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Screw this dying planet and screw TerraLink with its relocation program that's some kind of glorified off-world skin trade. Everyone only signs up because it's the only way to escape Earth before the whole thing gets burned to a crisp. And yes, I signed up, too. If I’m going to get off this rock, it’s my only option. I don’t even care if I get set up as a breeder or a slave. Like hell if I’m going to die on Earth.

After the hell of growing up half-dead in the desert, you would think that two men fighting over the same human woman would be fun. But these two happen to be father and son. Gross. So, here I was, halfway across the galaxy, caught between an Alien King with nose hair and a bad habit of killing his wives and his handsome son with magic fingers and lips I could kiss for days. I bet you can guess which one I want… the one that is thankfully is void of nose hair, or chest hair, or any hair below the waistline… not that I was looking... Okay, I was, but that’s not the point!