There’s a hot alien male living in my apartment…and he hates my guts. Vidanric reminds me daily that he despises Earth and wants to go home. He’s miserable, and so am I—even though I can’t help but admire the view when he’s standing shirtless in my kitchen making a smoothie. Loudly. At three in the morning. My horoscope didn’t prepare me for any of this. He chewed up and ate one of the inspirational notes I gave him. He cooks squirrels in my cast-iron skillet. He complains nonstop about my annoying Earth-girl habits. This alien’s not grumpy—he’s downright hostile. All he wants to do is go back to his home planet. But it’s impossible for him to go home. So I do the next best thing and try to make him fall in love with something on Earth. But Vidanric doesn’t like it when I surprise him on a run. He snarls when I bake him cookies. And he growls when I strip off my clothes and convince him to do an interplanetary nasty. It might not be enough to make him fall for Earth. But I might end up falling in love with him. And that will be a planet-sized disaster. This is a stand-alone, full-length, laugh-out-loud romantic comedy, complete with hot, snarly aliens, enough steam to blast off a planet, and a heroine who loves her horoscopes as much as she loves her math equations! Happily ever after guaranteed!