Mary Wolmack has lost her job, her dignity, and the key to her apartment. Cursed with being a "fat chick", she can't believe the hunk across the hall is interested in her. When he announces he's an alien prince whose people honor women of size, she realizes she's lost one more thing -- her mind.
Matthew Adams, aka Tek, Crown Prince of Kratania, has traveled through a magical portal to find his soul mate, the woman foretold to become his queen. When Mary refuses to believe they are meant to marry, he picks up the challenge to prove he's not an Earther, and takes her to his world and shows her all the ways Kratanian men honor their women.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Bride Portal by Michele Bardsley
When she awoke, Mary found herself naked, in a warm bath filled with pink bubbles. Lit candles rimmed the large tub. The mild scent of vanilla entwined with the spice of sandalwood. Sitting up, she looked at the small table within arm's reach of the tub. On it sat two fizzing glasses of champagne and--dear God--a twenty-piece box of Godiva's G Collection.
"Am I dead?" she whispered.
"No," said Matt as he hurried into the bathroom. "I'm sorry! I called in an order to Zio's. You--you mentioned you liked Italian food."
He looked so anxious. Why? Because he wanted to please her? Whoa. His gaze ensnared hers. "I washed you thoroughly and cleaned your clothing. I've been watching you, Mary. You wouldn't have drowned."
She smiled and nodded. Then, as calmly as she could, she asked, "What the fuck is going on?"
He looked nonplussed. "I conveyed all there is to know. Would you like me to repeat it?"
"No," she said. Her heart thudded. Freaking Matthew was seducing her. Oh, baby! "I got the gist. I fainted, you caught me. Now I'm in a hot tub surrounded by candles and chocolates and champagne." She looked him over. He wore nothing except a thin gold chain around his neck. The chain attached to a gorgeous blue stone, which hovered right below his collarbone. It wasn't like any gem she'd ever seen. But jewelry was not the issue right now.
"Why are you naked?" she asked in a strangled voice.
"I would hope to please my lady by joining you."
"I knew it. I'm dead."
"Mary, you are not in Illania."
"Heaven." He waved impatiently. "It is of no matter. Great Geru! I grow weary of these Earth mating rituals."
She blinked at him. "Mating rituals?"
He swallowed heavily then dropped to his knees again. His big, tanned hands grasped the edge of the tub and his eyes searched hers. "This is not my way. If we were on my planet, I would steal you away and I would kill anyone who tried to keep me from claiming you. You are my harataya."
"Oh. Well that explains everything, doesn't it?" Beautiful, muscled...and oh mama, what a package...but totally, completely crazy. She patted his hands and smiled brightly. "Would you get my clothes, please? I need to go home."
His roar of frustration seemed to shake the walls. He surged to his feet, plucked Mary from the tub as if she weighed no more than a feather, and slung her over his massive shoulder. Water sloshed, putting out the candles. Pink bubbles flew everywhere.
In five strides he was in the bedroom. He dumped her--naked, wet and shocked--onto the bed. "You are mine, Mary Jeanne Wolmack. I have traveled all the way from Kratania to claim you. I care not for what the Oracle says about wooing an Earth woman. I have tried the simpering ways of Earth males and they do not work. You have ignored me for two weeks."
Mary gaped at him. He stood next to the bed, hands on hips, a magnificent barbarian warrior assessing his stolen bride. "I...uh...what?"
"You are so beautiful," he said, his gaze roving her shivering form. "I have dreamed often of touching you, of taking you. I am tired of pleasuring myself and wasting my seed!"
Panic burbled through her, but she had to admit to some serious thrillage, too. Insane or not, this hunk wanted her. "You may have noticed I'm not exactly...well, thin." Gak. Why had she felt it necessary to point that out to him? The man had eyes.
"Thank Geru! You are well-built, my harataya. You are very luscious." Lust darkened his gaze. "When we return to Kratania, you will make me the envy of my brothers." He leaned over the bed, once again looking anxious. "Do you refuse me?"
"Oh, honey." She rose up on her elbows. God, he was nuts. And it would be really, really wrong to take advantage of his mental state in order to have her way with his muscled bod. Look at that cock. It's so huge. Lust heated her belly...liquefied and flowed to her pussy. Damn, she wanted his cock inside her. Plunging. And plunging...oh merciful heavens!
"If you could prove you were an alien, I'd let you ravish me."
"That is all you require?" His brows rose in surprise.
"Sure. And those chocolates. You can't buy a girl the G Collection and not let her have it."
His lips tugged into a half-smile. "The chocolates please you? At least the Oracle was right in that regard. So, if I prove that I am from Kratania and give you the sweets, you will allow me the honor of ghrata?"
"What is ghrata?"
He frowned, as if trying to figure out how to explain the term. "Making love."
"Yep." It was a safe response because poor, sweet, deluded Matt was one taco short of a combo platter. There was no way in...uh, Illania he would really ravish her. "I would ghrata the night away with you, babe."