{"id":251437,"date":"2026-07-13T01:16:09","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T22:16:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/aliens-bargin-honey-phillips\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T01:16:09","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T22:16:09","slug":"aliens-bargin-honey-phillips","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/aliens-bargin-honey-phillips\/","title":{"rendered":"Aliens Bargin – Honey Phillips"},"content":{"rendered":"
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He disappeared inside without a word, leaving her standing at the entrance with her satchel full of sunvines and her thoughts in complete disarray. Well, she thought. That\u2019s that, then. Except it wasn\u2019t. She knew it wasn\u2019t. That kiss had changed something between them, cracking open a door that couldn\u2019t be closed again no matter how hard he tried.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d felt it in the desperation of his mouth and the trembling of his hands, in the ragged sound he\u2019d made when he finally pulled away. He wanted her just as badly as she wanted him. All she had to do was figure out how to make him admit it. Dani was awake when Jessa entered, sitting up in the big chair by the fireplace with a carved wooden animal in her hands. The little mountain cat with remarkably detailed fur was one of Tarek\u2019s creations. \u201cYou were gone a long time.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dani\u2019s eyes were bright, curious. \u201cDid you find lots of vines?\u201d \u201cPlenty.\u201d She set her satchel down and kissed the top of her sister\u2019s head. \u201cHow are you feeling?\u201d \u201cGood. Really good.\u201d A pause. \u201cTarek came through a minute ago. He looked\u2026 strange.\u201d \u201cStrange how?\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t know. All stiff and growly. More growly than usual.\u201d Dani\u2019s nose wrinkled. \u201cDid you make him angry?\u201d Not angry, she thought. Something else entirely. \u201cWe had a disagreement,\u201d she said instead. \u201cNothing to worry about. Are you hungry? I could make\u2060\u2014\u201d \u201cI already ate.<\/p>\n

Tarek left me food before you went out.\u201d Dani held up the carved cat. \u201cAnd he gave me this. He said it was a practice piece, but look at it! It\u2019s so pretty!\u201d She took the little figure, turning it over in her hands. The craftsmanship was exquisite\u2014every detail precise, from the curve of the ears to the tiny paws. It wasn\u2019t a practice piece at all. It was a gift. Her heart clenched. Damn him. Damn the stubborn, complicated, impossibly kind male who pretended to be made of stone but carved toys for her sick sister and built furniture for guests he claimed he didn\u2019t want.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s beautiful,\u201d she agreed, handing it back.<\/p>\n

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Copyright \u00a9 2026 by Honey Phillips All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the author. Disclaimer This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author\u2019s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real.<\/p>\n

Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Cover Design by Mariah Sinclair Edited by Lindsay York at LY Publishing Services Formatted with Vellum 1kitap1.com\/en CONTENTS Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Epilogue Author\u2019s Note Other Titles About the Author 1kitap1.com\/en T CHAPTER 1 he spinning wheel hummed its familiar lullaby, the rhythm as steady as a heartbeat, as Jessa guided the fiber between her fingers, watching the twist climb the yarn.<\/p>\n

Morning light slanted through the cottage windows, catching dust motes that drifted like tiny stars. She\u2019d been at this for two hours already, working through the pile of carded wool that sat in its basket beside her stool. The thread pooled onto the bobbin in neat, even layers\u2014 nothing fancy, but it would fetch a fair price at the weekly market.<\/p>\n

Behind her, Dani coughed. The sound was soft, barely audible over the wheel\u2019s drone, and Jessa forced herself to keep her hands moving. Don\u2019t fuss. She hates when you fuss. Another cough, louder this time. Unable to resist, she glanced over her shoulder. Her sister sat curled in the reading chair near the window, a blanket tucked around her thin shoulders despite the mild morning.<\/p>\n

Dani\u2019s dark hair fell loose around her face as she bent over the book in her lap, her brow furrowed in concentration. \u201cYou should eat something,\u201d she said gently. \u201cAlready did.\u201d Dani didn\u2019t look up. Her finger traced the lines on the page, lips moving silently as she read. \u201cHalf a biscuit isn\u2019t breakfast.\u201d \u201cIt is when you\u2019re not hungry.\u201d<\/p>\n

She bit back the automatic response. The traveling medic said forcing food would only make things worse. The medic also said Dani\u2019s constitution was weak, and that she needed warmth and rest and medicine\u2014medicine Jessa couldn\u2019t afford even if it were available in their small village.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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