Alien Warlord's Passion by Nancey Cummings

Rosemary should have saved up some money and gone to a sperm bank like most women who didn’t want to be married off to aliens. Not by any stretch of the imagination.įunny thing. Vince might have donated the sperm, but he was not Michael’s father. 'I need a reliable car to drive my son to school and practice.' Seem to be dressing pretty nice for a bartender and driving a fancy car, Vince said. She could wear her coat for one more winter if it kept food on the table and the bills paid. Maybe not the coolest toys, clothes, gadgets or whatever the kids just had to have, but he had what he needed. She wore holes in her shoes and her clothes until they fell apart. She rented a modest house with a tiny lawn in a decent-enough part of town. She didn’t need to give Vince anything that could be twisted into evidence of neglect. If things got tight, she’d ask the neighbor to watch Michael and she’d work the evening shift, but Rosemary tried to avoid that. The weekends, yes, but she had a seven-year-old kid. You sure about that?ĭo I look like I have any fudging money? Outside of bar regulars, bartending during the day was not lucrative.

Vince’s gaze swept up and down her form before settling on the car behind her. He chewed on a toothpick, hanging in the corner of his mouth. I was just thinking how it’s a shame I don’t know my kid better. He always wanted something, usually money. She folded her arms over her chest and put on her serious face. Real charmer you got there, Rosemary, Vince said. He swerved wide around Vince and ran into the house. Okay, he said, his tone making it clear that he didn’t like it. You wanna help? Go inside and be ready to call the cops if I shout, okay? She kept her voice low, just for Michael.

I’m not leaving you alone with him, Michael said.

Rosemary pressed a kiss to the top of his head and murmured, I’m fine. Out of the car, Michael ignored her and stood directly in front of her, as if shielding her from Vince.

Change out of your school clothes and we’ll make pizza for dinner. It’s going to be okay, she said, twisting in the front seat to give him a broad smile. Mom? Michael shifted in the backseat, clutching his backpack. She’d been making an effort to curse less in front of her seven-year-old. That guy could sniff out money like a bloodhound on the trail of a rabbit. The culprit sat on her front porch in the lumpy form of her ex, Vince. She certainly didn’t spend all the money on fancy gadgets. Ignoring the call, she shoved the phone in her bag. A glance at the cracked screen confirmed it was her sister, Hazel. The ancient handheld phone vibrated with an incoming message. Rosemary just couldn’t believe how fast it vanished. One million credits awarded as a bonus for her sister marrying an alien. It was more money than Rosemary had any reason to believe she’d ever have.

Alien Warlord's Passion by Nancey Cummings