Starfighter Training Academy

Starfighter Training Academy. It was just a game. The newest, hottest video game release of the year. Choose a role. Build the perfect hero who joins you on missions to save the Vega star system from the evil Queen Raya and her merciless Dark Fleet. Play for hours? Check. Obsess over the in-game romance between your avatar and the sexiest alien you've ever seen? Check. Win? Beat the heck out of the game? Check and check. Open your door at 3:00 in the morning to find that smoking-hot alien you thought you made up in your head standing there? Um... okay. Wake up on the other side of the galaxy with that same alien insisting you're his... and that you haven't been playing a video game, but completed the training program to become the first Starfighter from Earth? Holy sh$t.

I'm obsessed with the game. I spend so many hours playing that I dream about dangerous missions on other worlds... and my gorgeous, in-game training partner, Kassius. That is, until I win. I beat Starfighter Training Academy. But is it a game? Or alien software designed to recruit new, unsuspecting soldiers for a war in another star system? Because when my hot-as-heck alien shows up at my workplace demanding I leave Earth and travel to the Vega System? What? When he informs me it's my duty to fight Queen Raya and the Dark Fleet? Claims he wants me as much as I've craved him? Let's just say things get crazy. Facing the truth is never easy, but when I arrive at the Elite Starfighter base, I learn that Kassius cheated the system, hacked into the game, and lied to everyone on two worlds to make me his. Now who's obsessed?

Two friends have disappeared playing Starfighter Training Academy. No one cares because it's just a game. Right? I know something is wrong. Messed up. Completely off. And no one is paying attention. My BFFs went missing after beating the hottest new multiplayer game on the planet, Starfighter Training Academy. They won. They celebrated. They vanished. So, what's the girl left behind supposed to do? Beat the damn game, that's what. Find out the truth, even if that includes being recruited to fight in an alien war, lusting after the hottest alien I've ever seen, and marching into a battle there's little chance of winning. I will find my friends. I will learn what the heck is going on. And I will kiss the alien hunk I've been staring at for weeks. Watch me.