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.