She crash-lands into a warlord's fortress. He thinks she's his new concubine. She just wants to survive the week. All I wanted was to drop off my package and collect my credits. Instead, my piece-of-junk ship crashes near a notorious warlord's fortress, and his guards drag me inside thinking I'm some kind of "gift." Now I'm stuck playing dress-up in barely-there robes while everyone assumes I'm here to seduce the terrifyingly gorgeous First Blade. Problem is, the longer I'm his "guest," the more I realize the greatest danger isn't his wrath—it's how he makes my pulse race when he looks at me like I'm something precious instead of disposable. The human courier is meant to be returned immediately. She is chaos incarnate—defiant, sarcastic, utterly unsuitable for my ordered existence. Yet when she smiles, something long-dead stirs within me. When she fixes broken things with gentle hands, I begin to wonder if even I might be salvageable. But she was sent here as bait in a deadly game, and keeping her close may destroy us both. Perfect for fans of accidental crash landings, brooding warlords who fall first and hardest, serving droids with bawdy entertainment protocols and logistics coordinators who fix broken things (including hearts).