He’s a growly alien minotaur who wants more from me than a marriage…
Cleaning out the oxygen scrubbers on the S.C Britannia, the last and only hope for the British nation, is not everyone’s idea of a great job, but it’s all I’ve got.
Working as a ‘mudlark’ isn’t glamorous, but having lost my family I don’t have any other options, so I get on with it as best I can.
Until I happen across my boss selling our supplies to an alien troll.
I never thought I’d enter the Starlight Lottery to escape my fate, nor that my selection would be immediate. And then I find out if I want to get away, I have to marry an alien minotaur, who just happens to be a king.
So far, so fairy tale…the catch…King Asteron needs an heir, and he wants to get started straight away.
Welcome to the Starlight Brides – where luck is optional, but the hot alien is guaranteed!
