Sarven's Oath: A Fated Mates Alien Romance

All I wanted was a job. Instead, I got a desert planet, a low-grade fever, and a seven-foot alien shadow I call "Stabby." Life in the caves is simple: Don't die of planet sickness, try to make alien lizard meat taste like chicken, and ignore the massive, golden-skinned warrior sharpening his blade in the corner. His name is Sarven. I call him Stabby McGoldy. He doesn't speak English, and I don't speak "Growl." But he watches me. Constantly. With red eyes that are terrifyingly intense and a ...