She’s sure that aliens aren’t real—until she falls for one.
Sabrina knows that aliens don’t exist, even if her grandpa keeps telling people stories about his best friend, Craig—the giant, white-furred, four-armed Lyrian. If one more person mentions the “Space-Sasquatch,” she’s going to start throwing things—even if that person is a gorgeous, mysterious guy skulking around her pet parlor late at night. With his pet iguana. Oh, and by the way, he says they’re both aliens, too.
When Len volunteered to help Cyan, the Vegan’s xenobiologist, collect DNA samples from Earth cats, he had no idea it would be such a dangerous mission. He thinks he’s lucked out when the human who catches them turns out to be the granddaughter of their contact on Earth—until she starts throwing things. Who knew she’d be so sensitive about her grandpa’s friendship with a Lyrian?
But their quest for cat DNA has caught the attention of another alien hanging around Sabrina’s home town—and this one isn’t looking to make friends. Can Len and Sabrina keep the people and pets of Harbor safe?
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“Your name is Sabrina Davis,” Len said. “Your grandfather is Marvin Davis.”
She opened her mouth to speak, a moment of confusion passing over her features, but then they settled back into the anger he was beginning to recognize.
“I told you to leave my grandpa out of this.”
“But he’s the reason we’re here,” Len said. “Craig reached out to him and Marvin let us know you were keeping several cats here that aren’t related, giving us the perfect opportunity to collect a wide sample of—”
“There’s no such thing as aliens!” Sabrina nearly shrieked. “I’ve had to listen to this my whole life from the townies, and I sure as heck am not going to put up with it from some stranger who’s probably only out to write another satire piece about the crazies in Harbor who think that Bigfoot is a four-armed, blue-faced, white-furred space Sasquatch.”
“Lyrian.” Len spoke as gently as he could.
“What?” Sabrina bit out.
“Not space Sasquatch. Craig is a Lyrian.”
She hissed in a breath through clenched teeth. “I hate you so much right now.”
“You don’t know me well enough to hate me.” He smiled at her, but she only scowled harder.
“Really?” She arched an eyebrow at him and crossed her arms over her chest awkwardly, still holding onto that strange, ineffective weapon.
“Okay, this situation is… We got off to a bad start,” Len said. “Can we just start over?”
Cyan let out a little hissing laugh.
Len looked over at the Vegan and said, “Not helping.”
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USA Today Bestselling author Cassandra Chandler uses her vivid imagination to make the world more interesting, spawning the ideas she turns into her whimsical Science Fiction romcoms and darkly evocative Paranormal and Urban Fantasy Romances. Fast-paced and funny, lighthearted or dark, her stories will introduce you to characters you want to be friends with and worlds where you’d like to build a vacation home.
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