About this book
I’m not looking for true love on another planet. I’m just looking for one thing in my life that’s sure of me.
I’ve spent ten years planning for this. I’ve got the binder, the breathing app, and an exit mapped in every room. I’m exhausted from being afraid of my own life. So I walk into the alien matchmaking program ready to white-knuckle through it like everything else.
Then my match clips his shoulder coming through the doorframe and nearly trips the second he scents me.
He’s everything I braced for — and nothing I prepared for. Because Jorik is blushing. His voice cracks before he can get his own name out, and one breath of me leaves him shaking harder than I am. My body wants him before my brain gets a vote, and I haven’t let anyone close… ever.
I came here sure I’d be the one who wasn’t enough. I didn’t expect him to be more terrified than I am.
For readers who love short and spicy fated mates, orc romance, scent bonds that bypass all higher brain function, dry-witted overthinking heroines, monster size difference (everywhere), claiming bites, a blushing giant who’ll wreck her, and the kind of heat that soaks through the pages.
