Big Filthy Cowboy by Mia Brody

of the purple hero in the smutty alien romance I’m reading and how the heroine has boarded his ship for the first time. “I think they’re about to do it, which is the best part.” Linda chuckles. “You’ll have to let me know if he has horns or ridges.” “Oh, I totally will. Hopefully, he has both.” I can’t help giggling. I love alien romances. The heroes are not only hot and alpha; they also have unusual body features that seem to exist only to pleasure the heroine. “How long has it been since you were on a date?” Linda asks, curiosity coloring her tone. I reach for one of the lighter boxes, to give my aching back a break. “I’m not sure.” That sounds better than telling her I’ve never been on a date. My life has been about survival, so there hasn’t been time for dating. “Then it sounds like it’s been too long,” Linda says gently. This is what I love about her. She’s gentle in everything she does, always taking the time to listen more than she speaks. It means every word from her mouth carries so much more weight. I listen to the sound of her wheelchair rolling away and bend over to grab another box that I almost missed. My ass is in the air as I mutter under my breath, “Just don’t ask me how long it’s been since I’ve had an O that wasn’t a donut.” A masculine voice answers me, “That’s a damn shame. I could help you with that problem.” Startled, I quickly straighten and turn around. Standing in the doorway of the inventory room is the biggest cowboy I’ve ever seen. He’s leaning ag