Blossom and the Alien Actor (Intergalactic Brides Series)

A purple Alien male stands in front of French doors.

By Jessica Coulter Smith

Tags: #scifi #aliens #Christmas #HolidayRomance #AlienRomance #SingleMom

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ABOUT THE BOOK

Blossom has struggled all her life, never able to claw her way out of the worst neighborhood in Los Angeles. Her loser ex-boyfriend isn’t who she thought he was, and now she’s in deep trouble — but Christmas is the time for miracles, and Blossom needs one now more than ever. She just doesn’t expect her miracle to arrive in such a sexy, purple package. When the notorious alien actor Brexton knocks on her door, she does what any rational woman would do — she slams it in his face. Wishing for a miracle is one thing, but having the heartthrob of Hollywood on her doorstep isn’t what she had in mind.

Brexton has always wanted a mate and family, though he’s never been blessed with either. When he hears about a single mom who’s in trouble, he knows he can’t leave her to face her fate. Having a door slammed in his face hadn’t factored into his plans, but that one glimpse is enough for Brexton. He’d do anything to get another look at the sexy female with blue hair, and a body that would feature in all his future dreams.

Despite danger lurking around every corner, Brexton is determined to give Blossom and her children a Christmas they’ll always remember. Now that he has the family he’s always wanted, he’ll do whatever it takes to keep them safe, and hopefully share the first of many holidays with his new mate and kids.

BUY LINKS

Get it at Changeling Press on December 7th

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Or Pre-Order for December 14th

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Blossom-Alien-Actor-Intergalactic-Brides-ebook/dp/B07KX572QF

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EXCERPT

Brexton scowled at his manager. “You want me to do what?”

The little human rolled her eyes. “I want you to hand out toys to poor children,” she said.

“But why?”

“Because it’s Christmas and doing something good for those less fortunate will look good. You’re making a lot of money from the humans on this planet, Brexton. Christmas is the time to give alittle back.”

“I don’t understand your human holidays.” He ran a hand through his newly cut hair. He already missed the length, not that it was exactly short. “Which one is this? The one with the rabbit that lays eggs?”

His human manager coughed into her fist. “Um, no, that would be Easter. Christmas is when Santa comes to visit all the good little boys and girls to leave gifts under the tree. Well, for those who celebrate and believe in Santa. Or can afford to put gifts under the tree. There are a lot of religions that celebrate during this time of year, but Christmas with Santa is the one people seem to focus on the most.”

“What is the point of this Santa person? If he’s giving out gifts, why do I need to?”

“Are you being serious right now?” she asked.

He sighed. It wasn’t that he was opposed to helping people who needed it, but he didn’t understand why toys were important this particular month as opposed to all year long. If children needed toys, why wait and only give them out this one time? And if those families couldn’t afford toys, did they have food or shelter? Handing out toys didn’t seem like it would do much of anything to really help. He’d much prefer to make sure those families could eat a good meal, or not worry about where they were sleeping. If Santa was giving out toys, wasn’t his money better used elsewhere?

He stared at his manager and waited for a better explanation. Sometimes human customs baffled him.

“You are being serious, aren’t you?” she asked, her brow furrowing. “Brexton, you’ve been on Earth for nearly ten years and have become something of a superstar among actors. How can you not know how Christmas works?”

He just shrugged.

“Fine. I’m going to email you the address of a church that’s hosting an event for poor children. They’re not calling it that, but that’s what it is. You’ll help Santa hand out toys, mingle with everyone while they open presents and have refreshments, and then you can go donate money to whatever charity you want. But you’re going to this event!”

“I’ll be there, even if I don’t understand the significance,” he assured her.

“I sometimes think you don’t pay me nearly enough,” she muttered as she walked off.

Brexton shoved his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his heels. If Christmas was such a big deal on Earth, then maybe he should do something for someone in need. But he didn’t have the first clue how to go about finding someone who needed his help. He doubted the Terran center in his hometown of Los Angeles would be of much help. While they did hire some humans, mostly the center was staffed by his people who were trying to better the human/alien relations. Although, some were probably like him. On his world, he was no one. Just another warrior amongst many, and he’d never really cared for battle. Coming here had given him a chance at a new life, and he’d hoped it would include a mate. So far, he hadn’t found the right woman, though plenty had tried to get him into bed.

Plenty of females flocked to him, but he’d been warned they wanted his money or his fame and not to trust them. He’d tried dating some of the women in his profession, but that hadn’t ended well either. They all wanted something from him, and it wasn’t a family. Not unless they thought giving him a family would benefit them in some way. That wasn’t the type of mate he wanted. While he loved acting, there were times he wondered if he’d made the right decision, or if should have stayed on his home world and taken a chance on finding a mate through the bride program.

One of the interns who worked on set wandered by, and Brexton reached out to stop him. What was his name? Something with a J… Joshua!

“Joshua, if I wanted to help a family in need, where would I go?” he asked.

“You mean like adopting a family for the holidays?” the intern asked.

He didn’t quite understand what that meant, but he knew the term adoption. Perhaps that was the human phrasing for helping a family over the holidays?

“Yes. Is there an agency or a church that would be able to give me the information I need to provide a nice Christmas for a family who is poor?”

Joshua scratched his head. “You could try the Department of Human Services. I know they have a lot of programs to assist those less fortunate. Not sure you’ll get someone on the phone this close to the holidays though.”

OTHER BOOKS IN THE SERIES

Each book in the Intergalactic Brides series can be read as a stand-alone romance, but you may enjoy the series more if they’re read in order.

Brielle and the Alien Geek
Victoria and the Alien Doctor
Avelyn and the Alien Daddy
Charlotte and the Alien Ambassador
Hazel and the Alien Biker
Jacie and the Alien Bodyguard
Caitlyn and the Alien Protector
Celeste and the Alien Bartender
Rory and the Alien Groom
Ella and the Alien Gamer
Summer and the Alien Guard
Heidi and the Alien Cop
Haven and the Alien Mechanic
Abbie and the Alien Official
Jennifer and the Alien Badass
Rena and the Alien Warrior
Blossom and the Alien Actor

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Award-winning author Jessica Coulter Smith has been in love with the written word since she was a child writing her first stories in crayon. Today she’s a multi-published author of over seventy-five novellas and novels. Romance is an integral part of her world and she firmly believes that love will find you at the right time, even if Mr. Right is literally out of this world.

Find Jessica on Facebook / Twitter / Instagram / jessicacoultersmith.com.

A new Christmas Anthology from Changeling Press authors – A Changeling for all Seasons – Volume 9

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Author: Ana RaineAnne KaneAyla RuseCJ EnglandCrymsyn HartDahlia RoseJudy MaysJulia TalbotLena AustinLily VegaRuth D. KerceSara JaySean Michael

Cover Art: Bryan Keller

BIN: 008665-02800

Genres: Box SetsNew ReleasesParanormalRomanceUrban FantasyThemes: ChristmasElves, Dragons & Magical CreaturesMagicShapeshiftersS

Book Length: Box Set

Page Count: 464
Price: $5.99   $4.79

Thirteen tales of Christmas Magic from your favorite Changeling authors!

Ayla Ruse — Racing Wild: A wild race can lead to anything — even love.

Anne Kane — Tinsel Wars: Braedon intends to win the final skirmish in the Tinsel Wars!

Ruth D. Kerce — Christmas Cowboy: Chaz breeds horses. What’s a cowboy supposed to do with a herd of reindeer?

Dahlia Rose — Silver Bells: Tia was the sexy little elf that made Danny Grinch’s Christmas that much hotter.

Crymsyn Hart — Sleigh Balls: Instead of snow this Christmas, it’s raining reindeer!

Lena Austin — Ghosting: Ghost hunting means sometimes you find a ghost you weren’t expecting, when you aren’t even looking.

Judy Mays — Jingle Buds: Dr. Jon Claus finds the perfect woman when Emily Olson’s grandmother gets run over by a reindeer!

Julia Talbot — Merry X-Moose: Can a were-moose and a Santa-obsessed Elf fall in love — and save Christmas at the same time?

Lily Vega — Wicked Game: All’s fair in love and war during Santa’s Reindeer Games.

CJ England — Snip! Snap! Dragon!: With a fiery Snip! Snap! a passionate modern day dragon lures his forever mate into the flames.

Ana Raine — White Stag: When the scent of peppermint reaches his nose Crane knows he has to remember or lose it all forever.

Sara Jay — Sleigh Ride: Can one magical sleigh ride deliver love to two lonely Elves?

Sean Michael — Five Golden Beads: When kinky gifts begin arriving, Shay knows it’s time for a visit from his very own special Elf

ThrowBack Thursday! Changeling for all Seasons #3

Price: $5.99   $4.79

Eleven tales of Christmas Magic from your favorite Changeling authors!

Fire and Ice by Lacey Savage: When Elle’s best friend asks for a favor on Christmas Eve,she learns there’s more than frozen yogurt in the walk-in freezer.

Frost Bite by Tuesday Morrigan: The Fates give Julian three days with Jacklyn. Three days to change the course of history.

Sophie’s Present by Anne Kane: Dandy knows just what to do to make Sophie’s Christmas the merriest ever.

Canine Cop by B.J. McCall: Ranger Cooper Holt makes a Christmas wish. Sometimes you get what you wish for…

Christmas of the Damned by Marie Treanor: When Sol rescues a wounded wolf, their meeting is only one of the miracles of Christmas.

Summoning by Leila Brown: Johnathan’s crazy college roommate sends him a Christmas present with a set of instructions…

Canine Call by B.J. McCall: A rescue mission brings Attus and Jynx together on a full moon Christmas…

Suspicious Surprises by Camille Anthony: Only true love will guide two lovers through this Christmas minefield of suspicious surprises.

His Guardian Angel by Kate Hill: Angel is the only one who can tame Gannon’s beast, giving him the greatest Christmas gift of his life.

Satisfaction Guaranteed by Kira Stone: Ambrose, a Changeling, is eager to help Thomas with his quality control problem…

Haulin’ Hawg by Lena Austin: BD has plans that involve bungee cords and a motorcycle to prove his love.

Publisher’s Note: The novellas in A Changeling For All Seasons 3 (Box Set) have been previously published.

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#Throw Back Thursday – Yule Ties: Oops! A humorous Christmas short story

1Author: Anne Kane

Cover Art: Bryan Keller

BIN: 07866-02538

Genres: Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary)ParanormalRomanceRomantic Comedy

Themes: Christmas

Series: Yule Tied (#1)

Book Length: Novella

Page Count: 36

Stephanie, Jackie and Caroline. The three women have been friends for years, and they’ve built themselves a nice bed and breakfast /ranch operation. But with less than a fortnight to Christmas, a ruthless banker has swindled them out of their beloved home. What will they do?

Well, kidnapping him and holding him hostage until he decides to do the right thing sounds like a good plan. Unfortunately, it all goes hilariously wrong when they discover they’ve kidnapped the wrong man. Bondage, obedience classes and more are needed to make sure there’s a Merry Christmas this year!

Excerpt

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Copyright ©2016 Anne Kane

“Help me get these hobbles on him.” Caroline motioned Stephanie to hold the man’s legs while she twisted a length of rope around them, leaving just enough slack for him to hobble slowly. “I don’t aim to carry the no-good critter into the cabin.”

Jackie pulled the van up to the front of the cabin and killed the engine. “And we’re home!”

A very loud expletive emanated from under the blanket as Caroline pulled the hobbles a tad tighter than necessary.

Jackie turned in her seat and slapped the side of his legs by way of acknowledgement, secretly glad of an excuse to hit him. After what this guy had done, none of them felt any sympathy. Hell, if they could have gotten away with it, they would have tied him to the roof of the van for the trip to the cabin.

“On your feet, Mr. Smartass.” Caroline pushed the carpet-wrapped banker toward the side door as Stephanie slid it open.

Jackie helped her to tip the guy upright, and between the three of them they pushed and pulled the reluctant package into the cabin, ushering him into the extra bedroom just off the Great Room.

“Should we untie him now?” Jackie felt an unwelcome qualm of guilt as the man coughed hoarsely through his gunnysack hood. What if he had asthma? Or allergies? She wasn’t the kind of woman to actually want to hurt a person. At least not too badly.

“Hang on a second. Need to set the scene for him first.” Caroline’s Texas drawl thickened noticeably, a sign she was anticipating some fun. Pivoting on one foot, she disappeared into the back of the cabin, returning with a rifle slung carelessly over one shoulder.

“You can undo him now.” Pulling a fully loaded magazine out of her pocket she slapped it into the .22. “With any luck he’ll give me a chance to use this.”

Stephanie rolled her eyes, but didn’t say anything as she glanced over at Jackie. They both knew Caroline wouldn’t hurt a flea if it was biting her on the ass. She did look intimidating though, and that’s what they were counting on. The plan was to scare this son of a bitch into giving them back their ranch.

Jackie loosened the rope and pulled the blanket off Mr. Smithers’ head. Good thing he had one of those short military haircuts, nothing long enough to catch in the rough fabric as it pulled away from his head.

The way he glared at her once his head was free had her tempted to put the blanket right back on again. The man looked dangerous!

Actually, he looked a lot younger than Jackie had expected. She’d pictured him as a middle-aged, white-haired slightly balding banker type, but he was anything but. He looked like he could model for one of those military places, or maybe do a recruitment poster for the Navy SEALs. Bankers weren’t supposed to have all those hard angles and bulging muscles.

As if to prove her point, the man brought his hands up, snapping the rope off them with a quick movement of his hands, before he paused and took a good look around. “What the hell? A bunch of women? What is going on?”

Jackie scrambled backward out of arm’s reach. Maybe they should have thought this through a little better. She didn’t know about Steph or Caroline but the thought of their quarry fighting back hadn’t even entered her mind.

“Go ahead, Mr. Smartass. Make my day.” Caroline brought the gun up to her shoulder, sighting down the long barrel as she drawled out the famous phrase.

“Seriously?” The man shook his head, obviously not impressed. “That’s a .22, not a real gun.”

Caroline moved the barrel slightly to the side and pulled the trigger, sending a shot into the chinking between the logs.

“Hey, be careful!” Their captive looked a little less amused. “Those things can ricochet, you know!”

“I am very much aware of what this little baby can do. Now strip before I decide to see if there’s real blood running through those veins of yours, or just ice water.”

 

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Throwback Thursday! Christmas is coming and so are the Tinsel Wars…

1A little early, I know, but it’s kind of dull and grey and COLD up here in my world. Nothing like a little magic and the promise of a shiny holiday to cheer me up! I’ve written a lot of Christmas stories over the years, and this is one of my favorites.

Happy Reading!

Anne Kane

 

Blurb:

Misty knows if Braedon finds out about her parents, he’ll never want to see her again. She can’t face loving him just to have him turn on her when he discovers the truth, so she pushes him away — far away, to the ends of the world they both know.

Braedon knows what he wants, and he won’t be easily discouraged. The annual Reindeer games are coming, and he has a plan that will throw Misty right into his arms. He intends to win the final skirmish in the Tinsel Wars!

Excerpt:

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Copyright ©2015 Anne Kane

“Seriously?” Misty stared at the brightly colored ornaments dripping from every branch of the giant Christmas tree in the ballroom. Braedon stood to one side, admiring his handiwork. “Don’t you think you’re overdoing it a bit?”

Braedon gave a negative shake of his head, the corner of his mouth lifting in a satisfied smile. “Not at all. The Reindeer Games are all about Christmas, and Christmas isn’t about holding back. It’s about magic and brilliantly shiny decorations and getting your heart’s desire.”

Was she imagining that simmering spark in the depths of his eyes? It had been over two years since the infamous Tinsel Wars had ended their ill-advised affair and sent them fleeing to opposite ends of the North Pole.

Santa wasn’t big on dissention in the ranks.

A gorgeous hunk of Elf like Braedon must have had dozens of brainless little Elf twits throwing themselves at him every day. Once he got over the shock of her deliberately ruining their relationship, he probably hadn’t given her another thought. She shouldn’t have overreacted earlier.

So Braedon was here at the Reindeer Games. Big deal. It had been two years. He’d probably settled down with a nice Elf and maybe even had a few little ones by now. Only, she couldn’t bring herself to ask him because she couldn’t imagine how she’d react if he confirmed it.

“That’s true, but it doesn’t mean you need to get tacky. Here.” She pretended she didn’t see his brows rise toward the ceiling as she stepped up to the tree and began to systematically strip two-thirds of the decorations from the branches. “Less is sometimes more.” She paused a moment, tilting her head to study the denuded fir, then quickly rearranged a series of shiny red bells to fill in some of the now glaring bare spots.

Ever since he’d arrived at the Reindeer Farms, Braedon had been acting like there was nothing wrong between them. After the tinsel fiasco at Christmas Central, she’d expected him to be mad, or upset or something. Anything. Their budding relationship aside, she’d damned near derailed his career prospects. He had to know she’d done it deliberately. This calm facade of his was driving her insane!

She imagined she could feel his gaze boring a hole in her back. She really needed to work on her overactive imagination. It was just possible that she’d meant that little to him.

Taking a deep breath she silently recited her new mantra. I am me, not a reflection of my family.

Okay, that wasn’t helping. Maybe she just needed a drink. Or two. Or a case of one hundred proof mistletoe juice. Unfortunately, that would have to wait until after they finished decorating the tree for tomorrow night’s opening ball of the Reindeer Games.

“You do know I have a degree in artistic tree arrangements, right?” Braedon carefully replaced each of the removed ornaments back on the tree, a hint of laughter in his voice.

Laughter? Seriously?

“Really? I hadn’t heard. You think you’d be better at it, then.” Misty stepped to the far side of the tree and began to remove items again. She hated how catty she sounded, but his attitude was starting to piss her off.

“Can’t see how. Did I mention that I won the Decorator’s Choice award last year for my work on the sixty-foot tree outside the Christmas Central depot?” Stepping to her side, Braedon carefully took her hand in his, stopping her from reaching for any more of the unfortunate decorations.

Up close, the tangy smell of his cologne sent the blood racing through her veins. Damn. She’d thought she could handle a few days in his presence, but now she wasn’t so sure.

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