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  Flame

  Galaxy Alien Mail Order Brides

  Michelle M. Pillow

  Michelle M. Pillow

  Contents

  Michelle’s Bestselling Series

  Author Updates

  About the Book

  Welcome to Galaxy Brides

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  The Series Continues!

  About the Author

  If you enjoyed this series…

  Reading Guide

  Intergalactic Dating Agency

  Galaxy Alien Mail Order Brides: Flame

  © Copyright 2016, Michelle M. Pillow

  First Electronic Printing October 2016, The Raven Books LLC

  ISBN 9781625011404

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  Flame

  Vin (aka Flame) can’t believe he’s in yet another holding cell. Stupid Earthlings wouldn't know fun if it bit them in the hindquarters. Speaking of fun, the hot little number who claims she's a guard at the jail has been making his body respond in ways he’s very happy about. If only she’d get on board with the plan and help him escape back to his ship. First she’d have to believe he's an alien. Right now she’s taken to thinking he’s crazy.

  Welcome to Galaxy Brides

  A Note from the Author

  Dear Readers,

  For those of you familiar with my bestselling series, Dragon Lords, you’ve already been introduced to the Galaxy Brides Corporation and the services they offer lonely men and women of the future. What you might not have known is that Galaxy Brides (formerly aka “Galaxy Alien Mail Order Brides”) dabbled in taking grooms to destinations—namely Earth! Unfortunately, they found the alien males a little too hard to control once they landed on our surface.

  I hope you have as much fun reading this series as I’ve had writing it!

  Spark

  Flame

  Blaze

  Happy Reading!

  Michelle M. Pillow

  To My Awesome Husband, John

  Chapter One

  Hoover Dam Airspace, Nevada-Arizona Border, United States of America, Planet Earth

  Earth women better watch out. Vinglarkenbauer was on the prowl.

  Wait, no. His Earth name was Flame. He really needed to remember that. Otherwise, he might not blend in with the humans, and they would suspect he was an extraterrestrial.

  Earth women better watch out. Flame was on the prowl.

  “As we begin our quiet descent into Earth’s airspace, we are required to remind you to exercise caution while on world. Earth humans are not aware of alien life outside of their own. Informing them of it, or providing proof, is in direct violation of Federation law and your contracts. If questioned, please remember your onboard training,” the now familiar intercom voice instructed.

  Vin grinned as the Galaxy Alien Mail Order Brides’ luxury shuttlecraft brought him closer to their vacation destination. Well, technically, this was a matchmaking journey to find a bride. Their cousin, Kal, had used Vin’s and his brother Sev’s thumbprints to sign a contract on their behalves while they were passed out after a Summer Setting celebration.

  “Your Earth identification, local currency, and emergency retrieval button will be in your debarkation kit,” the announcement continued. Vin had never seen the man’s face, but his voice was a constant stream during the entire flight. “Please take a moment to memorize your credentials and to ensure the Earth name you chose upon contract signing is the same.”

  “They treat us like idiots,” Sev, his brother, grumbled under his breath. “We get it. Don’t tell people we’re aliens. They’ll panic.”

  “The only exception is any female you choose to mate,” Vin spoke along with the voice. He’d memorized this part of the announcement since the Galaxy Bride people only explained it daily during the trip. “All necessary papers will be filed for your new mate when you leave the planet.”

  Vin strapped himself into the chair next to Sev. “Where’s Kal?”

  “Probably signing us up to be fathers,” Sev grumbled, as he closed his eyes. “Why not force us to procreate? He already signed us up to be married.”

  “Give our cousin a break. Kal’s intentions were decent enough,” Vin said. “And you heard him. We just have to pretend to look. We don’t have to actually find a bride.”

  Vin ignored his brother’s surly behavior. Sev always meant well, but he carried the heavy weight of responsibility on his shoulders. Their parents had died when one of the mine’s air locks malfunctioned. The heat from Bravon’s surface had rolled in, instantly cooking those in its path. Death had been swift, and there had been nothing to place on the surface funeral pyres. Vin had been old enough to care for himself according to Killian custom, but Sev took on the role of parent anyway, always worrying.

  Going to a new planet, or really any planet that wasn’t their fireball of a homeworld, Bravon, always held some appeal. Unfortunately, this trip was tainted by the fact their cousin had signed them up to be grooms in exchange for a disc
ounted trip. Galaxy Brides needed to prove that Earth women were compatible to alien men, but not many men wanted to venture to such a remote location.

  Vin wasn’t as upset as Sev was about it, but he wasn’t eager to be given a deadline to find a wife.

  Galaxy Alien Mail Order Brides was a relatively new corporation with the goal of exploiting the need most humanoids had for companionship. In the Killian humanoids’ case, they were lonely ash miners living in the underground settlement of Frxsolis located in the Solarus Quadrant. They had very little by way of dating options, let alone marriage. His people had a roughness the rest of the universes lacked, so they certainly didn’t get many visitors. The Killian people’s tough personalities couldn’t take all the credit. The surface temperature of their world reached over seven thousand degrees during the one month of summer and trapped them underneath the ground in the mines. The other months were a little better. Ships with the proper solar protectant could land for only short periods of time.

  Kal thought it was hilarious to have stolen their thumbprints signatures while they were passed out after a celebration. And, since they’d willing walked onto the spaceship for what they thought was a luxury vacation, it would be hard convincing any legal entity that they had been duped.

  So, here they were, landing on a primitive planet in search of a wife.

  Searching didn’t mean finding.

  Vin would play along. He’d explore. He’d try to make sure his older brother didn’t have too bad of a time, and his cousin... The truth was, Sev had contemplated leaving Kal on the blue floating orb. So Vin would try to make sure his cousin made it back onto the ship when they left.

  “Why are you smiling?” Kal’s voice interrupted his thoughts as he joined them. Vin glanced over to see his cousin eyeing Sev. Kal took his seat to prepare for landing. “You’re coming around, aren’t you? Someone’s excited to be landing in a sea of females.”

  “Someone is imagining your face as I disengage the airlock into deep space,” Sev answered without opening his eyes to return Kal’s look.

  A nearby passenger gasped as if horrified by what Sev had said. Vin leaned forward in his chair. It was only one of the guys from the Werten fuel docks. He wasn’t sure what the alien’s lineage was, but the man was slender and looked a little sickly, or maybe he had never seen hard labor.

  “I almost feel sorry for the Earth woman,” Vin said. Apparently, ancient humans on Earth had recurrent contact with alien visitors and became blended with many alien races. They then, for the most part, forgot about aliens being real. Being remote and isolated, Earth became a unique location. It had all the sexual compatibility a virile male would need with none of the intergalactic politics.

  “Not everyone on this ship can be a Killian god.” Kal flexed his arms in the way shown on the Earth videos. They wore Earth clothing—tight denim pants, and gray t-shirts. During training, they were allowed to choose their style. All three of them picked the workingman attire without question. Sickly Werten man had gone for the rich businessman look.

  There were a few with strange sparkly jumpsuits and pompadour hairstyles. That group declared themselves royalty and did a lip curl and hip shake in the middle of conversations. Vin avoided them.

  “I don’t feel right about this,” Sev stated, not for the first time. “Earth is too remote and too primitive. We should not disembark. It is not too late to go somewhere else.”

  “Go where? Vin is banned from the Larceny Casino ships. We can’t afford the trip to Quazer, let alone Quazer itself,” Kal stated.

  “I hear the industrial smog stacks on Rayvik are breath-stealing this time of year,” Vin offered with a smirk. “Literally.”

  “They might be better than the humans we watched on the rogue transmission waves,” Sev quipped. “I do not trust the images Galaxy Brides shows us. The humans are too happy.”

  “Maybe there is something in their food supply, or water, or air that makes them happy?” Vin offered.

  “They claim the food and air in this Las Vegas sector of Nevada in the territory of the United States is safe for our biology,” Vin said.

  “Perhaps we will be happy after we ingest it as well?” Kal suggested. Then, to Vin, he added, “And I believe you only have to call it Las Vegas, not the Las Vegas sector of Nevada in the territory of the United States.”

  “Want to know what is safe for our biology?” Vin grinned. “The ladies. Oh, yeah, the sexy, fiery ladies. I’m going to find one of those sparkly ones with the giant feather headdresses.”

  “You have to admit, the personal droids in the suites were nice,” Kal persisted. “And the ship has been first class the entire way. When else will we have the chance to enjoy luxury like this again?”

  Sev grumbled an answer but nodded. “Sure, but the uploads weren’t enjoyable.”

  “We had to learn the language and culture somehow,” Vin said. “A small price.”

  “Stop finding excuses to be unhappy,” Kal said.

  “As we begin our final descent,” the intercom voice resumed, “please check to make sure you have your travel kits with you including your identification modules and Earth currency. Droids will be checking costumes as you leave to ensure everything is in order. And, again, we must remind you, anyone attempting to bring non-Earth contraband onto the planet will be severely fined. This includes Letame taming orbs, nef vials, Datlis harnesses…”

  As the man continued to list contraband items, Vin reached into the duffel bag they’d given him and pulled out his ID card. It read, “Flame Glarken.” Sev was named Blaze, and Kal was now Spark.

  Flame, Blaze, and Spark. Kal assured them that he had chosen tough, manly names for the planet. He had shown them an image of Earth women worshipping men with such names by sticking pieces of paper down their tiny hip coverings. Vin didn’t currently wear the hip coverings under his jeans. He found them to be too constrictive.

  “Due to the dense population and constant activity of the area we will be taking you to, emergency pick up could be slightly delayed in some sectors,” intercom man continued. “Please utilize the transmitters in your luggage the moment you encounter anything worrisome. We would rather have false alarms than an escalated situation. Should you find yourself in an escalated situation first try to remove yourself from the area. If you cannot remove yourself from the situation, do not panic.”

  “Escalated situations?” Sev inserted with a snort of disgust. “Why would we call for help? If a Killian can’t take on an Earthling and win, then we deserve to be left behind to rot.”

  “That’s the best thing I’ve heard them mention so far,” Vin agreed. “I could use a good brawl.”

  What Sev hadn’t been told was that Earth dangers weren’t just from Earthlings. Kal had confided in Vin that he’d heard some rumors on the back channel communication forums about the abduction of unsuspecting aliens by space pirates, who then sold them for secret Earth government studies in exchange for valuable planetary resources. Then there were reports alluding to cloning black markets where a healthy alien specimen were experimented on and studied like lab rats in a cage, which then led to the creation of something called a savant—a half human half alien hybrid—used by Earth’s organized crime families to track alien life forms. Though crude, it was an effective way of hunting offworlders trying to blend in. However, all of these were unfounded space gossip, nothing more. If he were to ask those same people about the Killian male, he’d hear warnings of alien flesh-eating and ritual sun sacrifices—none of which were true.

  “Try to remember there is no galactic traffic here,” Sev warned. “If this blister popping operation can’t get us out of trouble, we’re going to be trapped. It’s best to keep mischief to a minimum.”

  “I thought you said we could take the Earthlings in a fight,” Vin teased. “Which is it? Can we win, or are you scared of them?”

  “Do not make me solder your lips together,” Sev answered. Vin knew his brother prided himself on his fightin
g skills. They all did.

  “Focus on the ladies,” Kal said with a dreamy smile. “The sparkly, soft, pliable ladies who will all want us.”

  Vin smiled as the ship angled slightly. Kal slid in his seat. It was enough to shut his cousin up.

  “It is important to remember to inform your group where you are at all times,” the voice instructed. “Should something happen, they will be able to contact the Galaxy Alien Mail Order Brides ship on your behalf. If the local authorities arrest you, say nothing. We monitor all channels and will come for you. This trip is designed to ensure optimal mating opportunities for everyone. Please enjoy yourselves and be safe. Thank you for joining us on our maiden Earth voyage, and for choosing Galaxy Alien Mail Order Brides where we join hearts across the universes.”

  A holographic image of Earth appeared before them, showing their landing destination on the abnormally blue planet. By comparison, their homeworld of Bravon was an ashen, gray, desolate landscape with no surface water.

  The possibilities were endless for an entrepreneurial guy whose aim was to retire before the ash of the Bravon mines killed him. The average age expectancy on his home planet was frighteningly low. So low, no one discussed it. Besides, it wasn’t the Killian way to complain. Life was much better for those who didn’t work the mines, and in order for that to happen, Vin needed something he could sell.

  Killians loved three things—food, drink, and a good fight.

  Vin wanted more. He’d seen several of the elders end up as invalids, and his own parents had been melted in a heat blast.