My name is Rosie Fry and I don’t believe in true love. In fact, anyone who believes in it oughta get a laser shot to the groin.
So when some green-headed demon pixie from the Celestial Mates dating agency tries to sell me on this crap about ‘fated mates’, I laugh. Uh, no thanks, lady. Especially not when my fated mate is an arrogant alien dragon shifter and at the top of my shit list.
I don’t give a damn if he’s as hot as the sun’s core, or that his amber eyes of liquid fire makes me melt every time he looks my way, or even that his sizzling touch rockets me outta this world.
I may be trapped on an alien planet with him as my only companion but I will not give in.
I will not fall in love with him.