"You are Clara," he rumbled. His voice was so deep it vibrated right through the soles of her boots.
The alien stared down at her, his amber eyes blazing with possessive heat. The purr in his chest grew louder, shaking the very bed they sat on. "Then let me show you how much a Vandar prizes his bride." The Alien’s Mail-Order Bride by Ruby Dixon
The transport pod hissed as it pressurized, sending a cloud of cold vapor across the metallic floor. Clara clutched her small canvas bag, her knuckles white. She had sold everything on Earth to sign up for the Intergalactic Mail-Order Bride program. Earth was gray, overcrowded, and dying. Her destination, the jungle planet of Vandar, promised a fresh start. "You are Clara," he rumbled
Dax swept her up into his arms as if she weighed nothing at all and carried her to his skiff. They flew over sprawling, bioluminescent jungles that glowed with pinks and purples in the twilight. The purr in his chest grew louder, shaking
🚀 A scene where Clara explores the alien jungle. A protective moment where Dax defends Clara from a threat. A deeper romantic or domestic scene in their new home.
Dax stared at her as if she were a fragile glass sculpture. According to the agency dossier, Vandarians were desperate for mates due to a severe genetic imbalance on their world. But Dax didn't look desperate; he looked utterly transfixed.
His home was a massive cabin built into the giant trees, filled with soft furs, roaring hearths, and massive platters of strange but delicious-looking fruits. Dax was incredibly attentive, hovering over her to make sure she was fed, warm, and comfortable. He apologized constantly for his "roughness," terrified his size or claws would hurt her.