Crashed Without a Herd (Planet Hucow #1)

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If anyone asks what I was wearing when I got abducted by aliens, the honest answer is red lace.

Modified by the same bull-men aliens? Red lace.

Crashed on a primitive alien planet? Still red, but slightly tatty lace.

Captured and claimed by a herd of three alien bull-men? Milk-soaked, barely able to contain my massive chest, completely torn lace.

To Gorak, Brenn, and Tarek, I’m a rare species of cow, one they keep instead of auctioning off to pay their debt. I shouldn’t enjoy being the property of three thirsty, primitive, muscular, alien bull-men. I was a lawyer, damn it. But the way they hold me in their massive alien arms, drink from my enormous, dripping chest, and claim me as their mate?

Well, what’s a girl to do when she’s genetically modified livestock on a primitive alien bovine planet?