Publisher's Synopsis
He's all fang and no bite . . . until I push him too far. Tabitha: It's not like I'm a stranger to one-night stands, but I've never had a drunken make-out session with a horned, blue-skinned alien only for him to leave me with the female equivalent of blue balls. The jerk. Xavy's all talk but no bite. Is it so bad I want the bite? Well, turns out I might get more than I bargained for since I passed out in a hiding spot only to wake up miles in the air on an aircraft. And guess who's in the pilot seat? The very last alien I want to see . . . Xavy: Everything about Tabitha tempts me. Her soft curves and her big smile and loud voice full of laughter. But it terrifies me how badly I want to do things to her that are dishonorable to a Drixonian warrior, so I have to reject her. When I find her as a stowaway on my important mission, I have no choice but to return her to camp. That is, until our return trip doesn't go quite as expected. Now I'm the only thing keeping her safe, and it's not so easy to avoid her now. Especially when I find that she likes my rough touch as much as I like giving it to her. Contains mature themes.
