Phate's Mate: The Thelli Logs
(Intergalactic Dating Agency)
by A.M. Griffin
GENRE: Sci-fi Romance
BLURB:
The Peacekeeper. When his shy neighbor knocked on his apartment door, Phate’s mission to stay off the humans’ radar until the rescue team arrived changed in a blink of an eye. He not only wants to tell this delectable human about alien existence, but he also wants to take her back to Thelli with him.
Getting to know her was proving difficult when his new mission involves joining a dating app in an effort to see if humans are compatible enough to join the Intergalactic Dating Agency.
The Workaholic. Tasha worked hard building her small business on Main Street and didn’t have time for distractions. With a fire-cracker best friend and three new mysterious neighbors, Tasha was finding herself thinking of something other than her boutique for a change. But fate? Fate has a way of intervening, and she finds out the hard way that she can’t run or hide from her feelings, especially when distraction as fine as Phate lives right next door.
Excerpt:
Would it be too much to ask to slip inside her apartment without having to run smack dab into Phate unfolding his massive body from a cab?
Yes. Because fate seemed to be playing a cruel trick on her. Both versions.
At seeing him exiting the cab, Tasha did what anyone who had a crush on their sexy as hell neighbor would do. She cursed under her breath, put her head down and hurried up the front steps, trying to make it to the apartment building door while frantically hoping he didn’t notice her.
“Tasha!” Phate called out just as her hand reached the door.
Again. Fate was cruel. Oh, so very cruel.
Tasha could pretend not to hear him and run inside, but that would make her look…crazy, weird, scared? All of the above. Her heart pounded against her ribs. She closed her eyes and tried to rein in her panic.
One. Two. Three.
Tasha swallowed. There was no need to behave this way.
Get it together.
She took a deep and steadying breath and turned to greet him with a fake smile plastered across her face. “Heeeyyyy, you.”
He had on clothes that matched this time—somewhat. She wasn’t quite sure if purple and orange normally went together, but on him it looked as if a professional had styled him. He could never walk a runway. His build was too big and bulky, and his gait was more predatory than model-isk. And she loved it. All of it. The entire package.
He walked toward her; brow crinkled. “Phate. My name is Phate.”
Eyes up, don’t look at his powerful legs. “I know. I was just…”
What? Was caught off guard by how fine he looked and couldn’t get her hormones in check to act sane for two seconds while in his presence?
“Here, let me get this. I’m supposed to open doors for females.”
He stepped around her to open the door, brushing his body slightly against hers and giving her a nose full of his scent. A deep wood smell tickled her nose and sent shivers down her spine, making her knees weak. If she wanted to look at his face, she would have to take a step back and crane her neck to see his eyes. He made her feel small and dainty and she liked it.
She plastered herself against the door, trying to avoid any more touching and went through. “Um, thank you. Men don’t open doors where you’re from?”
He entered behind her and tilted his head. The heat of him was at her back. “There’s no need to. All doors are automatic.”
She chuckled nervously as she made her way toward the elevator. “All doors are automatic? That’s a blanket statement.”
He stepped in line with her and shrugged. “They are.”
She pressed the “Up” button and willed the elevator to come as soon as possible.
“If there were manual doors, I don’t believe the females on my—where I’m from—would appreciate being coddled like they do here.”
The elevator dinged its arrival and opened. She stepped inside and he followed. Her heart thumped as soon as they were enclosed in the space together. His rich scent intensified.
Oh, God.
She pushed the fourth-floor button. “They’re progressive, are they?”
He tilted his head to the side, causing the blond curls to sway in movement. Her fingers longed to wrap around a lock and play with it. The elevator doors shut, and her stomach dipped as it rose.
“They’ve spent many years proving they’re just as capable as the males. They wouldn’t appreciate being treated any differently because of their gender.”
Damn. That sexy voice.
“So, they don’t want or rather, need the door opened for them? Do they like their chairs held out? Or what about the meals and dates? Do they pay for them too?”
Phate shrugged his massive shoulders. “We treat them as equals. Who pays with their credits isn’t really a factor.”
Tasha pulled her eyebrows together. “Credits?”
The elevator dinged and the doors opened.
“Money,” he added quickly.
She breezed through the door and made her way down their hall.
“Credits. Is that what money is called where you’re from?”
“Yes.”
“And exactly where are you from?” she pressed.
“Not here.”
She chuckled. “I gathered that much. Your accents gave it away. I can’t put my finger on it though. Maybe Greek?”
“Have you ever been to Greek?”
Tasha stopped at her door and frowned as she turned to face him. “Do you mean, have I ever been to Greece?”
His face was serious as he nodded. “Yes, that.”
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A. M. Griffin is a mother of three, dog owner (and sometimes dog owned), a daughter, sister, aunt and friend. She’s a hard worker whose two favorite outlets are reading and writing. She enjoys reading everything from mystery novels to historical romances and of course fantasy romance. She is a believer in the unbelievable, open to all possibilities from mermaids in our oceans and seas, angels in the skies and intelligent life forms in distant galaxies.
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7 comments:
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I enjoyed the excerpt. Thanks for sharing.
This sounds like a good book.
This sounds like an amazing book. Great excerpt.
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