Read Talson Temptations 4: Talson's Match for Free Online

it to Trotter because he almost lost it ordering me to
leave her alone. But she seemed pleasant until she heard the name Talson.”
    “Pleasant.” Min snorted. “Made you hard, right? It’s like
she’s in Selection, but you can sense she’s not. It’s weird.”
    Selection, of course . Romy now understood what had
been so appealing about the female, aside from her looks. Selection worked like
a female’s heat. When a female Otra entered that special time, she sought
either a mate or readied to produce offspring. Her pheromones went crazy,
attracting any and every Otra male in sight if she wasn’t mated. Yet he hadn’t
sensed that when he’d seen her this morning. He’d been attracted as hell, but
there’d been nothing hormonal about it but his own overeager glands.
    “Oh look, wait. There she is.” Daket pointed at the screen
in the upper corner.
    Romy leaned closer to the monitors and stared, absorbing her
every detail and committing it to memory. Long, wavy hair hung in a ponytail
down her back. Her skin seemed almost incandescent, glowing with a sweaty sheen
under the harsh summer sun…where it wasn’t blue from her knees to her ankles.
Hmm. Another piece of the puzzle. The woman was either a house painter or an
artist.
    “Fuck me, she’s hot.” Daket spread his legs on his chair,
sporting an erection impossible to miss, to which his brother rolled his eyes.
    “Hell, Daket. Have a little dignity. She’s walking across
her yard, not naked and panting. I swear, you need to get laid.”
    “Yeah, well so do you. Or is that a nightstick in your
pants?”
    Min chuckled and the two bantered back and forth. Unlike
humans, Otra had very few hang-ups when it came to sexuality, though many Otra
didn’t look favorably on human-Otra interaction when it came to mating. Fucking
a human was fine, but nothing more permanent than that. Romy didn’t care. He
had a human second-mother, a human sister-in-law and a half human
sister-in-law. Love trumped genetics any day.
    “I think it’s time I found a woman or two myself,” Romy
added and eased into their camaraderie. Before he knew it, he’d made plans for
a night on the town with the Yals and readied himself to go deeper undercover.
    * * * * *
    Tara mumbled to herself between swear words, “It’s not as if
he’s anything special. So what? Another Otra who just happened to be nicer and
classier than the other knobs Trotter has working for him. But if he’s working
for Trotter, the man can’t be a saint. Far from it.”
    She grunted and hosed down her legs covered in cerulean
blue. The sun had begun to set, and she’d finally finished washing the paint
off her body.
    “Last time I let Susie’s kids play in the house while I’m
painting,” she muttered. But she knew she lied. The next time Susie had to work
overtime to feed her kids, Tara would agree to watch the little hellions.
    Romec appeared out of nowhere and followed her inside with a
soft meow , and she realized dinnertime had come and gone.
    “Oh wow. I’m starving, and I’m sure you are too.” The cat
meowed again. “I have nothing left. Time for the grocery store.”
    Half an hour later, she arrived at a fairly decent grocery
on the other side of the harbor. Port Chase had its share of beauty and the
high life on the north side of the city. Uptown. Where Mannie lived in luxury,
she reminded herself as she grabbed a cart and entered the store. Uptown,
where I should be living. The minute she thought about leaving, her mind
focused on the spiral of pain peeling through the south side of the harbor and
fixed her with a hell of a headache.
    She still had much to mend. The Majesty addicts lying across
the street and in the abandoned buildings so close. The medically hopeless
begging the have-nots in the neighborhood for food and money for medicine. She
grimaced, feeling overwhelmed.
    Mannie, for all his bluster and menace, provided anonymously
every month for those in need. A large portion of his