I like things neat and tidy. Schedules. Lists. Hunky alien warriors aren't on the agenda. I had a plan for my life. Being beamed away to an alien planet and offered up to an alien prince? Not part of the plan. Even if our chemistry is electric. The longer we spend together, the more I begin to wonder what's under that bluff exterior. But someone is causing trouble from the shadows - will we have the chance to make a new plan together?