The Alien Commander’s Claim

Résumé du livre

The alien commander claims I’m his soul-bonded mate—but I never signed up to be anyone’s cosmic wife.

When our research ship crashes on Zephyria, I’m expecting death, dismemberment, or at least some really awkward first contact protocols. What I’m not expecting is to be rescued by seven feet of gorgeous, four-armed alien who accidentally soul-bonds with me during emergency medical treatment.

Commander Thane keeps insisting it’s “destiny.” I keep insisting it’s a massive cosmic screwup.

But when rebel Zephyrians decide to use my crew as weapons against their own people, I need all the help I can get. Even if that help comes with scales that change color with his emotions and a complete inability to understand human sarcasm.

Too bad the soul-bond means I can feel exactly how much he wants to protect me. And too bad my traitorous body is starting to want him right back.

Now I’m stuck navigating alien politics, keeping my crew alive, and trying not to fall for the honorable commander who thinks I’m his gift from the stars.

But between the flying food, the carnivorous plants, and Thane’s adorably confused attempts to understand Earth customs, I’m starting to think this cosmic collision might be the best accident that ever happened to me.

A standalone sci-fi romance with a guaranteed HEA, steamy scenes, and enough alien suspense to power a small spacecraft.