Lust flares hot and bright when Stella Aims’ world collides with the gorgeous and mysterious Noth Zobor. The tall dark stranger doesn’t speak a word of English, but Stella is happy to teach him everything she knows, including a crash course in the universal language of love. Their passion burns down to sweet and smoldering before Stella’s reality is completely spun around.
People aren’t always what they seem—but what if they aren’t even human?
Concerned that Noth’s been lying to her, Stella searches for him and walks into a trap straight out of a nightmare. When she wakes, she finds the real deception was far worse than she ever suspected, and her lover is not at all what he seems. Forgiving him might be the easiest thing Stella has to do, because getting out alive and saving her fellow humans from captivity and experimentation will be the toughest challenge of her life.
Can lovers from two different planets overcome forces that push them galaxies apart? When the fate of two species hangs in the balance, love may be the only thing strong enough to save them all and give hope for a new future.
I do love a good alien romance, and author Kimber Vale is here to deliver. Read on for character profiles of Noth and Stella from her ARe bestseller, Star Catcher!
The man was big, over six feet for sure, with linebacker shoulders. At five-eight, Stella was sometimes hard-pressed to find guys taller than she was, but this one almost made her look petite. He had marble-like pale skin, but not freckled as she might expect from someone so fair. His eyes were black. At least, they looked black from Stella’s vantage point, which was impossible, of course. Dark brown. Must be. They matched his black-brown hair, which stuck out in every direction and was of varying lengths, almost as if a three-year-old had butchered it for him.
“Noth. English,” the man said. Accent? She wasn’t sure, but she doubted he spoke fluent Spanish. His name didn’t sound at all Latino. He didn’t look it either. Damn. This one she’d consider special teaching for. Right after she gave him a proper haircut. His face was hard planes and angles—strong chin, sculpted cheek bones, and a stern, super-serious countenance. It was the sort of severe expression that made Stella itch to break it. Make him smile, or cry, or scream in orgasmic release.
Okay, Stell. It’s been way too long since you’ve been laid, obviously.
But darn if the Greek god of a man didn’t make her want to speak the universal language of love after just one look. She gazed around the class and saw that Mrs. Hernandez, mother of four, was drooling on her workbook.
“What do you like after kissing?” He followed her, his hand placed obediently in her much smaller one. “More snacks?”
Why did she attract the wrong sort of men all the time?
She wasn’t ugly. Stella had been told she had a beautiful smile and pretty green eyes by people other than her mother—moms were obligated to say such things. Her ex-boyfriend had been a huge fan of her curvy body, although she’d love to lose some of her ass. Of course, it was the first place she gained weight and the last place she lost it. All the jogging in the world didn’t make a difference when it came to her butt.
Her hair had been white-blonde since she was a child and had never gotten any darker, but Stella always wished it were more of a honey-blonde. Or maybe strawberry. The ultra-light color was like a freaky sideshow albino shade. She was afraid if she colored it and hated the results, there would be no way to reverse the damage. Stella wore it long, nearly to her waist, and straight as an arrow.
It was boring.
She often admired pictures in magazines of “real” hairstyles, but she was too chicken to go to the salon and request something drastic. So, the same old Plain-Jane hair remained. Most of the time, she ended up pulling it back into a lackluster ponytail or bun, so she really looked like the quintessential schoolteacher. Or maybe a librarian.
“Come on. Enough studying.” She snapped the book shut and grabbed his hand. “I just have to pay for this, and then I’ll show you what melting eyes scream tastes like.” She grinned evilly at him and had to laugh at his look of horror.
Noth had gazed curiously about her room as Stella closed the door and twisted the lock to the side. He thought she wanted more food, but did not see an eating area here, only sleeping quarters with a data-entry station. What did this strange Earth female plan to do now?
“I can think of something I wouldn’t mind snacking on,” Stella said, turning to him. Her mouth curved up and her eyes sparkled. They were such an attractive shade. There were no light eyes on Artanos. They reminded him of the color of growing things when the dry season ended and water fell from the sky once more. It was his favorite time of the year, when the land was so colorful and alive. Like Stella. She made everything more vibrant somehow.
The blood-pumping organ in his chest thumped violently, hard and fast against its confines, as she stood up on her toes to kiss him again.
Oh, good. More kissing. This is my favorite thing about Earth so far. And then eyes scream.
She must have changed her mind about the snacks. Noth had a large amount of the anatomy book to read yet, but this was so much better. He would definitely rather do kissing than learn about the human female reproductive system. Work could wait for one night.
The act was thrilling. It felt both unfamiliar and natural at the same time. He kissed her across her cheek and down her neck, working on sheer instinct as he nibbled her earlobe and teased the inside with his tongue. Stella’s breath was hot and fast against his skin. She seemed to enjoy his touch. How can this be? When Artanians attempted procreation, the act was nothing but business. But this was enjoyable.
Strange, she wiggled her body against his as if she wanted to be fertilized. Even odder, the notion appealed to him.
He did not even know if this human female was ovulating, as they called it in his anatomy book. He reached out and rubbed her mating area through her jeans. He could detect a hint of moisture there. Maybe she was at her fertile time? She was wet enough—not that he could ever mate with someone from this species.
The Earthling certainly seemed to want to try.
Mother of Scrion! Her hands were on his brackligg, stroking it up and down! Usually only the males did that for themselves before the fertilization act. Never the females. This felt like pleasure. It was nothing like work, or service, or duty—the words he associated with seed-sharing.
“I want to wrap my lips around your cock,” she whispered in his ear. He had no idea what this “cock” was, but he was willing to let her try. His brackligg jumped in her hands at the suggestion. It seemed to like the idea as well.
Before he knew what she planned, Stella was pushing him onto her sleeping pallet and removing his clothes. He could only stare, stupefied, as she lowered her mouth to his brackligg.
Their eyes met with her lips wrapped around his swelling body part, and she pulled off him long enough to ask a question.
“What? Do you like that?” Her voice was throaty, enchanting, and she took his brackligg back into her mouth before he could respond.
“Ahhh,” he answered, as understanding and pleasure crashed into him at once. “That is a cock.”
She removed her mouth again, but her fist continued to pump around his shaft as she spoke. “Oh, this is a cock all right.”
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