His Little Hessonite

His Little Moroxite

His Little Cinnabar

Eleadian Mates Box Set One

Eleadian Mates Box Set Two

Chapter One

Ava

“Good evening, ladies. Is this your first time at Club Zoom?”

I smile broadly at the doorman and pull my shoulders back. “Yes. Uh, you’re not one of them, are you?” Surely this guy isn’t one of the Eleadian men I’ve heard so much about. I mean I assume the rumors about them being huge and over seven feet could be exaggerated, but this guy is average height and build.

He chuckles. “One of the Eleadians? No.” He holds out his hand. “IDs please. And I’ll need a credit card or something else official with your name on it.” His brow furrows as he glances at my friend Mia.

I glare at him. “Do not insult my friend. Yes, she’s over twenty-one. We’re both twenty-four. We’re grown adults with college degrees, and we’re gainfully employed. Don’t judge a book by its cover.” I pull out my ID and credit card and hand them to him.

He smirks. “Just doing my job, ma’am. If you’re not over twenty-one, you can’t enter this establishment.”

“Well, we are,” I retort.

Mia rolls her eyes. “I can speak for myself, you know.” She opens her tiny pink purse and pulls out her ID and credit card.

The guy hands mine back to me. “My name is John. I’m always here at the entrance. If you have any problems, you come find me or speak to a bartender.” He scrutinizes Mia’s ID next, looking back and forth between her and the ID several times.

Mia sighs as she reaches into her purse and pulls out a folded piece of paper. I know it’s her birth certificate. She carries it around just in case anyone gives her a hard time.

We may be the same age, but we don’t look anything alike. I’m tall, tanned, and well-endowed. I have thick waves of brown hair, and I can work a club scene with perfect makeup, a tight black dress, and tall heels.

Mia is, well, the opposite. I would never judge her. She’s my best friend. I love her. But she’s Little, and she doesn’t hide it. Even though I convinced her to accompany me tonight, she didn’t alter her style in the least. She’s wearing a short pink baby-doll dress, pink ballet flats, and little pink bow clips in her hair. She’s a true redhead with pale skin and freckles.

I have to hand it to her; she’s brave. But it’s no wonder this guy doesn’t believe she’s old enough to enter the club.

He finally hands her ID, credit card, and birth certificate back and points to the table behind him. “Take a seat, grab a clipboard, read the fine print.” He lifts a brow. “All of it. Every word. You need to sign the last page and initial all the other pages.”

“No problem.” I grab Mia’s arm, and we rush past John to find two spots at the table. As soon as we’re out of hearing range, I whisper to her, “Sheesh, they really are strict about the entrance.”

She pulls out a chair and sits. “They have to be, Ava. They can’t take any risks. You do realize one of the men might choose you and take you back to his planet, and I’ll never see you again.”

I chuckle. “Like that would ever happen. Do you know how many people come here every night and how often someone is selected? It’s like a gajillion to one odds, and besides…” I shrug, “…maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Seriously, Ava. You can’t just up and leave me here on Earth,” she jokes. “Who would pay your half of the rent? No one else understands me like you do. I’d never be able to replace you as a roommate. So, let’s not let that happen, ’kay?”

I sigh dramatically. “Wouldn’t it be fun, though? Moving to another planet?”

“Uh, no. That sounds awful,” Mia tells me. She points toward my clipboard. “Read.”

I tip my head and consider just initialing every page and signing the last. I mean who reads these things anyway? No way all these women do. Nobody reads the fine print of long documents. It’s too boring.

I flinch when two male hands flatten on the table across from us, and I look up to find John leaning over the table. “There will be a quiz afterward, ladies.” He nods toward the document.

“Seriously?” He looks serious.

“Yes, ma’am.” He shoves off the table and wanders to talk to another group of ladies.

“Surely he’s kidding,” I grumble.

“I don’t think so.” Mia nods toward the women John is now talking to. He has collected all their waivers, and he is literally quizzing them.

“Shit,” I mutter as I dip my head and start skimming.

Five minutes later, he’s back. He takes our waivers and looks them over before returning his gaze to us. “Do you understand the risks involved in entering Club Zoom?”

“Yes.” I’m not going to be snarky with John. I don’t want him to kick us out before we’ve even had a chance to see a single hot guy.

His expression is serious as he asks us, “What happens if you’re chosen by an Eleadian male?”

“We get whisked off this planet far, far away and never have to return.” Okay, maybe I am going to be snarky with John.

He smirks. “Is that something you’re looking forward to?”

I shrug. “It’s not a bad idea.”

Mia grabs my arm and squeezes, silently telling me to shut up, so I purse my lips.

John tucks our waivers into a folder and points toward a door across from where we entered this room. “Have fun, ladies.”

Before he can change his mind, I grab Mia’s hand and nearly drag her into the club. This is going to be epic.

Chapter Two

Ganrax

All the air is trapped in my lungs as I make my way through the throng of women jammed into Club Zoom. My goal is predetermined. I spotted my Little girl from the control room one floor above this dance floor several minutes ago.

Admittedly, I was skeptical. I still am skeptical. When I first saw her on the monitor, my heart leapt in my chest. I’ve been here on Earth five days. There are six other Eleadian males in this club right now, watching and waiting to find their perfect mate, their Little girl. They warned me when I arrived that I would know when I knew.

They were right. My skepticism extends from the fact that the female I’m aiming for is not the sort of female I expected to fall for. Eleadians tend to go for demure females—the kind who do not stand out in a crowd.

The female I honed in on through the monitor is the type men on Earth drool over—tall, hour-glass shape, heavy makeup, long hair, tight black dress, heels, chin held high with confidence, tanned skin, and a winning smile.

I’ve done my homework. Human males refer to her type as high-maintenance. They like to date them, keep them for a while as arm candy, and fuck them if they can manage to get their legs parted.

I wince. Fuck is a human word that sounds so very crude, and yet my understanding is that the men here use it flippantly behind the backs of their females.