I always joke that the only way I’ll ever find my other half is if I can get on a spaceship to another planet light years away. Because every man I’ve dated on this world has been a major disappointment. My bestie, a happily mated wolf shifter, tells me I need to take responsibility for my own choices. Easy to say when you’ve got it all, including the adorable twins whose images feature in every social media post, holiday greeting, and direct message.
Since aliens are the stuff of fantasies, I finally take her advice and sign up for the app where she met Rex, Mail-Order Matings. According to Jenny, even a human can meet their fated mate on there. Imagine my surprise when a pair of men who claim to be aliens send me a message. It has to be a joke. Probably cosplayers or something. But how can I resist finding out?
