The Princess and her Bounty Hunter: Alien Romance (Fated to the Alien: The Psychic Matchmaker Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

air being pumped filled the cargo bay. The rover raised another foot higher and hung in the air, swaying slightly as the ship flew lower towards the ground.
    Throttling forward, he eased the rover forward and maneuvered it out of the cruiser, the ground coming up to meet them. He could feel Stellia making minute adjustments, timing her descent to match his movements. She really did have eyes everywhere, and far too much control. But she was the difference between life and death, and he did not plan on dying today.
    Once the rover was free of the ship, Stellia lifted back up into the air, and he watched her fly away, trusting she wouldn’t desert him while he was off finding his bounty. There was always a first time, right?
    He couldn’t think like that. He had to find the man he sought, hopefully before night fell completely; he shuddered to think what was alive on this planet. The information Stellia had dug up about the mines told him they had been abandoned while the crew was still on the ground. Dead on the ground. There was a reason this planet was uninhabited, and he didn’t want to experience it firsthand.
    Throttling his rover forward, he kept one eye on the distant horizon to his left, where the sun was slowly setting, while the other was on the grid the onboard computer relayed. It was linked to Stellia, it was what kept him safe and helped him find his bounties. It was designed to pick up movement. With the ability to use infrared to seek out heat sources, generally it alerted him to anything, and everything.
    “Scan four clicks ahead.” The grid widened, and caught the outline of the ship; it was in the bog, a residual heat from its engines showing on the screen.
    Maybe he was still sat in there, waiting to be rescued. Hey, he might be pleased to see a bounty hunter. Could life ever be that easy?
    He doubted it, but his job was to seek and find. One way or another he was going to capture this bounty. He had not come this deep into a strange galaxy to leave empty-handed. He also mentally apologized for not trusting Misha’Ha.
    The grid flashed, and he steered the rover towards the downed ship, slowing as he drew nearer. At this distance he could scan the ship more thoroughly, but could not pick up the identification code of the ship: not surprising, since the bounty would want to cover his tracks. But it was the right make and model, a generic space shuttle, used more for short-range journeys, but with the capabilities of reaching light speed.
    The scan was complete, showing no other heat source other than the cooling engines, which told bounty was either dead, or no longer on the ship. He would have to go aboard and take a look, it was a dead or alive deal, but ferrying a body back across the galaxy never sat well with him, even if the death was not of his doing.
    Circling around, the grid flashed again; this time it showed a bigger heat source. Much bigger, outside of the ship. There was some kind of creature, hanging around the edge of the bank, and then swimming back towards the ship in a loop. This did not look good. If this thing had eaten his bounty, he would never get paid, unless he caught the creature and slit it open. Would a half-eaten corpse be enough?
    He lifted his rover to maximum height, but knew it might not give him enough clearance above this monster. If it reared up, it could down him, and he wasn’t in the mood for a dip in the bog.
    Pushing the grid to one side, he looked out of the window, to take a proper look at what he was up against.
    “Hello, handsome,” Mak said as the wormlike creature swung back towards the ship, its head coming high enough above the thick gloop, to give him a look at its head and its incredibly sharp teeth. He was not picking a fight with that thing in a hurry.
    To make the whole spectacle even more unnerving, as the sun set behind him, pockets of gloop began to glow. Shimmering as the creature disturbed the surface. Stellia was right: it was kind of an