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newspapers, analyzing headlines, leaving no stone unturned in a relentless search to find a child…or a body.
    Emotionally, she still held the Chyya accountable for sending her and her mother away. His protective measures had backfired and she had ended up abandoned, deserted and alone, forced to adjust, to hide her alienness. In a harsh world, surrounded only by those unlike her, she had finally learned to view her unique differences—her height, her pava -driven sexuality, her glowing tangerine eyes—as ugly aberrations and genetic mutations.
    Deep down, she knew she would eventually return to her father’s kingdom to take her rightful place as his heir. The Brewsters had instilled a deep sense of duty in both their daughters and she knew her duty as well as the next woman. Much as they might wish her to stay with them, her foster family would never voice that plea. They expected her to do her duty and take up her role as a leader to her people.
    And she would…eventually. But this year, she fully intended returning to Earth in time for the fall school session. This trip, much as her father might wish he could order differently, was a fact-finding visit during which she hoped to learn more of her true culture and heritage.
    Sighing, she clicked off the whirring exhaust fan, gave a final swipe to the shower stall and finished tidying up the bathroom. Tossing her washcloth and hair towel over the appropriate rail and applying the Velcro fastening of her bath sheet under her arms, she flung open the bathroom door—
    And plowed into the massive chest of the most gorgeous male she had ever seen.

Chapter Two

    His iridescent eyes declared him to be Rb’qarmshi . And Glennora was sure this glorious specimen before her—taller and more broadly formed than any Rb’qarmshi warrior she had ever seen—outclassed them all. He literally stole her breath away, left her gasping in instant awe and lust.
    The male towered over her, his head just clearing the eight-foot ceiling. Her neck arched as her head tilted, her disbelieving eyes tracking up and up his imposing body, over long firm legs, lingering on the junction of powerful thighs that nestled a masculine bulge graphically molded by constricting jeans. Her eyes skimmed across the broad chest straining the material of a tight black tee shirt, then roved over a face covered by darkly tanned skin that stretched without wrinkle over a pair of blade-sharp cheekbones. His lips were wide and square, the bottom one fuller than the top, and his eyelashes and brows were thick and heavy, dark as a moonless night.
    Stunned by the visual feast before her, she lifted her awed gaze again to the man’s golden-bronze eyes, finding them as alien as her own when not disguised by the hated contacts…and hotly returning her frank perusal with a heated male stare that reminded her she was covered only by a skimpy towel.
    She clutched the terry wrap against her chest with nervous fingers, accidentally scraping the rough material across her jutting nipples. In spite of her recent orgasm, need sparked along her nerve endings and she fought an involuntary shiver as prickling, tingling sensations rushed over her greedy flesh. In the strained stillness of the room, she became acutely aware of the man’s pointed attention, felt his stare zeroing in on her stiffening crests.
    She twitched her towel higher, her dry throat working to swallow the lump of lust threatening to choke her. Against her will, her gaze flicked down towards—then quickly away from—the stranger’s jeans-covered groin where the thickening evidence of his maleness proved the sexual interest she was feeling to be mutual.
    For an endless moment, she basked in a fantasy world where this huge male found her attractive, perhaps as attractive as she was finding him. Then her euphoria was shattered as she abruptly realized there was a mature male standing in her bedroom.
    An uninvited man, a very big man, who had invaded her private