Poor day? Try mine on for size.

Rogue slavers have landed around the ice world and captured the tribe. The just ones not really snatched? Me, a walking human motormouth with no skill except that of incoherent babbling, and Warrek, who’s as silent as he’s attractive. Two more unlikely folks have never been combined together.

And today we’re likely to form a recovery team.

Saving others is certainly either likely to provide us closer together-or drive us completely apart. I’m confident the emotions I’m having for my alien companion are as unrequited as they are inappropriate, but since we aren’t going to make it out alive, what damage is definitely one teeny, small kiss?

Who knew that 1 kiss could change everything?

Contains mature themes.