Faking it with the Hybrid – Kindred Tales Read Online Evangeline Anderson

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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
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Mattie is exasperated by her surly Protector who won’t say two words to her. Grath keeps his guard up around the curvy little female because he wants her but knows he can’t have her. Add a trip to Mattie’s hometown for the holidays where they have to fake-date to fool her family and you’ve got a volatile mixture. Will they survive when Mattie agrees to try…Faking it with the Hybrid?
Dr. Mattie Porter has landed her dream job as a Xeno-Cultural Anthropologist with the Kindred, but she has one very big problem—a seven-foot-tall, grumpy, growly warrior named Grath. The huge Hybrid has been assigned to her as her Protector—a kind of bodyguard to keep her safe on alien planets. But he’s a surly bastard who won’t even talk to Mattie if he can help it!
Grath is a Triple-Hybrid, a male with Beast, Blood, and Flame Kindred strains in his DNA. This makes him a formidable warrior, but also ensures he won’t be able to bond with a female, which leaves him with a problem—he’s desperately attracted to the tiny, curvy Earth female he’s been assigned to Protect. But he knows he has to keep her at arm’s length to avoid pain and heartache.

Can Grath keep Mattie safe? Will they win the Christmas Cookie Bake-off? And will both of them lose their hearts when they finally let their guards down?

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ONE

MATTIE

“So what are you doing for the holidays?” Sophie asked, smiling brightly as she arranged the ornaments on the tiny Christmas tree she’d put on her husband, Sylvan’s desk. He was the head of the Kindred High Council and she tried to be sure his office looked suitably welcoming during the holiday season.

The Kindred might not have known much about Christmas or Hanukkah or Kwanza or any of the other Earth holidays when they first came to Earth and instituted their International Bride Draft, but all the human wives who had answered their call for mates had brought their family traditions with them. Which meant that this time of the year was particularly festive aboard the Kindred Mother Ship.

Dr. Madeline Porter—Mattie to her friends—sighed deeply at Sophie’s casual question.

“Oh, you know—the usual. Mostly trying to avoid my family who are going to want to know why I’m still single instead of married and pregnant, ready to pop out a dozen grandbabies at this ‘blessed time of year.’”

“Oh dear…” Sophie made a face. “That doesn’t sound like much fun!”

“It’s not—believe me.” Mattie rolled her eyes. “But it’s either avoid them, or hear endlessly how my biological clock is ticking and how am I ever going to produce grandchildren for my mom and dad—let alone a great grandbaby for my Grandma Thelma—if I don’t get started soon.”

“Geeze—no pressure there.” Sophie frowned as she fussed with the tiny fake presents under the miniature tree.

“Yeah, I know, right?” Mattie ran a hand through her thick chestnut hair. “Especially since my perfect older sister just got engaged last Christmas Eve and now she’s pregnant and already showing. You should have seen the show she and Ethan—that’s her husband—put on. They waited until the Yule Ball on Christmas Eve—”

“Wait—your family goes to a ‘Yule Ball?’” Sophie asked, frowning.

“Do they ever,” Mattie said grimly. “And that’s not the only holiday event they all attend. See, I come from a town in Vermont called—I kid you not—Christmasville. We moved there from Florida when I was a freshman in high school and my mom loves it so much my family has stayed there ever since. Christmas practically starts right after Halloween and keeps on going until New Years Day.”

“Christmasville?” Sophie shook her head. “I’ve never heard of it.”

“It’s not that big—although they get a lot more visitors from November through January,” Mattie told her. “They have all kinds of Christmas events like the Christmas Cookie Bakeoff and the Town Tree Lighting and of course, the Christmas Eve Yule Ball—which is where my brother-in-law proposed to my sister last year, in front of practically the whole town. He got down on one knee right up on the stage and pulled out a velvet box with a giant diamond inside.” She shook her head. “I thought Grandma Thelma was going to wet her pants, she was so excited!”

“It seems like that should have taken some of the heat off of you then,” Sophie objected, still fussing with the miniature tree to try and get the tiny lumo-bulbs to light up. “I mean, if your sister is already married and expecting, they know they’ll be getting a grandbaby soon. So why should they keep bothering you?”

“Because that’s the way my family is,” Mattie moaned. “My mother is so worried I’ll end up ‘childless and alone’—even though I’ve tried to explain over and over that lots of people are choosing the single life now and there’s no shame in deciding not to have kids.”

“No, of course not,” Sophie said, smiling. “I can’t imagine life without Sylvan and my twins, but nobody should feel like they have to get married and have babies! But I know the pressure from parents can be intense.”

“Especially if someone has decided to put her education and career first, like I have,” Mattie said. “My mom is always saying, ‘you know, honey—a degree won’t keep you warm at night!’ I tell her she’s being old-fashioned but she just won’t listen!”

“You’d think they would be proud of you for being one of the first Xeno-Cultural Anthropologists to act as an ambassador for the Mother Ship,” Sophie said, obviously trying to lift Mattie’s spirits. “There were thousands of candidates for the program and you’re one of only three who made it in!”

Mattie sighed.

“Thanks for trying to cheer me up, Sophie, but my parents wouldn’t care if I discovered the cure for cancer and was awarded the Nobel Prize for brokering peace in the Middle East on the same day—they would still want to see me settled down with the right guy and expecting his child. They’re very traditional.”

“Well, they’re going to have to be proud of you if Sylvan approves your next mission,” Sophie pointed out. “Visiting a Class 3 planet for the first time! And everyone knows the Vi’riens would make valuable allies and trading partners for the Kindred—if they’ll accept us, that is.”


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