Sold from one species to another isn’t the dream I had when I signed up for an alien husband… The promise of being electronically matched with a wealthy, handsome alien husband and going from a dying Earth to a new, healthy world seemed like an impossible dream. After securing a successful match, I left with my meager possessions and dreams of starting over.

Instead of a better life, our transport ship was raided and was abducted. Everyone else was sold off at various stops until there was no one left but me. When my turn came, I fought to escape but failed miserably. Every species in the ‘verse is bigger, stronger and more dominant than humans. I never stood a chance.

Sold from one species to another, I finally managed to slip away and quickly learn that escaping was the easy part. Actually surviving, turns out to be much more challenging. Only one alien will help me and we survive by watching each other’s backs.

I attract the notice of a group of Draconian warriors. They speak my language and tell me in no uncertain terms what they want to do with me. Four drop dead gorgeous aliens wanting a mate would seem like a dream come true, except each of them is extremely dominant and I’m not sure if this is just another way of being owned. I’ve had enough of being considered a possession to last a lifetime. Bumping into me in the marketplace doesn’t make me a pretty trinket.

The bigger problem is, I’ve got a soft spot for men who make me feel safe and I’m growing more enamored of them with each interaction. When they call me their Queen, I can’t help fantasizing about allowing them to properly worship me. Those thoughts make me a bad, bad girl. Between avoiding my abductors and teasing the Draconian warriors, it’s been nonstop action. When the adrenaline rush finally wears off I realize that I have to end this before I end up enslaved again.