Vidanric reminds me daily that he despises Earth and wants to go home.
He’s miserable, and so am I—even though I can’t help but admire the view when he’s standing shirtless in my kitchen making a smoothie. Loudly. At three in the morning.
My horoscope didn’t prepare me for any of this.
He chewed up and ate one of the inspirational notes I gave him.
He cooks squirrels in my cast-iron skillet.
He complains nonstop about my annoying Earth-girl habits.
This alien’s not grumpy—he’s downright hostile.
All he wants to do is go back to his home planet.
But it’s impossible for him to go home.
So I do the next best thing and try to make him fall in love with something on Earth.
But Vidanric doesn’t like it when I surprise him on a run.
He snarls when I bake him cookies.
And he growls when I strip off my clothes and convince him to do an interplanetary nasty.
It might not be enough to make him fall for Earth.
But I might end up falling in love with him.
And that will be a planet-sized disaster.
