If he claims her, all will be lost. If he doesn't, he loses himself.



Myk is the rogue alien warrior's brooding weapons master. Fresh from his hell-like forge, he's the definition of an alien angel of death. He thinks he knows what will heal him.



He wants a child.



And he's chosen me to fulfil this desire.



I can't deny that there's something about Myk that calls to my bruised heart. An alien bad boy who needs my help. But do I want to give him my body, when all I want to do is feed his soul?



Can I enter into this arrangement without risking everything . . . again?



Contains mature themes.