Hss! by Zeta Star

Without Hss – I can’t pronounce it, okay? – I’d have no hope of getting out of this arena. His sleek, pettable pecks almost make up for his bad attitude. Almost.
I’ve just had my worst month ever. First, my fiancé jilts me. Next, I’m abducted by aliens and sold into a gladiatorial arena.
Luckily, I tie a mean surgical knot, so they’ve put me to work stitching up the wounded. And when seven feet of sculpted, feline male drops onto my `operating’ mat, everything changes. He vows he’s going to take me off the planet with him. I’ll be happy for him take me any way he can.
The thing with Hss is he never keeps his head down, and he pisses everyone off. So there’s a list of enemies longer than his… ahem… chasing us.
Between monsters, assassins, and angry robots, our exit window is closing. I don’t know how we will escape, but when Hss puts his arms around me, I know I don’t want to escape him.