Alien Mate

I'm Starr Elizabeth Conner. Earth's government falsely convicted me of a crime, packed me on a ship with other female felons, and sent us to Dakon, a primitive, frozen wasteland of a planet. Why? Earth needs minerals, and Dakon is desperate for females. But I'm no barbarian's "mail-order bride," even if he is super tall, muscular, and the chief of his tribe. He doesn't want a BBW blonde, either—it's written all over his chiseled face. He'll be truly angry if he ever learns what my "crime" was. I am Torg. I have waited 34 rotations for a mate of my own. With this shipment, I was sure to get a fine, sturdy mate who'll bear me many daughters. Instead, I receive a small, curvy, pale-haired female who looks at me with anger and fear. It is only when we "kiss" that I believe things may work out between us. But I'm hearing rumors that Starr and her shipmates are law-breakers. To survive, Dakonians must obey all laws …or be exiled into the frozen wasteland. Just when I have found her, will I have to send my mate to die?