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Precious Cargo : BWWM Alien Romance
Precious Cargo : BWWM Alien Romance
Precious Cargo : BWWM Alien Romance
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Precious Cargo : BWWM Alien Romance

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Captain Leticia "Tish" Williams doesn't pick up passengers but when Fleet U'rbech, a handsome blue-skinned alien, makes her an offer she can't refuse, Tish finds herself with a companion who might be more trouble than he's worth.

Captain Leticia "Tish" Williams is a down-on-her-luck freighter pilot, stubbornly holding onto her father's cargo ship while her fiancé, a high ranking officer in the Intergalactic Alliance, begs her to give it up and get a good, steady government job.

Tish's life gets only more complicated when she picks up a passenger, Dr. Fleet U'rbech—a sexy, blue-skinned alien with a secret—he is number one on the Intergalactic Alliance's most wanted list.

Tish and Fleet have to flee across the galaxy on a mission to save his home planet, dodging asteroids, IG ships and an indescribable attraction that becomes more and more electric as they near Fleet's home planet.

Can Tish deliver her cargo and passenger without succumbing to his alien charms?

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LanguageEnglish
PublisherAnna Lewis
Release dateFeb 24, 2019
ISBN9781386130512
Precious Cargo : BWWM Alien Romance

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Precious Cargo - Anna Lewis

Precious Cargo

Chapter 1

I don’t carry passengers , said Captain Leticia Williams of the cargo ship The Carrion. Leticia—or Tish as her friends used to call her, back when she had friends—thought that fact would be obvious to anyone with even a minor understanding of space travel. I’m a cargo ship.

Her ship, The Carrion, was nothing special to look at: a boxy Neptune IV class freighter that bore a striking resemblance to cargo freight boxes that her mother used to show her in old history books about Earth. Not only was The Carrion ugly as sin, but it was also docked in a bay clearly marked Cargo Ships Only. If her potential passenger had either brains or eyes in his head, he’d have known that he was trying to book passage on a cargo ship.

I understand that, the man replied, and I have cargo, too.

Tish flicked her eyes up and down the man standing in front of her. He was tall, taller than she was, which was impressive considering Tish towered above most of human males she encountered. But this male was most definitely not human.

Although humanoid in form, the man in front of her had a dark hood flipped up over the top of his head, covering his bright blue skin as best he could.

Despite the hoodie, passersby still stared at him. New Denver spaceport was a primarily human station and this man, with his azure skin, definitely drew attention. This was a welcome change for Tish, who, with her dark ebony skin and black, waist-length braids, usually stood out like a sore thumb in primarily Caucasian ports. It was kind of nice to have someone who was even more noticeably different that she was.

Still.

This guy was getting to be a bother.

Look, Buddy, I’m sorry, Tish continued, but I’ve got to get straight to the Canasis system before next week. I don’t have time to drop off passengers or stop for any sightseeing.

The alien’s golden eyes lit up and his face split into a wide grin. That’s perfect! he said. My final destination is just two parsecs from Canasis. I can ride along with you and then hitch a ride home from there.

Tish sighed.

Look, Buddy, she began. I’m sorry, what’s your name? I feel weird calling you ‘Buddy.’

It’s ‘Buddy’, the alien informed her, his face solemn. That means ‘holy one’ in my native tongue.

Really? Tish had never met a Trionese person before and spoke absolutely none of their language.

The alien nodded, serious for a moment, then chuckled. No, I’m just messing with you. Sorry. I’m actually called Fleet, he told her, stretching out one strong, blue hand toward Tish. But you can call me ‘Buddy’ if that means you’ll let me ride with you to Canasis.

"I already told you, Fleet, Tish said. I only take cargo, not people."

I’ve got credits— Fleet began.

So do I, Tish cut him off, lying through her teeth. She was deeply in debt and everyone knew it. Less than a year ago, during a random inspection at a customs port, her entire cargo hold had been deemed contaminated with a Venutian virus and the whole shipment had to be destroyed. The Intergalactic Administrators took interplanetary contamination very seriously.

The only reason that Tish herself had escaped a fine was because her fiancé, Administrative Comptroller Lennox Lewis, had intervened on her behalf. So now, instead of owing the IA credits, she owed Lennox a favor. Or ten.

Tish scrubbed one hand over her tired face. This job was supposed to be bigger, it should have covered her expenses for a whole quarter and knocked off a bit of her debt, but when she arrived in New Denver, she discovered that the client had downsized the job and her fee would be less than a third of what she expected.

The new rate wouldn’t even cover a month of expenses, let alone a whole quarter.

Look, Fleet said, pulling his grey hood even further over his face and around glancing around the cargo bay. "I’m not a difficult traveler. Stow my cargo in the hold and give me some out of the way corner to sleep in. I won’t make much noise,

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