Abducted by aliens in the middle of the night, then dumped on a foreign planet in nothing but my flimsy nightclothes. Any number of predators could have eaten me. Well, as it turns out, I was—eaten, I mean—by a hulking alien who really knew what he was doing when it came to pleasing human women. Is he my protector or my captor? And what happened to the other women I was abducted with? Something must be seriously wrong with me because I want to ask for his help to find the other women, but even with our language barrier, I find my thoughts drifting. And the way he touches me tells me his thoughts are anything but pure. I must be crazy. There are dangers on this planet he’s only hinted at, a reason I’m here I don’t know, and yet when I’m with my alien savior, all I can think is when he touches me, I really, really, like it.