KALIA: I'm an independent career woman. I fight the bad guys myself, and I fly my own ship. The last thing I have time for is a man. So when the Celestial Mates cherub tells me I'm next on the list for a mate? I laugh.
But then I see him. Seven feet of alien muscle, a face like a movie star and a tongue that could drive a girl wild.
I can't stop staring at the eye candy, but that's all he can ever be. Humans don't date Yolcadians. And I'll be lucky if I even get off this alien ship alive.
SCORVAN: Yolcadian soldiers swear an oath to stay single. So when the captivating human with the black hair crash-lands on my ship, I know I should keep away.
The problem is, I never was very good at following orders.
I'm going to save this beautiful female. And I'm going to make her mine. Even if I have to battle everyone in the galaxy to get to her.
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I stare at her. “I know nothing of any kidnap. You arrived here, without warning.”
The alien computer voice emerges from the ship again. The female switches back to her own strange language to converse with it.
I watch all of this with fascination.
Eventually, the female turns back. “Oh, man. My onboard computer thinks we got caught in a free-floating wormhole. That’s all she can think of. I guess it saved our lives, because we would’ve been squished like bugs on your windshield otherwise. But we never meant to fly into your ship, okay? We’ll be out of your hair just as soon as you can direct us to the exit portal.”
“This is a loading bay,” I say, slowly. The beautiful alien is pretty clueless. “This bay does not have any route for launching ships back into space. You’re going to need to exit through the wormhole again.”
We both look around.
“I don’t see the wormhole,” she says.
READ MORE“No,” I agree. “Neither do I.”
“You mean I’m stuck here until this big hunk of junk lands somewhere?”
“Indeed.”
“And when are you next landing? Today?”
“Not for many, many sun-turns.”
The alien female shrieks words I don’t recognize, but which sound vexed.
“Let me get that damn cherub back here,” she says, in my language. “Do you know how to call him?”
“Cherub?” This female is behaving more oddly by the minute. I don’t know any cherubs. “I do not understand the reference you are making.”
The female makes an exasperated noise, scrunching up her face and baring her tiny little white teeth. It is adorable.
I have to cross my hands over my belt buckle, because I can feel my body betraying me beneath my uniform. My pants are close-fitting, and I fear she will notice my arousal if I do not cover myself.
Holy Moon of Chronos, how I want her. More than I have ever wanted anything in my life. The longing hits me at full speed like a punch to the stomach.
COLLAPSE 
