In Santorini's most exclusive resort, the owner isn't human—and checkout isn't an option. I booked a budget Santorini getaway to hide from the pharmaceutical corporation that wants me dead. Instead, I got an €8,000-per-night villa, a mysterious owner with too many scars, and a gladiator blade that definitely isn't a replica. Kaz says he can protect me. But when he kisses me like I'm his last breath, when his skin burns too hot and something moves beneath the surface—I realize I should be protect me from what? The assassins hunting me? Or the monster I'm falling for? For ninety-two years, I've been a weapon. A killer. A thing. Then Edith walks into my safe house with her sharp tongue and fearless eyes, and for the first time, I want to be a man. She doesn't know I'm alien. That I shift into something with claws and armor. That my kind claims mates with a bite that bonds us forever. I should tell her the truth before I take her to my bed. But when assassins breach my sanctuary, when her blood hits my stone floors, when she looks at me and whispers "show me what you really are"— I'll show her the monster. And then I'll make her mine. Vacation with the Alien Gladiator is a steamy novella featuring one retired alien warrior hiding on Earth and a corporate whistleblower who never expected her Greek getaway to include claws, claiming bites, and forever. HEA guaranteed. No cliffhangers. Just a monster who goes absolutely feral for his mate.