Warlord and the Waif by Chloe Parker

An alien warlord. An abducted activist. And the curse that binds them together.

ELLA:
I didn’t ask to be abducted by aliens, but the Hyperboreans took me anyway. Now, they’ve left me on the dying planet of Myste, indentured to the warden of a prison in the clouds.
And my captor? That’s Calder, a former Skoll Warrior and the devil himself.
Calder is cold, cruel, and cranky, trapped on Myste by a curse laid on him centuries ago. He’s made it clear that we aren’t going to get along, but I see the hungry way his eyes roam over my curves, like he would love to devour me. And I can’t say the feeling isn’t mutual, as his hard muscles and broad shoulders don’t go unnoticed. I ache for his touch, but I won’t let him break me down. I’m going to escape from this castle, whether he likes it or not.

CALDER:
From the moment I saw her, I had to have her.
The headstrong, stubborn human enrages me, even as she leaves me hungry for her touch. I thought my heart had gone cold after centuries trapped on this planet, but she warms my skin until I burn.
Her touch is the only thing that eases the pain of my curse, and my desire for her grows stronger every day. I know that she hates me, but I can feel the desire that tethers us to one another. I will have her, if it’s the last thing I do.