The Great Pick Up Line featuring
Troll-y Yours by Sheri Fredricks
After seating the final client for participation in the second speed-date session, Ella had one male spot left open. A quick run-through of the clipboard verified a Centaur named Bastian didn’t show. She glanced at Aleksander, who surprisingly winked and smiled in her direction. Twisting to look behind her, and not seeing to whom his devilish grin was for, she frowned.
It didn’t matter who he flirted with or why he hadn’t left with his friend. Ella needed a warm male body to fill that empty seat.
Farther down the bar, her brother and his friends gathered for another rousing toast. A female Satyr, with two cute dimples in her smiling cheeks, joined them and looped her arms around Eli’s waist.
Whatever. May he get laid and catch Stalk Atrophy. Ella immediately dismissed asking the Eli’s Satyr and Minotaur males—they hadn’t bothered to clean up before hitting the nightlife.
A crooked path between the tables brought Ella directly in front of the Centaur’s powerful hooves, his tall figure the color of a bay horse. Muscles rippled beneath his crisp white shirt, quickening her pulse. He stared at her intently.
“Hello, sweet Ella.” Al’s slow grin curled her Troll toes. “What can I do for you?”
How about tuck me into bed for the next hundred years, she thought.
“Well.” Ella swallowed. “You could help me out. I’m one male short to finish the last session.”
Dark brows arched over his sultry brown eyes. “What’s in it for me?” .
The man was arrogant, plain and simple. Unfortunately, his question warranted an answer. She thought fast. “Your speed date will be weeks early, and it’s on the house.”
Nervous, she moistened her dry lips, and his eyes tracked the movement of her tongue. If he didn’t agree, she’d have to ask her damn brother or refund the female. A quick glance behind her showed which table stood with the vacant seat.
Ella smiled—on the inside.
Al’s gaze observed the table’s single occupant, then cut sharply back to her. Raucous laughter and snatches of conversation filled the café. “You’ll owe me one, and you’ll pay according to my terms.” Before she could barter, he said, “If you disagree, I’ll walk out of here. So, sweet Ella. What’ll it be? Me and my deal, or the smelly males over there?”
What choice did she have? “No sex.”
Not that he had hinted at such a thing. Her face warmed and the tips of her pointy ears burned. Crap. That meant her freckles popped out, each speck a miniature Halley’s comet.
Wisps of dark hair touched the collar of his neck. His strong, thick fingers stroked his goatee as he measured her for a moment. His eyes gleamed like glassy volcanic rock. “I’ll agree to that . . . for now.”
While her heart skipped a beat, Al gathered his hind legs under him and heaved off the floor to stand. He winked once, flicked his tail twice, then made his way to the Minotaur Carryyn’s table.
Ella shook her head. What was she thinking? She didn’t have a Water Nymph’s chance in hell with this guy—too good looking, too sophisticated, and she was an idiot Troll.
Better to not give a crap than get hurt later down the road.
Troll-y Yours by Sheri Fredricks
SHE TAKES A CHANCE
Determined to forge a better life, Ella launches her new business with high hopes—until a sexy Centaur bumps into her and throws her life off course forever. Voted “Most Eligible Bachelor in Boronda”, Aleksander shakes up her world and tilts her in more ways than one.
HE’S IN DANGEROUS TERRITORY.
Years of warfare and countless bedroom encounters have stolen Kempor Aleksander’s luster for life. He never expects to rediscover his zeal in the small, redheaded form of Ella the Troll, who fires his blood hotter than the deepest caverns in the forest.
A PASSION SO HOT.
But as trouble lingers in their midst—and edges ever closer—Alek and Ella spiral into troubled terrain. Turning to each other, the pair face down dangers that run impenetrably deep in their mythological world. But will the two lovers discover a passion that runs even deeper?
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