I’m Starr Elizabeth Conner. Earth’s government falsely convicted me of a crime, packed me on a ship with other female felons, and sent us to Dakon, a primitive, frozen wasteland of a planet.
But I’m no barbarian’s ‘mail order bride,’ even supposing he’s super tall, muscular, and the chief of his tribe. He doesn’t want a BBW blonde, either–it’s written far and wide his chiseled face. He’s going to be really angry if he ever learns what my ‘crime’ used to be.
I am Torg. I have waited 34 rotations for a mate of my own. With this shipment, I used to be sure to get a fine, sturdy mate who’ll bear me many daughters. Instead, I receive a small, curvy, pale-haired female who looks at me with anger and fear.
It is only when we ‘kiss’ that I imagine things may work out between us. But I’m hearing rumors that Starr and her shipmates are law-breakers. To continue to exist, Dakonians should obey all laws … or be exiled into the frozen wasteland. Just when I have found my mate, will I have to banish her?