Maverick wasn’t a fan of the planet Earth. He also wasn’t particularly fond of being matched to a human mail order bride. She was too bossy, too fake, too…everything he didn’t want. Until he did.
Stacy spent a year of her life isolated from her friends and family, so she refused to spend another minute that way. That was why she signed up to be matched as a mail order bride. It worked for her sister; it’d work for her, too. As soon as she got past her match’s broody ways.
One cranky alien with no clue how to be romantic, one clingy female who refuses to let her dislike of her match stop her, and one slip of the tongue that set the two on a crash course in how not to fall in love. What would you do if you found out the man from your fantasies was actually the man from your science fiction?