It is a truth universally acknowledged that when an alien species is in want of women, only human girls will do.
The best thing I can say about being abducted by aliens is that I’m missing finals at my college. Otherwise, zero of ten, really, would not recommend.
I’ve been rescued by an arrogant prince who thinks I’m “only tolerable” but he and his species still want to breed me and the other girls he rescued. All their women are either dead or barren. He just thinks it’s better since he’s asking permission.
Well, permission not granted, buddy.
Keep your blue, gleaming muscles and your grouchy glares to yourself, okay? I’m much more interested in this charming alien from the royal regiment, who has all kinds of stories about you—not nice stories, either. All of you alien guys seem to have those delightful extras where it counts, so… arrogant princes need not apply.
Darce of the clan Firne
The thing about that freckled human is that I can’t stop thinking about her. She’s so willful and strong and exotic, like nothing I’ve ever seen before.
Of course, I can’t court her. I can’t go out to hunt and bring her back furs or ask to be one of her suitors. I’m a prince, and even on a dying planet, I have to marry royalty.
Besides, she hates me.
Just as well.
I have my duty, after all, and I can’t let Elizabeth Bennet get in the way of that, no matter how she tempts me.
But when he shows up—a man who betrayed me, who I once considered a brother—and thinks he can rival me for her affections? I may not have the right to claim her, but that doesn’t mean I won’t do everything in my power to protect her.