Seminal

I don't play the role of the kidnapped princess very well. And I really hate the fated mates trope. Hello again I'm Eve Wakefield and I refuse to accept that I'm in love with an intergalactic moth prince. No. I don't care how handsome he is I don't want to marry him. I don't care if his parents have a sentient spaceship capable of eating entire planets. Love is earned not swindled by pheromones. I'm now trapped on a ship with an adorable cyborg bodyguard a golden toilet and relationship issues. There's the prince I'm supposed to marry the forest beast I fell in love with and the never-wears-clothes police officer with tentacles. I've also got a mother-in-law who looks like a giant millipede more macarons than I can eat and plenty of red lace lingerie made from alien moth blood. I'm living in luxury but I will do anything to see Abraxas again. Even if that means giving in and becoming a princess in a gilded cage. There's so much more to all of this than I first thought and I should've known better than to judge a man whose gaze is enough to knock me to my knees. Damn. I might be wrong. I might be in love with more than one alien. I might also be dying. And there's only one person who can fix this: I need to be with Abraxas. After that I'll worry about the possibility of becoming the next queen of the universe. But let's be honest here: I don't miss being a caterer; being an alien queen is way more interesting.