Hazardous Materials: A Steamy Scifi Romance (You've Got Alien Mail #6)

Some hazardous materials may cause dizziness, euphoria, and uncontrollable desireZOLA Being bonded to an alien gladiator wasn't in my career plan. Neither was developing an addiction to Crash's scent, or needing him within arm's reach every second. He's possessive, protective, and his idea of courtship involves eliminating threats with lethal efficiency. I should be terrified. Instead, I'm piloting us through asteroid fields while he claims me in ways that rewrite my understanding of pleasure.

CRASH She thinks our bond trapped her. I know it saved us both. Zola's not just my mate—she's my equal, my partner, the only person who sees past the monster. A killer from my past wants us dead. My solution? Teach her to fight like a Velogian, love like a mate, and trust that when I say "mine," I mean forever. Her scientific mind wants proof. Her body already knows the truth.

Perfect for fans of anxious shapeshifting blobs, hazmat scanners having existential crises, alien gladiators attempting human pickup lines, and ten-foot separation limits that make bathroom breaks complicated