I’m sick of being used.
A creepy boss and men who steal my work send me running to IEP and away from science. I want a new life, and I’m going to another planet to find one.
One rule: no more science.
But when I end up on Macros, nothing has changed, and I’m forced right back into the lab. I don’t want to be a biologist. And I refuse to fall for my boss. But Rahl is nothing like the guys back on Earth. Maybe, life on Macros is what I’ve been searching for, after all.
Am I ready to become an alien’s mate?