Close Encounters Of The Sexy Kind
Karen Kelley
ISBN 0-7582-1172-4
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Beam Me Up, Hottie…
Sex with the perfect man is overrated, especially if your Mr. Perfect is a robot, and you know there’s something better out there. Can Mala help it if “out there” is way out there? Her grandmother, an intergalactic traveler, left a diary behind describing the exceptional lovemaking talents of Earth men. There’s also a documentary that depicts a comely young woman and a rugged-looking person she calls “Sheriff.” There are no Sheriffs on Mala’s home planet. Solution? Head for Earth and get one of her own…
Sheriff Mason McKinley is having one hell of a week. First, the local conspiracy theorist called a bunch of reporters to town in search of Bigfoot, and now he insists he’s seen a UFO land out near Devil’s Bend. But when Mason rides out to investigate, instead of little green men, he finds the sexiest woman he’s ever laid eyes on. Though Mala’s odd behavior—an obsession with the naked channel, straightforward offers of sex—might have something to do with amnesia, what red-blooded American male wouldn’t feel lucky? Still, Mason doesn’t want to take advantage of a lost soul…however much she wants to be taken advantage of…
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Earth guys are easy…
Mala struggled through the brush, thorns scraping her legs, letting more of her blood flow. Where was the weakness that came with the end of life cycle? If this was what it felt like to extinguish, then it wasn’t so bad. She might yet see a bit more of this planet.
If she hurried.
A burst of energy bolted through her as she pushed forward, clamoring into the clearing, landing on her knees when her legs tangled with bushes.
Exhilaration, and yes, regret swept over her. She’d made it out and was still alive, even though the light around her was fading fast.
“Ma’am, you okay?” a deep voice spoke from high above her.She jumped, her gaze jerking upward. He sat upon a black shiny animal that pranced beneath him, the fading light washing over man and beast.
His hat was pulled low on his forehead, practically obscuring his rugged features. What little breath she had left, he was stealing away from her as her gaze traveled over the handsome stranger. Her inspection of the human came to an abrupt halt when her gaze landed on the star penned to his shirt.
“Sheriff,” she whispered. Tears formed in her eyes. How appropriate that she should see the man in the documentary: Debbie Does The Sheriff. Not that this one looked exactly like the other one, but he was the same breed.
“Ma’am, you okay?” he repeated.
“No,” her voice hitched. “I’m…” She sought words he would understand. “Well, hell, I’m dying.”
All the strength drained from her body and she collapsed on the ground.
