Left for dead in a clandestine Earth prison, Pyth felt utterly abandoned. His hatred for humans is the only thing keeping him alive, though just barely. He seizes the opportunity to break free and finally get revenge. Escaping Earth is another story. Injured, with nowhere to go, Pyth is forced to take refuge in a bubbly human child’s playhouse. Except, where there are children, there are also adults. Victoria needs a superhero. Being a single mom, with a psycho ex-husband, while running her family farm, is exhausting on a good day. The camouflaged alien she discovers hiding in the backyard isn’t exactly who she had in mind. She’s terrified by the savage alien’s claws and razor-sharp spikes protruding through his skin, that rattle like an enraged cobra. Not to mention other daunting body parts. If it weren’t for her daughter’s plea to help him, she’d instantly call the authorities. Forsaken, battered and bruised, trust doesn’t come easy for Pyth or Victoria, but love and desire have a funny way of overcoming a universe of differences and healing a world of hurts. Caution – This book has adult content and may have triggers for some.
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Thank you for your interest in my fairy tales. Here's to the imagination and a little daydream. https://www.amazon.com/author/stephan... http://www.stephaniewestauthor.com https://www.facebook.com/StephanieWes... Writing is my hobby. As a child, I had a hard time learning to read, so anything I took an interest in was deemed acceptable. I have always enjoyed fairy tales, the older unsanitized versions, as well as the modern ones, mythology, science fiction, action and romance. As I read, my mind wanders, spinning its own tales. So, I figured I’d share my ramblings with you. The books I write contain little snippets from my life. I leave it to you to decide which scenes are fact, fiction, or a bit of both. I am far braver and bolder than is likely sensible, so my heroines are just as gutsy. I'd probably be categorized as an adrenalin junky. My life has been an adventure. I've done archaeology in the hot sun, am well versed with power tools, took Tae Kwon Do in college, have ridden on a Harley with a dark stranger, but never met an alien, vampire or shifter, that I know of. My stories are tawdry, feature a heroine who is gifted in some way, and will always end happily ever after. It is my opinion this is meant to be entertainment, and a depressing ending is not entertainment. Real life offers enough depressing crap. However, I have been called dark. My apologies for my horrific grammar. It is something I struggle with. It is probably connected to the slow reading thing. Believe me people have tried. I truly hope that my fairy tales make up for it.
