Consumed by Presley Hall

All I wanted was one hot night with an alien gladiator…
Ever since the Kalixian warriors rescued us from our Orkun captors, I’ve made no secret of the fact that I think these bronze, horned aliens are hot as hell.
I have no interest in the whole “fated mate” thing, but I definitely wouldn’t mind a roll in the sheets with any of these men.
Well… one man, if I’m being honest.
Tycran.
There’s something about the stoic, gorgeous alien that draws me in—even though he’s the only one who seems completely immune to my flirtations.
I’m not sure why I’m so drawn to him, or why I’ve set my sights on the most unattainable man on Kalix. Maybe it’s because when I get a glimpse behind his stony mask, the spark of passion I see in his eyes makes my pulse pound.
I want to be the one to light that spark. I want to show him how much fun it could be to just let loose for once.
I’m playing with fire. I know that.
But maybe I want to get burned.