
Tamed By the Alien Himbo
I was just trying to get over my ex.
Now I’m being worshipped by a 7-foot alien himbo with abs for days and zero chill.
This all started with one little mistake. Okay, fine—I accidentally volunteered for an intergalactic dating experiment. (In my defense, I thought it was a scam. Or a wine subscription box.)
Now I’m stuck on a spaceship with Jack—yes, that’s really his name—a gorgeous, musclebound, zero-personal-space alien who’s way too hot, way too sweet, and way too obsessed with making me his “forever mate.”
He brings me snacks. He purrs when I touch him. ...
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