Monstrous alien romance. Romantic suspense. Action and adventure…and a giggle.
Wrath! Wrath! Wrath! I could say his name all day long. It just slips so easily off my tongue.
I wonder what else of his will slip off my tongue—wink, wink!
Okay, I admit it! I joined a space exchange dating app.
Please don't judge me. At least not until you see the male dregs left here on Earth.
I've read his profile, and he sounds goooorgeous!
So I accepted it as soon as it came through, even though the photo still hasn't uploaded properly.
Anyway, I just know he's going to be the equivalent of an alien Adonis.
Oh...hang on a sec....it's just loading now.
....Oh...my...God....
Nooooooooo!
Can I get out of this?
What are the terms and conditions of the app?
My heart thunders in my chest as I read them.
There is only one way to get out of this permanent union, but it goes against all my morals.
Why didn't I read the damn small print?
What should I do?