The blue alien who rescues me from pirates says we're married. As if! But he's so damned tempting . . . as is his wicked tail. ELLA: All the bigwigs on Earth said I'd have a bright future in space. They obviously knew nothing, 'cause I'm sweating in the bows of an alien pirate ship. The lizards who captured me figured out I've got a way with machines. Thank god, I've concocted one hell of an escape plan. Then he waltzes into the middle of it, seven-feet of handsome wrapped in blue skin and horns. Human guys never wanted me, but Tark doesn't even bother to say hello. I get the alien who leaps straight to, "We're married!" Tark looks at me like I hung the moon, and the heat of his touch gets my motor running. But I've got zero experience. TARK: Even though I'm in the middle of an important mission, I jump at the chance to rescue a Hyoo-mon female. After all, she might be my mate. And she is! Ell-Laa is big, strong, beautiful, and grumpy. But I don't care. Her frowns can't hide her big heart. Or the way she breathes my name when I touch her. When enemies threaten to tear us apart, I fight for her. I'll risk everything to protect her, do anything to claim her. Contains mature themes.