Domesticating the Alien

<p class=ql-align-center><strong>I've been hired to teach an alien warrior </strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong>social skills to woo a mate. </strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong>But now he's trying to woo me.</strong></p><p> </p><p>When the elderly duchess I cared for dies her slimy son-my ex-tells me he wants me back. Um no. I flee to the Intergalactic Employment Agency where I'm offered a job teaching an alien warlord sophistication so he can woo a mate at the upcoming Match-Mating Soiree. If anyone can domesticate a brute it's me.</p><p><br></p><p>In between coaching Forje on how to converse politely and dance without crushing his partner's tail he shares his dreams and unusual poetry. He's sweetly cute in a gruff grumbly way and it's not long before I see he's awesome even if he doesn't know which fork to use with the main course. </p><p><br></p><p>But when we arrive at the Match-Mating Soiree and alien females cluster around him I'll lose the guy I've come to adore. Unless I can convince him I'm the one in need of domestication.</p>