Marlowe is done with men. Done with the moochers, the underachievers, and the nice guys who turn mean the moment she stops being grateful. She has her cat, her dead-end bank job, and the Thruster 3000... which is really all a woman needs. Until it isn't.
Something is wrong with her new vibrator. Something alive. And the trail leads straight to her boss—Alaister Cavendish, impossibly handsome, hopelessly incompetent with basic technology, and not, as it turns out, human.
He's had his eye on Marlowe since the day she fixed his printer. Now he's decided to have her — in the old-fashioned way his species understands: abduction, a spaceship, and a rather politely administered punishment machine.
Alaister is domineering, delusional, and frustratingly difficult to hate. He is also the first being in Marlowe's life, human or otherwise, who actually sees her. And his alien biology has some very unusual effects on hers.
Command Me, My Alien Boss is a darkly funny, kink-forward erotic sci-fi novelette about loneliness, bad bosses, worse dates, and finding the one person in the galaxy (or out of it) who was made for you. Even if he needed a little help understanding how kidnapping works.
100% written by a human.