Bound by the Alien Pirate

He saved my life. Then he tied me up.

Izzy

One moment I’m touring the Supercollider, the number-one item on my bucket list. The next, I’m falling through space and time onto a prehistoric planet where something enormous is trying to swallow me in a swamp.

Then Xandor swoops in.

He’s gorgeous, alien, and equipped with spectacular luminescent wings.

He’s also a pirate.

I think he’s rescuing me right up until he flies me to his cave, ties me up, and announces he plans to sell me to the highest bidder.

Big mistake.

I’m a physicist. Give me a few pieces of alien technology and five minutes, and apparently I can build a weapon powerful enough to drop one extremely arrogant pirate.

The problem is, Xandor isn’t nearly as easy to hate as he should be. He makes me laugh. He keeps me alive. And for a woman who has spent her entire life thinking sex and relationships were unnecessary distractions, my body has developed some very inconvenient opinions about him.

Xandor

I kidnapped a tiny, primitive female.

At least, that’s what I thought.

Then Isabelle Braxton built a weapon out of scraps, blasted me onto my ass, and proceeded to become the most irritating, brilliant, fascinating female I’ve ever met.

Her sharp tongue makes me laugh. Her mind keeps saving our lives. And every time she looks at me like she’d rather strangle me than kiss me, I want her even more.

I’m a pirate, a thief, and a rogue. Protecting anyone but myself has never been part of the plan.

So why has keeping Izzy safe become more important than escaping this planet?

And why am I beginning to suspect the female I intended to sell might be the one treasure I could never give up?