Saving the Alien Barbarian: Warriors or Warden

By Sierra York

Maria has spent her entire life in a compound for single women on the closed planet, Earth. She knows that soon a computer will choose her husband for her, and all her learning to be a good wife and a good citizen of the planet will be put to use. 
Tylr Htfld wants nothing more than a wife to call his own. A member of the royal family of the planet Htfld, there are no women around to bear his children or fill that sexual need. When he sees a beautiful woman on a space station, he grabs her, not realizing she is the fated mate of one of the Mcys, his family's sworn enemies. After a fight with the woman's mate, he wakes up on Earth, injured with no memory. Can Maria possibly be as perfect as he thinks she is? Will he be able to convince her to leave with him when the time comes?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sierra York
• Release date: Dec 19, 2016
• ISBN: 9781386212904

Book preview

Maria has spent her entire life in a compound for single women on the closed planet, Earth.  She knows that soon a computer will choose her husband for her, and all her learning to be a good wife and a good citizen of the planet will be put to use.

Tylr Htfld wants nothing more than a wife to call his own.  A member of the royal family of the planet Htfld, there are no women around to bear his children or fill that sexual need.  When he sees a beautiful woman on a space station, he grabs her, not realizing she is the fated mate of one of the Mcys, his families' sworn enemies.  After a fight with the woman's mate, he wakes up on Earth, injured with no memory.  Can Maria possibly be as perfect as he thinks she is?  Will he be able to convince her to leave with him when the time comes?

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Chapter One

Tylr waited impatiently for the bucket that would bring him to the surface of the only home he could remember, the planet Htfld. Tylr’s family had been outcasts, sent to the barren planet for feuding with another family when he was very young. The feud was legendary, but apparently the inhabitants of their origin planet, Warden, got tired of the legend. The other family had been banished as well, but to the opposite side of the solar system. Everyone on Htfld hated the Mcys and vice-versa. No one knew exactly how the feud had started but they’d all been more than willing to keep it alive. The Htflds weren’t exactly fond of the planet they’d been given, and they had a new thing to blame the Mcys for: their mostly underground existence.

The Htflds were light-skinned with pale hair and either green or blue eyes. When they’d been banished, they had buried themselves within the depths of the planet to preserve their fair skin. They built their cities with interwoven tunnels and various-sized living pods. Tylr’s father was the leader of the Htflds so they had an area of the tunnels that kept their family close. They were royal after all. Singles like Tylr had small pods to call home. His was a bit too close to his parents for his liking though. The more distant Htflds who had families were given larger pods and would upgrade as they added sons.

The Htflds and the Mcys were about as different as two families could be, and they made sure everyone knew it. They had only one thing in common: neither could produce female children. Many years before their exile from their home planet, they’d been cursed by a sage from Warden to have only male offspring in an attempt to wipe them from existence. These were resourceful families though. They’d found a few ways to import females in order to reproduce in the years since, most of which were still not ideal.

The bucket’s indicator light blinked repetitively above his head as Tylr thought about home and what it meant. He was a marshal, which kept him roaming the universe more often than not. It was a rewarding job, and one that allowed him to stay close to those of his brothers that were marshals as well. But home was beginning to become a place associated with loneliness. Lately he’d found himself longing for the comfort of a strong, beautiful woman when he returned to his small pod after assignments.

He hadn’t long to think about it though. Just as the thought crossed his mind, a hand touched his shoulder. He immediately went into defense mode; his stance widened, his muscles tightened, and his hand went to the weapon on his hip.

A deep laugh sounded from behind him, Relax, brother. It’s me.

Tylr released a breath and relaxed his stance before turning to his elder brother. I nearly shot you. Idiot.

Ha! You don’t have the balls, little brother.

Grys was a well-built male. Over seven feet tall with shoulders wide enough to balance his height, his pale face and almost white hair bleached his features so that his blue eyes seemingly shone from his face. Tylr stared at his brother as the bucket indicator light changed his skin, the flashing red making him seem ghostly and terrifying. Can I help you with something?

Nah. Just thought I’d catch up. We’re headed out together today.

Tylr closed his eyes, trying to calm himself before he responded. Grys was his brother and he loved him, but he hated working with him. He was all brawn and no brains. He liked to use his size to intimidate people...and if that didn’t work, he’d shoot off at the mouth and leave a giant mess for Tylr to clean up. He opened his eyes at the ringing that accompanied the arrival of the bucket and looked to his brother and laughed. Fantastic.

The two males entered the bucket, and after a brief hesitation, Tylr punched the button that would transport them to Marshall Headquarters. The ride was silent. Tylr shifted uncomfortably on his heels. He felt a little bad. Maybe Grys was realizing he wasn’t thrilled to be on assignment with him. Maybe the laugh that he’d added was too much. He never could tell much of what was going on in Grys’ head. Tylr needed some peace and time to think. He was tired of living his life the way he had been, and he needed a plan. To have a plan he would need to do some investigating and researching...both things he knew he wouldn’t get accomplished with his brother around.

Another ringing announced their arrival on the surface. As the door opened, Tylr reached his arm out with a silly grin on his face, halting Grys from his hasty exit. It’s not you, it’s me.

And then just like he’d been able to read Tylr’s mind, Grys glared at him. We wouldn’t need women on this planet if all the men acted like you, ya know.

Tylr was completely thrown but decided not to show it. He dropped his hand with a half laugh. Of course we would. I’m tired of my hands being the only ones that touch my body.

Grys turned serious, which was very unusual. Look, bud. You’re not the only one.

As they exited the bucket, an overwhelming sense of loneliness came over Tylr. He wasn’t old per se, but he wasn’t exactly young