheek.
If he had realized what she was doing, he would have stopped her. The idea of this tiny Earthling attacking him had never crossed his mind. He was surprised she’d even been able to reach his face, given their vast difference in height.
Though, he realized now that he had been stooping over to be closer to her. He had no idea why.
Lian’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. The anger in her expression turned to pain.
“Ffff..farfegnugen!” she shouted.
Nuar was pretty sure his translator was off on that one. He didn’t need to understand her words to know she was still enraged.
“My presence here is only upsetting you more,” he said. “I should go.”
But as he thought about it, he didn’t want to leave. Which was strange, because he should.
“I can ask the other Cygnian warriors for assistance,” he said. “I don’t know where to begin—”
“You start by saying you’re sorry,” she yelled.
She shook her hand. Her eyebrows rose and her mouth dropped open.
“Ow ow ow ow…” She brought her hand close to her chest, curling around it protectively.
“Duh,” she yelled. “You didn’t tell me that you also are made of stone and crystal, you jerk.”
He bristled, but focused on trying to assist. “I’m not. But the intense gravity and radiation of our home system has made our skin and tissues evolve to be extremely dense.”
“I have news for you. That’s not all that’s dense about you.”