I adore this series. It’s the perfect means of escapism for sci fi/fantasy fans who enjoy mate bond style romances without a complicated, intricate storyline. I put off reading this series for awhile even though I was told repeatedly I would enjoy it. Frankly, I thought it would be lowbrow cheesy soft porn masquerading as sci fi erotic romance. Imagine my surprise that it is a well written series with developed characters, viable plot lines, plenty of humor, and some steamy hawt action. The heroes are alpha sweeties and I loved that the heroines react realistically towards their situation. I just finished book four, Barbarian Mine, and have to give Dixon kudos for not only changing up the storyline-hero and heroine have more then the average language issues-but also for making the hero a virgin. A virgin. Heh.

Rukh-Alien. Hermit. Father died when he was seven. He was taught all the other aliens are the enemy. He sees Harlow and caveman style claims her-dragging her off to his lair.

Harlow-One of the original alien kidnapped women. Was with a group of barbarians and humans at the alien ship when she was snatched by Rukh.

The following scene is Harlow helping Rukh to understand what she likes sexually.

Her small hand – no longer ice cold – touches mine. She tugs on my fingers, and I let her guide me. When she pushes my hand between her thighs, I suck in a breath. She is hot and wet here. She’s wet like I am when I am aroused. Is she aroused? Does she like it when I touch her?

Tentatively, I brush my fingers over her body, exploring her. There is a patch of hair here, which strikes me as unusual. Her scent washes over me, though, and my cock stirs again. This is the scent of her arousal. I recognize it, and I want more of it. My fingers feel big and clumsy as I continue to touch her, learning her body. Underneath the tangle of curls, her soft skin parts, and she has wet, slick folds.

Har-loh likes for these to be touched, I think, because she rubs up against me and moans. I want more of her moans, so I keep touching and exploring. She’s so very wet; her scent is everywhere, permeating my skin. There is nothing that has ever smelled finer to me. I want to pull my hand to my mouth and lick it clean of her, to taste her.But she takes my hand and guides it again, to a little bump between her folds. And she uses my finger to gently circle around it, then stops.
Is she…showing me what she likes? I mimic the motion. Immediately, her nails dig into my shoulders, and she cries out. “Rukh!”

I growl, because the sound of her is making me wild all over again. My cock throbs and fills with blood, hardening again. I touch her bump again, but it doesn’t get the same reaction. I try a few different touches before I realize that she likes it when I circle it gently. I do that, and she jerks against me, crying out.

I want more of those responses from her. So I keep touching and stroking her just the way she likes, and a few moments later, she shudders against me, her leg locking around my thigh, and I feel a surge of wetness coat my hand. She has had her release, too. I’m fascinated. I was too young when my father died for him to tell me of men and their mates, but I have vague memories of his stories, and how things should be.

Her scent coats my hand and I raise it to my nose and inhale deeply. It’s sweet and musky at the same time, and it makes my mouth water. I lick my fingers—

She pushes my hand aside. “Dundoodat.”

I growl at her. Why is she depriving me of this? Of her sweetness?

But she only pats my chest. “Tmorrohwetakeabaf.”

As of right now there are 5 novels and 5 novellas in the Ice Planet Barbarians series.

Book one-Ice Planet Barbarians by Ruby Dixon-is available now on kindle for only $.99.