Sasha I have zero intentions of buying myself an alien male. 100 years ago, that statement may have struck you as odd for a variety of reasons. Today, it’s only odd for the simple fact that it casts me as an outsider. I am the only person I know that’s not clawing her way through the complicated process of claiming an alien mate for myself. Two of my estranged sisters, my cousins, my aunts, and nearly everyone else I know have brought home an alien whether it be to satisfy a loneliness, a companion to share their time and affection, or to procreate. Or so they say. Watching from my ivory tower, it seems to me things are a little darker than your typical happily ever after. Women of my spoiled, gilded, elite world are shopping around for the tallest, fittest, most exotic males. Physical desires would be a huge motivator I imagine but these males seem to have little purpose other than to be a mate to impress. A pretty thing to dangle before ones enemies and drive them green with envy. Im not interested in a trophy mate and would rather sit back and watch the spectacle from afar. But my mother has baby fever and my sisters have yet to fulfill her grandma urges. But I don’t want babies and I don’t need companionship. In fact, I’m perfectly happy alone. Or so I thought. When I walk into the cosmic kissed agency, purely to indulge my meddling family and meet Jareth for the first time, a tall, arrogant Saveet male with a silk tongue and bedroom eyes…I’m more than a little shocked by my bodies reaction and even more confused as to how I ended up signing those dang papers that bound us together for life. Suddenly I’ve found myself in a coveted position… mated. And when the price of a mate is so very steep, that is a very dangerous place to be. Warning. For readers 18 years and older. Contains explicit sexual situations and language.
