Being a newcomer towards the alien tribe, I’ve struggled to come across my place. It might be because I’m a tad headstrong at times. And yes, I would have thrown a couple of things at people’s mind. But I had a good reason to pitch a fit-my timid sister was stolen away right under my nasal area. Of course, now she’s back and mated. Everyone’s happy . except me.

I need . . . love. Attention. Okay, I’m depressed. Really lonely.

Strangely more than enough, the only person who I think understands what I’m going through may be the same blue-skinned brute that stole my sister. It’s wrong to hook up with him, even as a mindless fling.

Except . . . I’m not good with the complete ‘rules’ thing.

And he’s not so great with the ‘fling’ thing.

Contains mature themes.