My Hero Is An Alien ('90s Nostalgia Fated Mates Book 2)

What did Michael Jordan like to put on his toast for breakfast?

Space Jam.

But even those aliens have nothing on Myrdok.

Standing at over 7 feet tall, with abs for days and muscles the size of my legs, this red-scaled monster rescues me and tells me I’m his fated mate.

Girl, please. Fated mate?

I’m a modern woman. I don’t want no scrubs.

But then the Grolgath savages come after me and Myrdok shows me just how non-scrub he is.

Who knew there were aliens living among us?

They have American Express platinum cards and big Rocky Mountain bases and holo disguises.

A girl could get used to this.

No lie. I’ve been heartbroken before.

And I’m not going to say oops if I do it again.

Especially if its to a rich, handsome, barbarian brute like Myrdok of Vakutan.

But even he needs one thing to be a perfect man for the 90s.

What is it?

An AOL account!