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  Spark

  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

  The Series Continues!

  About the Author

  If you enjoyed this series…

  Reading Guide

  Intergalactic Dating Agency

  Galaxy Alien Mail Order Brides: Spark

  © Copyright 2016, Michelle M. Pillow

  First Electronic Printing October 2016, The Raven Books LLC

  ISBN 9781625011398

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  Spark

  Mining ash on a remote planet where temperatures reach hellish degrees doesn't leave Kal (aka Spark) much room for dating. Lucky for this hard-working man, a new corporation Galaxy Alien Mail Order Brides is ready to help him find the girl of his dreams. Does it really matter that he lied on his application and really isn’t looking for long term, but rather some fast action? Earth women better watch out. Things are about to heat up.

  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 Readers,

  For always being willing to take that next adventure with me.

  Chapter One

  Frxsolis Settlement Airspace, Planet Bravon, Solarus Quadrant, Modern Day

  “Welcome to GAMOB,” a cheery voice announced over the spacecraft’s intercom system.

  Kal grinned at his two cousins in excitement. The soft rumble of the ship’s engine vibrated along the back of his seat as they lifted off Bravon’s sweltering exterior. It had been years since he and his cousins had extended joint time off from their jobs mining ash, and even longer since they’d actually left the planet.

  During the cooler hours, which were inhabitable, to say the least, extendable turbines that harnessed the power of the nearby suns to sustain life below the surface dominated the planet’s horizon. Underground, the mining settlement of Frxsolis was made up of clusters of old decommissioned spaceships and hollowed tunnels. There was no mistaking or upselling Bravon as anything but a grimy mining outpost floating in an unforgiving solar system. It wasn’t exactly a known tourist destination.

  “No. You can’t do it like that,” a less enthusiastic man corrected over the comm. Turbulence caused the ship to rattle. “You have to say the name.”

  Vin’s dark eyes narrowed questioningly as he looked over from his seat. Kal nodded and smiled, trying to reassure him this wasn’t some half-rate tour he’d booked them on. “Don’t worry. They’re just training a new guy. Nothing to be concerned over. This is a class act operation.”

  “But we have grooms too, not just brides, so that doesn’t make it very clear,” the first intercom voice reasoned.

  “Grooms?” Sev leaned forward to look over his brother’s shoulder at Kal. “Why did that man say grooms?”

  “Doesn’t matter what makes sense to you. They fired the last guy who tried to cut corners,” the brusquer intercom voice answered.

  “Kal?” Vin insisted. “Why did he say grooms?”

  Both cousins stared at him. They were in the cabin of the small ship with a dozen other men. Once the shuttle was done picking up all its passengers in the surrounding quadrants, they would disembark onto the long voyage starship.

  Kal purposefully averted his attention forward. His cousins weren’t the only ones feeling anxious. Kal sensed the potent recklessness in the other men on board the small shuttlecraft. It was well hidden beneath their calm exteriors, but it was there. He felt like he was seated in a tinderbox waiting for a stray flare to ignite the frenzy within.

  Kal didn’t want to create a scene by answering his cousins right away. He’d planned on giving them an explanation once they were safely sailing the deep black and in their private cabin suite—far from where either of them could demand they be let off the ship.

  “Welcome to Galaxy Brides where we join hearts across the universes,” the first voice stated.

  “Um, no. Not like that,” the second voice corrected. “The management doesn’t like it when we shorten the name. Something about customer clarity.”

  “So every time we have to say—?”

  “Yes. Every ti
me.”

  “Ugh, fine,” the first man grumbled, then louder, he announced with much less enthusiasm than before, “Welcome to Galaxy Alien Mail Order Brides where we are joining hearts across the universes.”

  “Better. Wait. Blast it, are you leaving the comm on between announcements?” The popping sound of the intercom microphone being shut off ended the overhead conversation.

  “Why did that man say we’re on a mail order bride ship?” Vin demanded.

  “Do I look like a bride to you?” Sev asked.

  “Yes,” Kal and Vin answered in unison without hesitation.

  Sev frowned, unamused. He was always so serious, ever since his parents died when an air lock malfunctioned in the mines. Heat from outside flooded the underground shaft on the outskirts of the settlement. Since then, he’d taken responsibility for his younger brother. He only had few pleasures in life—reading, drinking after a hard day hauling ash, and a good all-out brawl.

  “It’s probably just a shuttle ride to our main ship, right?” Vin said. “Where is the layover? What’s our next ship?”

  Kal picked up a magazine chip on the consul next to him. “I told you, we’re going to that remote planet called Earth. You remember it, right? I showed you those rogue transmission waves from there.”

  “The one with the men wearing strange costumes and hats, kneeling in lines and shooting primitive weapons at each other while not bothering to get out of the way?” Sev grimaced. “I cannot comprehend any reason to fight in such an unfortunate manner unless their population is so large that is how they deal with it.”

  “No one could understand what they were saying,” Vin put forth. “The language was gibberish.”

  “They have women. They have food we are able to digest. They have a breathable atmosphere,” Kal pointed out. “And a big selling point is they’re so primitive that they haven’t officially discovered life forms off their own planet yet. That means no inter-alien politics like we were forced to deal with last time. We will easily blend in with the local humans.”

  “Primitive? Then won’t they notice a bunch of aliens landing there?” Sev’s stern expression did not lessen. “Why can’t we go to the Larceny Casino ship again? The point of leaving the settlement is to meet women and relax. Drinks, dancers, games, and—”

  “The Larceny drinks are too weak even for a non-Killian male, dancers are too expensive, and Vin was thrown out of the games last time and banned from coming back,” Kal answered. “I checked.”

  “Worth it,” Vin inserted with a grin as if he remembered the destruction his fight had caused. “That man was a sun-boil, and the Larceny games are rigged.”

  “Don’t worry about the details. It’s all been arranged.” Kal waved in dismissal. “All you have to do is have fun.”

  Sev arched a brow.

  “Blister’s sake, Sev, it is all taken care of. I promise, Killian Safety Squad Leader,” Kal mocked.

  “Reassure me again,” Sev ordered.

  “Earth beings are humanoid, compatible to us. That means the woman will want us,” Kal explained. “The ship we’re taking is cutting edge. Once we break into deep space, we’ll get our own suite. The Earth language is uncomplicated and will be uploaded into our brains on the way there. Earth currency and identification modules will be provided. We’re good to go. And, I’m told the city has games if you want them, just like the Larceny ship.”

  “ID modules? What are they going to say? I’m Sevglarkenbauer from the solar planet of Bravon? This is my brother Vinglarkenbauer, and my cousin Kal-blister-ass-bauer?”

  “Of course not,” Kal assured them. “I told you, the general Earthling population doesn’t know aliens are real. We’ll have everything we need in our travel kit, so we’re undetectable while on the planet. When I signed us up, we were allowed to choose Earth sounding names. Don’t worry. I picked good ones for us. Tough names the Earth women will think are sexy and want to adulate. I saw footage of them worshipping men with names like these. They were screaming and putting green paper offerings into the males’ undergarments. Here, I’ll show you.”

  Kal turned on the magazine chip and brought up the small holographic image of a blue planet. The strange coloring was a contrast to their ashen homeworld. Bravon was an unforgiving place with harsh temperatures that could spike to nearly seven thousand degrees in the one summer month.

  “Is that place even inhabitable?” Vin asked doubtfully.

  “Completely.” Kal pushed a button to show a bright, shiny city on the surface. The tall buildings flashed with lights. “This is the settlement we’re visiting.” He pushed the button again to show a shiny man in a loincloth standing in an odd pose with screaming women around him. There was no sound, but their mouths opened wide as the man shook his hips in circles. “See. They worship these men. Vin, your Earth name is Flame. Sev, your Earth name is Blaze. I’m Spark.” Kal grinned. “They all are manifestations of fire. That way the ladies will know we burn.”

  “I have no desire to marry and burn a wife,” Sev stated.

  “Burn in a pleasurable way,” Kal insisted.

  “I knew what you meant,” Sev grumbled, then louder, he added, “This idea is ridiculous.”

  “Hey, keep your voice down.” Kal shushed his cousin. “They can’t know we’re not serious. Because we’re poor lonely miners living in a settlement with no marriage options, they gave me a discount on the trip if we promise to give testimonials after we find Earth brides to say how happy we are. They need to prove that Earth women are compatible with alien men, but they’ve been having a hard time getting males to sign up to try their services. Only a few Earth beings know there are other life forms on other planets, and that is the reason why Galaxy Brides can’t go plucking them off the surface. How would it look to take terrified women and then introduce them to the likes of us?”

  “I have no desire to—” Sev repeated.

  “Hey, you don’t have to do it.” Kal interrupted, with a meaningful glance at a passing droid.

  “I have no desire to be Earth’s first contact,” Sev grumbled. “And I don’t want someone telling me I have to marry a primitive bride.”

  “What is the corporation going to do? Make us choose a mate?” Kal waved his hand in dismissal. “Just play along. Why do you have to complicate things? We’re out of the ash mines. We’re heading to a luxury ship, and soon we’ll be shown to our luxury suite. Enjoy it for the adventure it is.”

  “Anything else we need to know about this luxury trip?” Vin asked.

  “You might have signed a contract that you’d make every effort to find a wife,” Kal said, not meeting his cousins’ gaze. When they continued to stare, he sighed, and added, “I grabbed your thumb signature when you were passed out after the Summer Setting celebration last year.”

  Silence met his admission. Sev arched a brow.

  Suddenly, Vin began to laugh. He slapped his hand down on the top of his leg. “Oh, sunlight, you’re good! I never suspected.”

  “This isn’t funny,” Sev stated. “Contractual obligations are—”

  “Lighten up,” Vin dismissed. “Admit it. He tricked us. We had no idea what we were getting ourselves into. I think it’s great. A new planet, a new adventure, and,” he took the magazine chip from Kal and held it up to his brother, “look at this place.” He flipped through the holographic pages. “The women are…”

  Kal had seen the images before, but he looked again. Scantily clad women wore sparkling bodices and private coverings with giant feathery hair adornments. Even their skin seemed to sparkle in the light. Everyone smiled and acted like they were having fun. Females in short pants brought strange drinks on round trays as males stared at gaming tables. How many women did a planet have where the men were more interested in holding thick paper rectangles and throwing tiny squares around, rather than appreciating the beauty all around them?

  “Damn, they look pliable. And not all rough and…” Vin touched the holographic image of a woman’s face.
“And…soft.”

  “Imagine it.” Kal had visualized it often. From the many holographic images he’d seen over the years, he’d created his dream woman. If anyone asked, he was going to Earth to have a good time. But, secretly, in a deep place within himself that he would never admit to his cousins, he wanted more. If he wasn’t out drinking and sparring with the other miners, he was alone in his room, staring at the walls. That equaled a lot of lonely nights—lonely, lonely nights.

  Kal refused to get his hopes up in case this service turned out to be a sham. He wanted to believe that he was one leap away from meeting her—the woman who he would make his own—but he wasn’t delusional. The best he could hope for was some moments of fun and an adventure to occupy his thoughts with memories later.

  Of course, marriage brokers didn’t need to know he didn’t intend to marry. In the end, did it matter that he lied on his application? He didn’t expect to find anything long term, but rather some fast action. Fleeting fun was better than no fun at all.

  “Soft? So not like the Killian gals, aye?” Sev mocked, drawing him from his thoughts.

  There was nothing soft about a Killian woman. Like the men, Killian females grew up in the mines, and could hold their own. Kal answered, “The corporation assures me they’re sexually compatible. They’re humanoid, like us, and should acquire no serious injuries when we service them. However, they did warn me that they bruise easily and that we should not punch them or fight them.”

  “So definitely not like Killian women,” Sev said.

  “We are entering deep space,” the intercom voice announced, “and en route to planet Earth. As many of you know, ancient humans on Earth had frequent contact with many of your humanoid ancestors and are a blending of many alien races. This makes Earth a unique planet to visit—all the compatibility with none of the intergalactic politics alien mating can sometimes incur. Earth languages are also very similar to our own, so the sounds they make should not be upsetting to your ears. You have been chosen for this first trip to a sector called Nevada, in the territory the Earth people call the United States. The dense population and constant activity of the area will ensure optimal mating opportunities for everyone. There are also local officials everywhere near the landing site if the female you choose requires a local ceremony before takeoff. We can help you arrange such an event.”