Tracked and Taken

He offered to warn her about his anatomy. She has never wanted a briefing more.

NATALIE: I run the tightest security operation on the frontier, and a bonded male still vanished from my docking bay. His mate is dying by the minute. My rules failed. So I'll use the weapon I have left: a Draelith tracker with a 94% success rate and a 100% rate of making my pulse do things I refuse to document. He runs hotter than humans. He purrs at a frequency I can feel in my spine. He says he should warn me about his anatomy, and the truly unprofessional part is how badly I want the briefing.

TAEL: Her heartbeat changes when I enter a room. One beat, instantly controlled. She thinks I don't hear it. I hear everything, her pulse, her breath, the way she smells like regulation soap and warm skin and mine. I can't afford this. The trail leads back to the people who built me, and they teach one lesson above all: find what a male loves and he's already yours. Every hour I spend memorizing the sound of her is an hour I'm loading the gun they'll aim at me.

Let them aim it. I've spent two years being careful. She's worth the kill zone.

Tracked and Taken is a spicy sci fi alien romance with:

• He falls first and harder

• Enemies to lovers meets forced proximity romance

• A possessive alpha alien hero with a purr, ridges, and a touch her and die glare

• Grumpy x sunshine romance (she's the grumpy one)

• Fated mates, spicy and always consensual

• A funny FMC who files her feelings under "denied"

Book 2 of the Alien Recovery Files. Standalone couple, guaranteed HEA, no cliffhangers, but something out there is collecting bonded mates, and SNAG just noticed.