Fury by Hattie Jacks

He’s the monster in the cage. I’m the girl who never runs.
I’m the alien’s cleaner. The abductee who has to do their dirty work to stay alive.
My latest job? I get to play nurse to an injured seven-foot alien with a wingspan the size of a small aircraft and an attitude problem. Lucky me.
We’re both captives and our captors have made it clear they would like us to ‘get closer’, something which is only ever going to end with trouble.
But when your cell mate is devastatingly handsome, built like a Greek god, with liquid dark eyes you could drown in, and he makes a nest for you…
It’s a dirty job but someone’s got to do it, right?
Just as long as I don’t fall for him. Because, for me, love really does spell trouble with a capital ‘T’, whatever planet I’m on.