Smart Girls Love Aliens Series by Alina Jacobs

Crash-land on an alien barbarian planet and told there’s no way home? LMAO! I’m a rocket scientist. Miss me with that noise. Anyone else might have a nervous breakdown, but I was abducted with my besties! Between us, we have fifteen PhDs. We will be getting off this planet. Trust. No, I will not be finding an eternal bonded mate among the seven-foot-tall alien males. No, I will not be wearing a furkini and walking around barefoot... moreCrash-land on an alien barbarian planet and told there’s no way home? LMAO! I’m a rocket scientist. Miss me with that noise. Anyone else might have a nervous breakdown, but I was abducted with my besties! Between us, we have fifteen PhDs. We will be getting off this planet. Trust. No, I will not be finding an eternal bonded mate among the seven-foot-tall alien males. No, I will not be wearing a furkini and walking around barefoot. And no, I will not be moving into a cave with no internet or running water and accepting my fate like the rest of the freed human women on this craft-cocktail-forsaken planet. Two liquid hydrogen rockets and a smidge of deep-space travel later, and we’re back home on Earth. Except that our spaceship had stowaways. Now there’s a seven-foot-tall alien named Cassius in my Los Angeles condo. He’s calmly explaining that according to the ancestors, we are to be eternally mated and have a litter of children. Also, he’s wearing a loincloth. And he has horns. Wipe that smirk off your face. No, it is not as sexy as it sounds. He barked at my cat. He harassed my busybody Karen neighbor (actually, I’m okay with that one). And he’s obsessed with the ice maker in my fridge. What’s a smart girl to do? The smart thing is to build a rocket ship and send Cassius and his other hot alien friends back to their home planet. The not-smart thing to do is fall into those deep blue-gray eyes and let him show me just how good that forked tongue feels. And the downright stupid thing to do is fall in love with an alien. This is a stand-alone, full-length, laugh-out-loud romantic comedy, complete with bad space puns, hot guys with horns, and enough steam to cause a supernova. Happily ever after guaranteed! less

There’s a hot alien male living in my apartment…and he hates my guts. Vidanric reminds me daily that he despises Earth and wants to go home. He’s miserable, and so am I—even though I can’t help but admire the view when he’s standing shirtless in my kitchen making a smoothie. Loudly. At three in the morning. My horoscope didn’t prepare me for any of this. He chewed up and ate one of the inspirational notes I gave him. He cooks squirrels in my cast-iron skillet... moreThere’s a hot alien male living in my apartment…and he hates my guts. Vidanric reminds me daily that he despises Earth and wants to go home. He’s miserable, and so am I—even though I can’t help but admire the view when he’s standing shirtless in my kitchen making a smoothie. Loudly. At three in the morning. My horoscope didn’t prepare me for any of this. He chewed up and ate one of the inspirational notes I gave him. He cooks squirrels in my cast-iron skillet. He complains nonstop about my annoying Earth-girl habits. This alien’s not grumpy—he’s downright hostile. All he wants to do is go back to his home planet. But it’s impossible for him to go home. So I do the next best thing and try to make him fall in love with something on Earth. But Vidanric doesn’t like it when I surprise him on a run. He snarls when I bake him cookies. And he growls when I strip off my clothes and convince him to do an interplanetary nasty. It might not be enough to make him fall for Earth. But I might end up falling in love with him. And that will be a planet-sized disaster. This is a stand-alone, full-length, laugh-out-loud romantic comedy, complete with hot, snarly aliens, enough steam to blast off a planet, and a heroine who loves her horoscopes as much as she loves her math equations! Happily ever after guaranteed! less