My lies are a heavy weight and I don’t know if I can carry them. I'm a liar. A huge one. Not because I wanted to be, but because if anyone knew the truth, I would be hated for the rest of my life. I’ve known about the government plot working with the aliens for months now, but they promised me that I would be kept safe. When I’m found out and forced to leave town without saying goodbye to anyone, I think life can’t get worse, but I’m so wrong. Imagine my surprise when I’m kidnapped again but this time by the same alien who kicked me out of town. What’s worse is the surly scarred male with them has decided it’s his life's mission to make me both hate and desire him. Vakir is the most domineering jerk I’ve ever met, and strangely, I allow him control. The longer we’re together, the more I enjoy it. This was supposed to be a way out of my captors arms but instead I’ve run right into those big biceps willingly, multiple times. Now that I know just how he got those scars I want to help no matter what it takes, I just didn’t expect to be captured again by the very enemy who did it. Taken by surprise, can love defeat the odds?