Alien Hermit's Bride

It’s a problem I never thought I’d have. But here I am, standing on the wrong planet, holding hands with a filthy, grumpy, orange alien male who wanted a mail order bride and got me.

I was supposed to be on a glittering space metropolis, being wined and dined by an elegant alien prince, but somehow I ended up on a backwater, colony planet. 

Oh, and I can’t leave. Stupid colony laws and stupid month long waiting time for divorce.

So, I’m stuck. Living in a shack, with no toilet; with a guy with the personality of a hungover porcupine. 

We can’t stand each other, but he keeps trying to convince me to stay married and rough it on the side of a mountain, because he’s running out of time to have babies and I’m the only female around.

Super flattering. 

I just have to make it a month and I can get out of here. Just one month. I can survive anything for a month, right?

Tropes in this book

Enemies to lovers

Mail order brides

Mistaken identity

Alien planet