An Alien Prince for Thanksgiving

The last thing I expected this Thanksgiving was to meet an alien prince.

Because I have no life and no friends, I'm working a shift at the convenience store on Thanksgiving. I expect the day to be completely uneventful.

Then a freaking UFO lands in the parking lot.

Sani is a 7-foot-tall green man with 12-pack abs, and he's a prince from the planet Eler. Even crazier? He is in search of a mate because he needs to repopulate his kingdom.

And he wants me to be his mate...

***Get ready for Thanksgiving with this sweet and sexy short story containing cavity-inducing instalove, a baffled heroine, a well-equipped alien prince, and a HEA! Part of Romance Books You Should Be Reading: The Holiday Collection, a collaboration between your favorite authors of paranormal and scifi romance!***

Excerpt:

My eyes almost leap out of my head when Sani casually lies next to me. “Oh, are we sleeping together?” I ask.
Surprised, he asks, “Does that make you uncomfortable? Should I sleep on the floor?”
Willing myself to sound as cool as a cucumber, I say, “I’m fine.”
He looks unconvinced. “I don’t mind sleeping on the floor. I’ve slept on more uncomfortable surfaces.”
I shake my head. “I’m fine,” I say again, though having Sani’s tall and muscular body so close to mine is causing my heart to race.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” I say, though I’m totally not.
He nods. “Okay.”
For the next few minutes, we lie in silence. I try to go to sleep, but my every cell is so aware of Sani. I can feel his warmth and smell his scent, which is sweet and spicy. I wonder if it’s his natural scent or a cologne. Do people on his planet wear cologne? I watch him out of the corner of my eye. The more I look at him, the more handsome I find him.
“Can’t sleep?” he asks.
“Are you considered attractive on your planet?” I blurt out. Oh, for the love of God, why did I ask that?
Luckily, he doesn’t seem offended by my question. “I guess so.” Then he asks me, “How about you?”
“I’m pretty average.” I’m not ugly, but I’m not beautiful. On my best days, I might be called pretty cute.
“Really? I would’ve thought you were well above average.”
I suppress a giggle. If a human guy told me that my looks were “well above average,” I would’ve been like, “What the f**k?” But for some reason, when Sani tells me that, joy warms my insides. “Thank you.”
“Do you find me attractive?”
I stare at him, at all of his defined lines, smooth green skin, all-violet eyes, full dark blue lips. “Yes,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
He strokes my cheek. “Do you mind if I kiss you?”
I breathe, “I don’t mind.”