Lamia is ready to be matched. She’s done with bad dates, half-effort boyfriends, and the ticking clock of biology. Officially in the “geriatric pregnancy” category, she isn’t wasting another year on men who can’t commit. So she signs up for an alien matchmaking program that promises the perfect mate. A mate who’ll cherish her, adore her, and give her those alien babies she deserves.
The problem? Her match comes with… special conditions. His kind’s courtship standards involve stalking, home invasion, and all sorts of behavior frowned upon in polite society. Still, Lamia signs the contract. What’s a little risk in the...
Lamia is ready to be matched. She’s done with bad dates, half-effort boyfriends, and the ticking clock of biology. Officially in the “geriatric pregnancy” category, she isn’t wasting another year on men who can’t commit. So she signs up for an alien matchmaking program that promises the perfect mate. A mate who’ll cherish her, adore her, and give her those alien babies she deserves.
The problem? Her match comes with… special conditions. His kind’s courtship standards involve stalking, home invasion, and all sorts of behavior frowned upon in polite society. Still, Lamia signs the contract. What’s a little risk in the pursuit of a balanced relationship? But as the days stretch on with no sign of her mysterious suitor, she starts to wonder if she’s been ghosted by an apex predator.
Vlacul doesn’t understand what went wrong. He’s been courting his human from the moment she agreed. He’s been escorting her, protecting her, guarding her, everything his species does to prove devotion. But she refuses to acknowledge him, a clear rejection in his culture.
The moment he saw her, he was lost. Now he just needs her permission to pounce.
A high heat, sci-fi romance for fans of dark fated mates, possessive alien lovers, and consent driven chaos that ends in cozy violence. This story is recommended only for readers who are really into domestic skirmishes and safe words.
