Taken By the Alien Pirate by Kyla Quinn

How did my quiet night out end with me unconscious in an alien’s cargo hold?

Okay, I drank too much, but I swear I climbed into an Uber and not onto a spaceship. Or maybe the car hit me and I’m in a coma—one where I’m dreaming about big, blue alien men.
No. The massive muscles on the alien holding me are rock-hard and real.
I can’t figure out if these men want to hurt or sell me, but one looks at me as if I’m more than a thing; his strange eyes filled with something bordering on reverence.
Call me crazy, but I think I’ve looked into his eyes before, and his touch scorches heat through my body until I ache to kiss him. There’s definitely something growing between us—if you get what I mean…
Big Blue takes me away from the others, and as we can’t communicate, I don’t know if I can trust him. Not that I have much choice, but at least he’s as protective as he is possessive. If only this surly, bossy alien could tell me what the strange mark is on my chest—and why I find him so damn attractive.
Hopefully, he’ll use his impressive muscles, horns, and claws to protect me from the aliens we left on the ship. Because if they don’t find me, we’ll need to outrun others who want to take me from him.
My alien protector has his work cut out because I’m the most valuable commodity on his planet.