Matched to Wrath

Monstrous alien romance. Romantic suspense. Action and adventure…and a giggle. Wrath! Wrath! Wrath! I could say his name all day long. It just slips so easily off my tongue. I wonder what else of his will slip off my tongue— wink, wink! Okay, I admit it! I joined a space exchange dating app. Please don’t judge me. At least not until you see the male dregs left here on Earth. I’ve read his profile, and he sounds goooorgeous! So I accepted it as soon as it came through, even though the photo still hasn’t uploaded properly. Anyway, I just know he’s going to be the equivalent of an alien Adonis. Oh…hang on a sec….it’s just loading now. ….Oh…my…God…. Nooooooooo! Can I get out of this? What are the terms and conditions of the app? My heart thunders in my chest as I read them. There is only one way to get out of this permanent union, but it goes against all my morals. Why didn’t I read the damn small print? What should I do? Author’s This story has dark undertones which might upset some readers.