![]() ![]() ![]() He’s vowed to love her with unspoken devotion until days turn into time. ![]() But Melachine is managing to live through the trauma of memory loss with the help of her doting mate, Kroga of Seventy-Five. Waking up in med bay with temporary amnesia is terrible. And I begin to wonder - have I sold my soul to the devil? Read online *heart palpitations* *hyperventilating*And yet, as I’m caring for these strangely adorable infants and gazing longingly at my crazy-rich boss as he cradles his twin babies in his huge, muscular arms… my traitorous heart goes pitter-patter and my body heats up like lava. This guy is terrifying, and his children look exactly like him. He even has a barbed tail, a forked tongue, and he breathes fire. Black horns, red eyes and glinting silver-tipped claws. And on day one of my new job I’m having a panic attack because I finally meet my new boss and he looks like Satan himself. And since there isn’t another human available… I’m hired on the spot. But the beings at the employment agency won’t listen. ![]() What the actual I’m not even good with kids. My indentured servitude is almost over and freedom is a heartbeat away! Until some alien guy buys me because he needs a nanny, quick. ![]()
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