The Zandians have taken back their planet. Now they need brides.
All human females have been assigned to mates. Yes, mates, 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 ones, 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 the Zandian warriors make me forget my past. 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.
