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The Scorpion's Mate by Susan Trombley

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Also by Susan Trombley:

My Primal Mate, October 2023
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My Ant Monster Mate, March 2023
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My Chameleon Mate, August 2022
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The Scorpion's Mate, April 2019
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THE SCORPION'S MATE
By: Susan Trombley

Iriduan Test Subjects #1
Self Published
April 2019
On Sale: April 13, 2019
ISBN: 1095479164
EAN: 9781095479162
Kindle: B07QLHL7JH
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Romance Erotica Sensual | Romance Science Fiction

I learned the hard way not to go UFO-hunting without expecting to be abducted.

After a camping trip looking for little green men turned into a real alien abduction, I found myself trapped in an alien research facility. What’s worse is that the eerily beautiful aliens running the place intend to use me as a lure—and potentially much more—for their actual test subject.

They’ve turned a monstrous alien scorpion into a humanoid super-soldier using their advanced genetic engineering. Unfortunately for them, their new monster wasn’t cooperating with their plans.

At least, he wasn’t until he caught one whiff of my pheromones and imprinted on me.

Now, Thrax is determined to keep me, and he’ll do whatever it takes to protect me, even if it means tearing the research facility apart to escape.

For the first time in my life, I feel like I’ve finally found a place where I fit in perfectly—right in the clutches of his four arms, two of which boast massive insectoid pincers that could snap my head off my shoulders.

I trust Thrax not to hurt me though. I just wish I could trust any of the other aliens that surround us.