Ward
I came to file the rejection. I did not come to fall for a woman who keeps calling me “Eric.”
Aldric lost a bet, and honor won’t let him weasel out of it. So here he is: thirty days to formally reject an Intergalactic Dating Agency match he never wanted, and then he can go home and forget the whole humiliating business.
Thirty days. He just has to survive them.
Tisha runs the busiest kitchen on the station and has never met a grumpy alien warrior she couldn’t feed into submission. She’s not intimidated by Aldric’s scowl, his silence, or his rank — and she takes cheerful, unrepentant delight in getting his name wrong every single time.
Aldric has spent years behind his walls, certain he can’t be trusted to keep anyone he loves safe. But Tisha’s warmth is real and unguarded and impossible to defend against — and every day the paperwork stays unfiled, the harder it gets to remember why he wanted to leave.
The clock is ticking. The rejection is right there. He just has to sign it.
A grumpy/sunshine, forced-proximity sci-fi romance with a thirty-day countdown he really should stick to — Book 9 of the Most Wanted Alien Brides: Intergalactic Dating Agency.
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