He claimed I was his mate. I claimed he was insane… until the bond burned hotter than the stars. I thought I was collecting water samples in the Florida Keys. Instead, the ocean swallowed me whole and dumped me into the arms of a glowing alien warrior who claimed I was his mate. Vylit of Mavtros was seven feet of bioluminescent muscle, star-bright eyes, and terrifying intensity. He carried me like I weighed nothing, growled that I belonged to him, and swore he’d protect me with his last breath. Problem? I hadn’t signed up for the Intergalactic Dating Agency. I never agreed to be anyone’s "genetic complement." And when the translation patch at my throat mangled everything I said into bizarre innuendo, things went from bad to downright insane. Now pirates want to steal me, tribunals want to judge me, and the only person standing between me and galactic chaos is the alien who burns brighter than the stars. But can I really trust him… or myself Fated mates. Snarky banter. Alien obsession. A spicy instalove romance that glows in all the right places.