Vandalar Concubines: Books 1-3
(2021)(A book in the Vandalar Concubines series)
An omnibus of novels by V K Ludwig
Trained in the arts of love, cooking, and cleaning, these horned and tailed aliens are eager to please their females...
Sign Here for Horns:
I accidentally bought myself an alien concubine.
Thirty-one, recently divorced, and behind on the mortgage for my farm, I scrape my last savings together and buy myself a farmhand.
That big, horned alien I end up with? He’s a Vandalar saikh, a male concubine, and he wants to plow more than just my fields.
Guess I should have read the fine print of the purchase contract better because the trader refuses to take him back. Now I’m stuck with weed-infested fields, red letters from the bank, and a guy who says he studied one million ways to please a female. (His words, it’s not like I’m going to count…)
Never Cuff an Alien:
My alien concubine refuses to please me.
That gruff, muscled Vandalar saikh I bought myself keeps running away. So I do what every lonely woman in her thirties would: I cuff him to my bed until he comes to his senses.
At least now I don’t have to chase behind him in high heels, and can concentrate on starting my mail-order-saikh business. What could possibly go wrong?
I tell you what: he frees himself.
Of course, he does.
Now I’m the one tied to the bed while he threatens punishment. I really should freak out about this, having so much work to do building myself a new existence and all — but I’m just happy he’s finally showing some initiative.
Turn Left for Stars:
It’s hard to find the right alien concubine…
Finding three of them? Impossible! Watching the future saikhs practice their penetration angles at the saikhmenti alone doesn’t cut it to make a decision. What about other things like… I don’t know. Personality?
What I need is insider information.
That saikh-in-training who keeps failing his assessments? He’s offering it up freely. Kinda. All he wants is practice those fancy skills on me, or otherwise he might flunk his finals.
Meh, why not?
Don’t accuse me of caring. All I do is let him improve his skills in exchange for dirt on his classmates. I’m technically a martyr, taking one for team Earth here. You’re welcome.
Besides, how bad can he be?
Turns out, not bad at all.
In fact, he’s so good I can’t help but wonder: why do I need three saikhs if this one pleases me so perfectly?
(Wait, I just remembered why! Because I signed a contract stating I would do exactly that. Well... eff me.)
Binge the first three books in the Vandalar Concubines series, featuring alien concubines trained to cook, clean, and something that rhymes with buck.
Sign Here for Horns:
I accidentally bought myself an alien concubine.
Thirty-one, recently divorced, and behind on the mortgage for my farm, I scrape my last savings together and buy myself a farmhand.
That big, horned alien I end up with? He’s a Vandalar saikh, a male concubine, and he wants to plow more than just my fields.
Guess I should have read the fine print of the purchase contract better because the trader refuses to take him back. Now I’m stuck with weed-infested fields, red letters from the bank, and a guy who says he studied one million ways to please a female. (His words, it’s not like I’m going to count…)
Never Cuff an Alien:
My alien concubine refuses to please me.
That gruff, muscled Vandalar saikh I bought myself keeps running away. So I do what every lonely woman in her thirties would: I cuff him to my bed until he comes to his senses.
At least now I don’t have to chase behind him in high heels, and can concentrate on starting my mail-order-saikh business. What could possibly go wrong?
I tell you what: he frees himself.
Of course, he does.
Now I’m the one tied to the bed while he threatens punishment. I really should freak out about this, having so much work to do building myself a new existence and all — but I’m just happy he’s finally showing some initiative.
Turn Left for Stars:
It’s hard to find the right alien concubine…
Finding three of them? Impossible! Watching the future saikhs practice their penetration angles at the saikhmenti alone doesn’t cut it to make a decision. What about other things like… I don’t know. Personality?
What I need is insider information.
That saikh-in-training who keeps failing his assessments? He’s offering it up freely. Kinda. All he wants is practice those fancy skills on me, or otherwise he might flunk his finals.
Meh, why not?
Don’t accuse me of caring. All I do is let him improve his skills in exchange for dirt on his classmates. I’m technically a martyr, taking one for team Earth here. You’re welcome.
Besides, how bad can he be?
Turns out, not bad at all.
In fact, he’s so good I can’t help but wonder: why do I need three saikhs if this one pleases me so perfectly?
(Wait, I just remembered why! Because I signed a contract stating I would do exactly that. Well... eff me.)
Binge the first three books in the Vandalar Concubines series, featuring alien concubines trained to cook, clean, and something that rhymes with buck.
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