Excerpt of Galaxy Man by Candace Sams

That he was from Oceanus was readily apparent. His light green skin and bright blue eyes were as striking as his size. Sagan didn't miss the luxurious quality of his long, straight black hair, which blew like a banner in the afternoon wind. There was one bright blue star on his left cheek, absolutely labeling him as a citizen of the ocean world. Oceanus was the name Earthlings had given his planet, and the name by which its own people referred to it when visiting Earth. They pretentiously assumed no one here could pronounce it in their native tongue. This assumption was, she guessed, also the reason for the man's new moniker. Keir Trask. Square–jawed, with shoulders broad as a bridge. Sagan continued to stare at him. She saw him gaze at his new surroundings with an expression of contempt that was plastered unmistakably on his perfect, godlike, crazy–gorgeous face. For a brief moment she was sure she'd seen a statue that looked exactly like him; then she remembered her frequent visits to the Los Angeles Metropolitan Museum and the likenesses of deities on display there. Looking him over, there wasn't a single marble structure in the hall of Greek mythology that could stand the comparison to this unworldly visitor...except for one. Poseidon. If she had to pick a single deity to represent this man, Poseidon was perfect. Keir Trask even appeared to have the arrogant and thunderous personality of that god. She couldn't see any of his body, for he wore a black cloak that fell just to the tops of his high black boots. But she could guess from his dimensions that her new partner was carrying enough muscle to take on the entire local football team and then some. The only thing that marred his magnificent presence was the lack of any semblance of joy. Sagan got the impression he didn't smile much. It was either that, or he wasn't finding his current environment pleasing. She took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, then walked forward with calm deliberation. If she was scared, this immense creature would sense it in a moment. That would put her on a level of defensiveness that wouldn't help their working relationship. And they had to be close, given their cover. Very close. Keir didn't like being made to wait; nor was he amused by the pictures being taken of him and the catcalls from dozens of women. There was no mistaking his presence or his home world's markings. If this delay was someone's idea of ‘putting the alien in his place,' he'd go to the hotel and leave his Earth counterpart far behind and wondering what happened. He'd have done it sooner, but this mission was too important for one–upmanship. He and whoever had been assigned as his partner had to operate as a precise team—even considering the secrets he kept—or all might be lost. Still, his limited patience would only go so far. The trip had been long and he needed rest. He gazed about the platform one last time, then decided his counterpart would have to come looking for him. That was when he saw her. He'd been about to turn and summon a transporter to the hotel when she came sauntering out of the crowd like a graceful dancer. She had a subtle sway to her hips that would put the lovely silver dancing women of Denudion to shame. Her figure was long and lean, made slenderer because of the black one–piece garment and matching boots she wore. Her long brown hair, a medium color with a touch of golden shimmer, was currently bound up in some kind of tightly woven braid atop her head. For some ridiculous reason, given the day's standards of dress, he found himself hoping it wasn't a hairpiece but real. Then her eyes captured his and he forgot to look at anything else. Three long months aboard his ship had him missing female companionship. Rules dictated he couldn't touch one of his crew women, and they were far too professional to let him. But the situation being what it was, he found that first sight of her sexually engaging.