There is no way on Earth I’m letting these aliens drag me and match me as a mate. Well...that’s probably why I’m not on Earth anymore. There I was, just minding my own business, thinking I was agreeing to one interview. Not a galaxy wide thrill ride involving blue bunnies, strange aliens, a galactic talk show host who happens to be a chicken...and… Oh yeah, a big giant alien warrior who says I’m his fated mate. I mean, I’ve never really gotten past the third date with anyone before and now I’m supposed to marry the guy? Sure, he’s easy on the eyes. And he could bench press me with one hand. But if he thinks I'm gonna bend to his rules, he’s got another thing coming. I’m just gonna get through this interview, and do whatever it takes to get back home in one piece. After we save the universe that is. Smh. Aliens. … Okay, maybe I will “bend” to his rules...just this once.