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450 pages, Paperback
First published July 20, 2020
“I’m the most willing abductee in the world—maybe the galaxy."

"Something about her drew me and in the space of a blink, she’s conditioned me to nearly crave her—her and her verbal malfunctioning. I’ve virtually become her aural hostage. I want to hear whatever nonsense she has to say."
“This is your leg cuff,” Bash confirms. “Oh my land, you’re going to cuff me to your bed?” I’VE HIT THE JACKPOT

Audio book source: Audible
Story Rating: 3 stars
Narrators: Nick Cracknell
Narration Rating: 3.5 stars
Genre: Sci-fi/Romance
Length: 12h 37m
Na'rith: a particularly mischievous race that excels at the business of obtaining a variety of goods by questionable and occasionally nefarious means, i.e. PiratingOr better known as the Ferengi
Because girls, if a guy on Earth rifles through your trash, follows you at work, intimidates other men away from you, forces you to marry him, and chains you to his bed? It means your life got switched to the Lifetime channel and it's time to get gone.At least for Isla, a one armed chatterbox, who has a good head on her shoulders for all that, Bash is it for her, grumpy stalker and all.
But Bash is not human.
Scales and other alien-ness aside, he's a knockout. I literally thought we'd all swallow our tongue when we came around the side of the wagon and saw the big boss man that everyone talks about.

When Gracie stood from his throne to glare at him and scratched out his Fourteen Days to a Zero—I thought Bash was going to combust in flames of fury.”He became like such a little kid with his tantrums, but in the most hilarious, dare I say endearing? way. He literally could not help himself from falling in love with Isla. I loved him not being able to control his physical reactions, hahaha.
At his side, I winced for him and picked at my lip, murmuring, “You kinda had it coming.”
Bash turned on me and exploded.
Her voice is so pleased—is so heavy with approval at what I’ve committed myself to—that my tail starts to wag.This is set in the same world as the author’s other series, but you could read this as a standalone and be fine. If you love alien romance, want to have a laugh, and like slow-burn grumpy-sunshine romances, then PICK THIS UP!
Without glancing down, I shift and stomp on it.
Even pinned to the stone though, it still tries to twist back and forth happily.
... I could have throttled you all.
... Every time a human gets out of line—back-talking, questioning me, the impudent little pipsqueaks—I start shaking hobs. When the humans misbehave, I throw hobs. When I want to strangle humans, I wrap my hand around the necks of hobs. (Thus far, I have not killed any hobs—but Creator knows I’ve imagined killing cartloads of humans.)
... these humans couldn’t obey an order if it stood up and slapped them. A seductive possibility I contemplate all too often.
... I was ordered not to kill any humans at all. Tyrant’s rules, for certain.
... Some part of me has to admire her backbone, even if I want to peel it out of her body and snap it into minuscule flecks. I’d use the remains of it like confetti to celebrate her demise.
... At the rate my employees are being claimed and protected, I’ll have no one left to punish when the aliens drive me to the brink. I’ll snap and go mad, and every human here will die.
... “Oh, I’d hit her,” I mutter under my smoking breath.