Zandian Lights by Renee Rose

THE ZANDIANS STILL NEED BRIDES.
It’s the Zandian Lights festival, and the king declared a free-for-all.
All human females may mate without petition.
Without multiple partners. Without promises.
Two warriors have pledged themselves to me,
but I can’t get excited about becoming their bride.
There’s only one purple-skinned male who excites me-
Mykl, my master and supervisor. The gruff male with a dislike for humans.
But I’ve also seen heat in his eyes, a tilt of his horns when he looks at me.
So this holiday, my only wish is to snag his attention.
And maybe even his heart.