When Michael "Mickey" Monroe arrived on the planet Wilgrin after escaping his home of Rodeiro, his only plan had been to make just enough money to get enough fuel to fly to another planet. One where no one knew him, where he could fade into the background. Where he didn't have to worry about someone trying to beat him up at every turn. However, working in the restaurant known as Durac, Mickey comes in contact with Carl Cavendish and realizes that no matter where he goes, someone is going to want to beat the shit out of him. Making a run for it, Mickey comes face to face with one of the most gorgeous carriages that he's ever seen, with a real live duke inside. Accepting the stranger's offer of help, Mickey soon finds himself naked and in the arms of Evander Cavendish, the gorgeous father of Carl Cavendish. Before Mickey can blink he's married and dealing with a stepson who would rather see him dead than at the dining room table, a husband who only seems to want him for his body, and a secret that he doesn't know how to reveal to his new family, but one that he only has about nine months to share before it makes an appearance all on its own.
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Heat Level: Explicit
Heart Rating: ♥♥♥♥4Hearts
Reviewer: Pixie
Mickey arrived on the planet Wilgrin after running from his family. He is hiding for his life after being chased by a group of thugs when a carriage pulls up and its occupant saves him. Now he finds himself married to a Duke, with the lead thug who chased him as a step-son and a surprise for his husband.
This is an enjoyable story that is amusing and light-hearted. Mickey has been treated like crap for many a year, now he has a fresh start on Wilgrin, if he decides to stay, but others decide he isn’t welcome. But then he meets (giggle) Evander and his life changes again, but not all of it is good. his step-son is the leader of the gang who wanted to beat the crap out of him, his new husband only seems to want him for his body and he has a secret and no clue how his husband will react. Can it get any worse?
I really enjoyed this story and thought the character of Mickey was brilliant, his sometimes rambling thoughts were humorous and kept me invested in Mickey. The progression of the story was quick, but smooth, with hot sex and some tender scenes. I liked the world building we were given and was thankful the author gave a detailed explanation for the Rodeiron species, it made Mickey’s situation more believable. I really liked Mickey’s behavior, it was so true to life and Evander’s reaction was so sweet, their friends add a good round-up with the characters and really added to the story.
Now this story is all from Mickey’s POV, so we don’t get that invested in Evander as we do with Mickey, but Evander seems to be a man who keeps things close to his chest, and is completely oblivious to his son and his actions because he wants to believe his son has turned over a new leaf. His reactions towards Mickey are harder to define as we only see it from Mickey’s side, but, from his reactions later in the book, we see how much he loves Mickey.
I have to recommend this one to those who like science fiction, fantasy, hot sex, and a touch of danger, m-preg and a happy ever after.
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“So what’s your name?” he asked shyly.
“I wondered how long it would take you to ask me,” the older man chuckled. “My name is Evander Cavendish.”
Mickey gasped. Everyone knew Evander Cavendish, the Duke of Worthington. The man practically owned Wilgrin. Mickey had heard stories about the duke’s kindness, but he’d never heard anyone say anything about how gorgeous the duke was. Allowing his eyes to drift over Evander's features, Mickey allowed himself to appreciate the beauty he sat across from.
There were a number of differences between Mickey and the duke. Evander’s hair was thick and brown, tapered to his neck, whereas Mickey’s hair was blond. While still cut short, the strands fell forward on his forehead. Evander’s eyes were a warm brown like polished copper whereas Mickey’s were blue. Then there was, of course, Evander’s huge, tanned, hulking frame as compared to Mickey’s thin, short, slender one. Evander’s legs stretched forward and almost touched the seat Mickey sat on.
“Fuck, you’re tall,” he breathed. He’d always had a thing for tall men. It made him feel protected, and he’d spent enough of his life being threatened, beat up, and bullied that finding someone who made him feel safe was a big deal.
“And you’re gorgeous,” Evander’s voice was a low growl and Mickey whimpered.
“Will you think me loose if I beg you to fuck me?” He asked Evander, hoping against hope he wasn’t misreading the look in the duke’s eyes.
“Not at all. Will you think I’m taking advantage of you if I demand you come over to my side of the carriage so I can fuck you?” Evander asked.
Not giving himself any more time to think things through and ignoring the trembling in his belly his doctor had warned him of, Mickey crossed over to Evander’s side of the carriage, placing his knees on either side of Evander’s waist.
“Hi,” he whispered, the feeling of Evander’s thick erection pressed against his ass yanking the power from his voice.
“Hi back,” Evander whispered back before taking his hand and pressing it against the back of Mickey’s head, bringing Mickey’s lips closer to his own.
At the first taste of the duke, Mickey’s mind melted and he tried to press as close as he could to Evander. He heard the low groan rumbling up from Evander’s chest and he smiled in satisfaction even as his hands fumbled with the buttons on Evander’s shirt. He wanted to cry out in happiness and satisfaction the moment his hands pressed against the warm flesh of Evander’s chest. The muscles flexing and moving beneath his fingers made Mickey wish they were in a bed somewhere rather than in a cramped carriage. He pressed closer as he allowed Evander to plunder the deepest recesses of his mouth, even as his hands fumbled with the button on the front of Mickey’s breeches. The cool air seeping in through the windows of the carriage drifted over his exposed skin and Mickey shivered, the wind firing his desire hotter and brighter than ever before.
“Damn. You taste delicious,” Evander stated.
