Imogen Herrera had thought the plan was simple enough… Step one was easy. It was after that where things skid sideways, and Imogen somehow found herself spacenapped along with a passel of other human brides intended for Phaeton. Waking up to hear that she’d been drugged, snatched, and almost sold into space slavery before getting saved by a planet full of sex-starved, hot miners who are looking for compatible mates had not been in any of the scenarios she’d planned. Is this a sign for her to go back to her color-coded calendars and lonesome routine on Earth or is fate giving her a chance to really mix things up?