What do an egotistical sexy warrior, a stupid recessive gene, and intergalactic travel have in common for me? Well, it was the recipe used to destroy my life. You know it is going to be a bad day when you awaken to find you have been stolen from the planet and in order to live you must imprint with a space warrior that hates your very existence. To add fuel to the fire, this imprinting brings out superhuman abilities that you are now supposed to use to save the galaxy. Did I mention I was a pacifist? Now I am tied to a smoking hot, sexy as sin warrior who is intent on turning me into a superhero. Kill me now.