I'd been looking for love on all the wrong planets…
I was only trying to find a sexy alien to date. Is that wrong?
The idea of a hunk with extra arms or tail makes me warm all over even on the coldest nights on this miserable planet.
It was supposed to be a speed-dating-universe event. But instead of snuggling with a toasty alien in my bed, I wake up in a jail cell.
My cellmate is hunky all right, except he hates me.
Add in that our captors say we must mate or be beaten and the idea of suddenly forced alien exploration doesn't sound so good. But when I find myself falling for the winged alien, I know I'm in over my head with little to no chance of escaping.
