Captured by alien lizards. Rescued (sort of) by an alien alpha male.
The view from an alien cage is not how Commander Grace Summers planned to see the universe. This was so not in the training manual.
But in the cage next to her, Grace finds a helping hand. A big silver one. With claws. Jackpot: an alien hunk who has a decent escape plan.
But why do Zhadra’s eyes start to glow when Grace wants to improve the plan? And why does his every growl make Grace melt into a heated puddle of need?
After escaping, close encounters with the big guy nearly distract her from their destination: his planet.
Is there a place for her on Obos? And will it be with him or without him?