To survive, Dakonians must obey all laws … or be exiled into the frozen wasteland. But I’m hearing rumors that Starr and her shipmates are law-breakers. It is only when we ‘kiss’ that I believe things may work out between us. Instead, I receive a small, curvy, pale-haired female who looks at me with anger and fear. With this shipment, I was sure to get a fine, sturdy mate who’ll bear me many daughters. I have waited 34 rotations for a mate of my own. He’ll be truly angry if he ever learns what my ‘crime’ was. He doesn’t want a BBW blonde, either–it’s written all over his chiseled face. Why? Earth needs minerals, and Dakon is desperate for females.īut I’m no barbarian’s ‘mail order bride,’ even if he is super tall, muscular, and the chief of his tribe. Earth’s government falsely convicted me of a crime, packed me on a ship with other female felons, and sent us to Dakon, a primitive, frozen wasteland of a planet.
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