My alien concubine refuses to please me. That gruff, muscled Vandalar saikh I bought myself keeps running away. So I do what every lonely woman in her thirties would: I cuff him to my bed until he comes to his senses. At least now I don’t have to chase behind him in high heels, and can concentrate on starting my mail-order-saikh business. What could possibly go wrong? I tell you what: he frees himself. Of course, he does. Now I’m the one tied to the bed while he threatens punishment. I really should freak out about this, having so much work to do building myself a new existence and all—but I’m just happy he’s finally showing some initiative. Never Cuff an Alien is the second book in this interconnected alien romantic comedy series, featuring concubines trained to cook, clean, and please their female in whichever way she wishes—or not. Some are stubborn like that...