The Zandians have taken back their planet. Now they need brides.
All human females have been assigned to mates. Yes,Ā mates,Ā multiple.
I've been given to three handsome males--cousins.
Huge, purple, and horned, they act like they want to eat me for breakfast.
After what I've been through with previous slave masters, I don't know how I'll survive this.
But I have to. It's adapt or be sent off-planet, which would mean my death, considering I'm wanted for murder.
My mates cannot find out I'm not able to reproduce.
I need to keep my secret, figure out a way to survive, stay focused.
But when the Zandian warriors claim me, they make me forget my past and scream with pleasure.
I can't let myself fall for them. If they learn my secret, I'll lose more than my life.
I'll lose my heart.
