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  Haunted Alien Honeymoon

  Stargazer Alien Reality Show Brides #3

  Tasha Black

  13th Story Press

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  Contents

  Tasha Black Starter Library

  About My Big Fat Alien Wedding

  Haunted Alien Honeymoon

  1. Olivia

  2. Wayne

  3. Wayne

  4. Olivia

  5. Olivia

  6. Olivia

  7. Olivia

  8. Wayne

  9. Olivia

  10. Wayne

  11. Olivia

  12. Lex

  13. Olivia

  14. Wayne

  15. Olivia

  16. Olivia

  17. Wayne

  18. Olivia

  19. Wayne

  20. Olivia

  21. Olivia

  22. Lex

  23. Olivia

  24. Wayne

  25. Olivia

  26. Wayne

  27. Olivia

  28. Olivia

  29. Wayne

  30. Wayne

  31. Olivia

  Tolstoy (Sample)

  1. Anna

  2. Leo

  Tasha Black Starter Library

  Intergalactic Dating Agency

  About the Author

  One Percent Club

  Tasha Black Starter Library

  Packed with steamy shifters, mischievous magic, billionaire superheroes, otherworldly alien mates, and plenty of HEAT, the Tasha Black Starter Library is the perfect way to dive into Tasha's unique brand of Romance with Bite!

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  About My Big Fat Alien Wedding

  Can she resist an alien with animal magnetism?

  Wayne is still new to this planet, but he is already wildly in love with reality show host Olivia Fontaine. He spends plenty of time with her, since she’s hosting a series of shows about his brothers’ double wedding and honeymoon - but he can never seem to get her alone to tell her how he feels. The big, hunky alien is determined to keep his secret powers under wraps and stay on Olivia's good side so that he won’t miss his chance to win her over.

  Olivia Fontaine has spent most of her career in front of the camera, when what she really wants is to get behind it. She’s finally on the production team of her current project, and she couldn’t be happier. If only her personal life were as rosy. Her two best friends already married alien brothers on the shows she’s hosted, and it feels like everyone’s waiting for Olivia and brother number three to get together. But she can’t let herself fall for Wayne when she’s so close to fulfilling her dreams. If only the big alien weren’t so unbelievably sexy...

  When their on-location honeymoon shoot in beautiful Costa Rica seems to be under siege from paranormal forces, Olivia is eager for support from any source. Will she let Wayne get close enough to help her make her dreams come true? Or will they both be haunted by what could have been?

  If you like strong women, sexy aliens, wild adventures, steamy sensual scenes, and happily-ever-afters, then you’ll love the world of Stargazer:

  Stargazer Alien Reality Brides:

  -So You Think You Can Marry an Alien

  -My Big Fat Alien Wedding

  -Haunted Alien Honeymoon

  Haunted Alien Honeymoon

  1

  Olivia

  In her dream, Olivia ran.

  She knew it was a dream, because instead of pounding the L.A. sidewalks with her running shoes as she normally did, her bare feet instead slapped dark, loamy soil.

  She flung herself along the winding trail, through trees choked in vines and mist.

  Animals moved alongside her, most of them hidden from her view. But here and there she could see flashes of fur and scales, hear the shiver in the leaves.

  Moments ago, her dream self had been hiking through the trees when she noticed the birds flying in her direction - tiny finches and bright parrots, sailing through the branches overhead in perfect silence.

  She had looked down to find that even the ants were marching the same way.

  If Olivia’s love of movies had taught her one thing, it was that animals ran from an apex predator. And what she was seeing was like something out of Jurassic Park.

  So she ran too, some primal instinct for protection uniting her with the other creatures.

  With the prey.

  There are no dinosaurs here, she told herself firmly.

  But it sure looked like a place where dinosaurs would live.

  Huge trees with waxy leaves disappeared into the low-hanging clouds above. The air was thick with clinging humidity.

  Where am I? What am I doing here?

  There was no time to figure it out.

  Olivia ran on, past bright, fragrant flowers, splashing through puddles, her heart racing.

  The path narrowed and headed steeply downward.

  Olivia followed, sliding a bit in the muck, but managing to stay upright.

  An ocelot appeared on the path beside her for a moment, sunlight dappling its glossy fur before it leaped back into the foliage.

  The path opened suddenly into a clearing.

  Olivia blinked against the stage lights.

  No.

  They weren’t lights.

  They were reflections.

  A waterfall.

  Golden sunlight sparkled off the wall of water and shimmered in the mist it created.

  In the pool beneath the waterfall stood a man. He was waist-deep, his broad, bare back facing her.

  Droplets of water glistened on his muscled form.

  She knew him before he turned.

  “Wayne,” she whispered.

  She wanted to warn him, to tell him to run.

  But there was no place to go but the cliff face that formed a solid backdrop for the waterfall. And the animals were no longer running. The trees had gone silent.

  She turned back and swore she felt the gaze of a thousand unblinking eyes, watching, waiting.

  “Olivia.”

  His voice was dark and deep and cut right to the center of her being.

  She turned her back on the trees to feast her eyes on him.

  He was glorious.

  She wouldn’t normally stare. She would try to remain professional.

  But everything was so strange today.

  Wayne gazed at her. His dark eyes glittered dangerously with lust.

  Olivia’s breath caught.

  He moved toward her, the water lapping the angles of his hips.

  She moved without realizing what she was doing, finding herself at the edge of the pool, inches from him.

  “Jump in, Olivia,” he told her, his voice commanding.

  No one commanded Olivia Fontaine.

  But she found herself jumping anyway, feeling the twin sensations of cool water and his warm arms all at once.

  In spite of his enormous size and molten-lava-deep voice, he held her gently, his big hands spanning her waist, an expression of tenderness softening his masculine features.

  “Wayne,” she murmured in surrender.

  “Olivia,” he replied.

&n
bsp; “Olivia,” someone else called out.

  Hadn’t they been alone?

  She turned back to the trees, but they had all disappeared into the thick clouds.

  “Olivia,” the other voice said again.

  Wayne’s arms were no longer around her, though something held her snugly. She could still taste his incredible scent and feel his warmth.

  “Oh god, she was sleeping. I’m so sorry,” her friend Ruby’s voice whispered.

  Sleeping.

  She had been dreaming. She’d known that, but then it had started to seem so real.

  The jungle was gone now. She could feel the rumble of the van, the seatbelt snug against her hip.

  But Wayne was still there.

  She must have fallen asleep on the way from the airport to the resort, and slumped over onto him as she slept.

  He smelled incredible. And she could feel warm muscle against her cheek even through his t-shirt.

  All she wanted was to breathe him in.

  Instead, she sat up quickly, blinking and stretching so he wouldn’t think she had stayed there soaking him in on purpose.

  “Hello, Olivia,” he said.

  Dear God, his deep voice made her name sound like a sexy moan even when she was awake.

  “Hello, Wayne,” she said crisply, smoothing her skirt over her legs and patting her hair. “Sorry about that. I fell asleep.”

  Wow. She was the queen of the obvious now.

  Which was fine, as long as her dumb statements didn’t betray her helpless attraction.

  “You may sleep with me anytime,” he told her solemnly.

  She wondered if he understood the meaning of those words.

  She doubted it. The men from planet Aerie were far too polite to proposition a woman in a van full of people.

  Ruby giggled from her seat up front, next to Parker.

  “How long was I out?” Olivia asked.

  “About an hour,” Margot told her.

  “You have missed seeing many trees and small houses,” Kent said. “But we have seen no monkeys and no sloths.

  The six of them had traveled together all the way to Costa Rica, studying up on their destination on the flight. They were all excited to see monkeys and sloths.

  “Well, I’m glad I didn’t miss the first sloth sighting,” Olivia said. “Is Al getting some footage of this drive?”

  “He knew you would ask that,” Ruby said. “He texted earlier for us to let you know he got tons of it.”

  “Excellent,” Olivia said, smiling at her friends.

  Producing and hosting a major reality show was exhausting and she had just shot two in a row. This would be the third.

  But she had made great friends along the way. And their success pretty much guaranteed she could write her ticket when she got back to Hollywood.

  She was hoping that meant a full-length feature or documentary - legit stuff. The kind of filmmaking that could make a difference in the world. The kind that meant she could get out from in front of the camera and focus on producing and directing.

  “How much longer until we get there?” Parker asked, making Olivia think of her younger sister on family car trips when they were kids.

  “Maybe another hour,” Ruby told him, smiling indulgently. “Are you getting restless?”

  “I have been on a spaceship that traveled light years to find you,” he told her. “But yes, I am getting restless, actually.”

  Olivia smiled.

  These men from Aerie, if you could call them men… They inhabited human forms, but they were so different in many ways.

  She admired Ruby and Margot for marrying Parker and Kent. They were signing on for a lot more than loving a big hunky guy. They would be teaching their new husbands how to be human for the rest of their lives. Lives that would now belong at least in part, to the public.

  And that’s another good reason not to fall for Wayne, her inner critic pointed out.

  She wanted to tell her inner critic not to worry about it.

  Obviously she wasn’t going to trade away her career by getting personally involved with the subject of her show.

  Obviously she didn’t have time in her life for a gigantic alien boyfriend when she was about to have all her work dreams come true.

  Obviously she could control her urges.

  At just that moment, he locked eyes with her and smiled.

  Something warmed and loosened in her chest as she smiled back at him.

  “Hey, a service station,” Kent called out. “Can we stop?”

  Sure enough, there was a little gas station on the side of the road.

  Up front, the driver’s walkie-talkie buzzed.

  “Cameraman says let’s gas up here,” the other driver’s voice said fuzzily.

  “Okey-dokey,” their driver replied, pulling in.

  The van bumped onto the gravel driveway and came to a stop in front of the pumps.

  2

  Wayne

  Wayne followed the others to the service station, still blinking away the haze of satisfaction he had felt with Olivia resting her small body against his.

  She marched crisply toward the station now, the clip of her tall shoes completely at odds with the soft breathy sound she had made right before waking up.

  “Look,” she cried out, pointing at a sign in the window of the station.

  Like a herd of graxen, the whole group turned at once to follow her gaze.

  His little mate was a powerful leader. Even gentle demonstrations like this one made Wayne fierce with pride.

  A hand-painted sign in the shop window said:

  Authentic Tarot Card Readings

  Medium speaks friendly English

  He read it again, wondering if there was such a thing as speaking unfriendly English.

  “This is fantastic,” Olivia said, treating the group to a twinkly-eyed smile.

  “Do you believe in that stuff?” Margot asked doubtfully.

  “Of course not,” Olivia replied. “But it’s fun, and it’s local color - perfect for the show.”

  “What is local color?” Parker asked Wayne quietly.

  “I do not know,” Wayne admitted, glancing around. “It seems to be mostly green.”

  “I, uh, need some B-roll footage of Margot and Kent,” one of the cameramen called out.

  “Right now, Lex?” Olivia asked.

  “I took some back in Stargazer,” Lex replied. “But the lighting was no good. It won’t take long.”

  “Fine,” Olivia said. “Margot and Kent, go with Lex.”

  The two peeled off and followed the cameraman with the thinning yellow hair back toward the van.

  “The rest of us can have our cards read,” Olivia said, opening the door into the filling station.

  Wayne quickly stepped in after her, leaving his brothers in the dust.

  The mate bond aroused his desire to protect Olivia. The instinct was strong, in spite of the fact that she was highly capable and in no actual danger that he could perceive.

  And also in spite of the fact that he had not yet told her she was his mate - a mistake he intended to correct as soon as he could get her alone.

  Though getting her alone was proving more difficult than he could ever have imagined. Olivia was always working, always socializing with her friends, always busy with something. Wayne had started to wonder if she ever actually slept.

  “Excuse me.” Olivia smiled at the elderly man behind the counter. “Can we really have our tarot cards read here?”

  Wayne noticed that the man glanced furtively to the side before standing.

  “Yes, señorita,” he replied in a creaking voice. “One moment.”

  “Thank you,” Olivia said, turning back to the group and smiling widely.

  “Estrella,” the man called in his hoarse voice.

  For a moment, there was no sound but the soft tinny music on the radio behind the counter.

  Then came a tinkling of tiny bells as a woman appeared in the back of the
store. Her pale skin contrasted with a very thick cloud of black hair that appeared to be prevented from floating away only by the red scarf that tied it to her head. She wore a homespun white blouse and a blue-green skirt.

  “What do you want?” Her accent was different from the man’s, with slightly extended vowel sounds at the ends of some of her words.

  Wayne was reminded of the machine that made Tom Hanks big. Although he wasn’t worried. The woman was clearly not a machine, and he was already very big.

  “These visitors want a reading,” he rasped back to her.

  “Come, come this way,” the woman said, heading toward the back door.

  Wayne heard the sound of tiny bells again and wondered which part of her was adorned with them.

  They followed her out the back door and into a shaded backyard, where the woman sat down at a wooden table flanked by two benches and gestured for the group to sit opposite her.

  Olivia seated herself in the middle of the bench opposite the woman. Ruby and Parker sat on one side of her, and Wayne took the spot on her right.

  “I am Madame Estrella,” the woman said. “Do you know about the cards?”

  “Hang on a sec, please, Estrella,” Olivia said, then looked over her shoulder. “Al, are you getting this?”

  Wayne turned back to see Al there with a handheld camera, giving her a thumbs-up.