Mating Dean took longer because it become something I wasn’t expecting…
There is a darker side to the Intergalactic Marriage Council that no one was aware of, and this changes everything.
Natalie wants a simple life and chooses to marry a man from Zeylan through the Intergalactic Marriage Council. When she arrives on the planet, nothing is as she expects, and she must mentally adjust.
Can the intense pleasure she finds with her match overcome the reality of her situation?
Each book in the Zeylan Bride series is stand alone and can be read in any order. If you like it, check out my Otan Bride series as well for more arranged marriage erotica set in the same universe.
Mating Dean is my longest story yet, and may be one I expand later since there is a lot more story to it that didn’t come out. I’m still working towards doing longer form steamy romance, but I may stay in the erotica category before I transition to steamy romance. But this story proved to me that I may be ready to go longer sooner than I thought. I am toying with the idea of moving to longer form erotica after series 2 is finished.
He’s taller than I am, and I’m five feet, ten inches tall. I’d estimate he is in his 50s, which is perfect since I like older men. His broad shoulders and muscular chest make me thirsty, and my pussy gives a twinge to tell me she likes what she sees. He’s wearing black combat boots, grey rugged trousers, a black t-shirt, and a brown ratty jacket that looks as if it’s seen better days. His hair is brown with grey at the temples and reminds me of a stark military cut. His facial expression is fierce, as if he’s got the weight of the world on his mind. This is the type of man who takes what he wants out of life, which gives me a thrill. If this is my match, I’m all on board.
Silently chanting in my head, “please God, let this be my man,” I’m self-conscious and attempt to make sense of my hair on top of my head. I twisted it up with no mirror and now I’m concerned I looked like a crazy bird person with bright red corkscrews springing out all over my head. Shit, why didn’t I try to make myself more presentable? I knew it was probable I was going to meet my man today.
As the man approaches us, he grins at Axiss. “I see you guys made it safe!” His jolly tone intrigues me, since my initial impression was of a stoic man.
When he turns his smile towards me, my heart flutters. Long dark lashes surround his baby-blue eyes and a tiny pang of envy stabs me. It’s always the men with naturally gorgeous eyelashes.
Those blue eyes twinkle when he holds out his hand in greeting. “I’m Dean. It’s nice to meet you, Natalie.”