He may slither and hiss. But he’s all man where it counts. Rule Number One if you’re a human woman on the alien hell world of Protheka: Don’t ever stop running. Because if the orcs that burned your village stop chasing you, that means you strayed into Nagaland – the territory of the fiercest nightmares on the planet. Their scales and forked tongues will mesmerize you as they catch you. You’ll end up like me – a pet to a naga general. He’ll parade you through his camp as his human female trophy as his eyes roam your very curvy, very human body. But you won’t mind one bit. Because he killed the orcs that burned your village. He fed you. Gave you clothes. Comfort. Security. He gave you medicine to heal your body and gave you a bed to sleep in peacefully for the first time in your life. But most of all… He gave you his heart.