Reaper’s Brat

I was going to kill her the second my hand closed around her throat.

One touch and the Jalshagar bond ripped through me like a dying star.

This tiny human stowaway—sharp-tongued, impossible, mine—walked onto my ship and woke something I buried with my entire dead world.

I’ve spent years carving names into my horns and teaching my crew how to die well.

Now she makes me want to live. She fights me. She fixes my dying ship. She looks at the monster I am and demands more.

I should have spaced her. Instead I’m carving space for her on my horn, on my ship, in the future I swore my people would never have. The Badlands are coming for her.

They’ll have to go through me first.

She ran onto the wrong Reaper’s ship. Now she’s never leaving.

Read on for fated alien mates, massive size difference obsession, a stoic captain who breaks for his human brat, found family redemption, and a bond that refuses to let go. HEA guaranteed!