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I fell in love with an alien. Our world was invaded by carnivorous freaks and the Dahk swooped in and saved me and my friends. They want to save the Earth but we are our own worst enemy, or so I thought. The truth is we have no idea what's out there. Now I'm on my way to Home World. The Dahk's world. An alien world. I had no choice, it was taken from me. I tell myself I hate him but I don't. I miss him. But we have bigger problems to face. Problems I'll realize are massively more impactful than just myself and my own little space in the universe.

I couldn’t swim. I’d never learned. So you can guess how screwed I was when our little tourist ship crashed on a planet that was entirely water… I was convinced my time had come, until a big blue alien captain stumbled upon us. Except he was not interested in saving us, he just wanted to salvage the materials from our busted ship. Still, he was the only shot we had at getting off this planet. Oh, and apparently I was his mate.

I was having a cold coffee with my best friend Vivian when the whole world went upside-down. Now there are gazelle-glowing-like-a-light-bulb aliens running around eating everybody, and enormous dark purply-colored aliens that have a strong resemblance to bats, dive bombing from the sky. One of the bats says I'm his and I need to ease his mating rage. Yeah, not happening.

My name is Willow. His name is Jason. He hated me. I hated him - while silently hiding how much all that hate hurt deep down inside me. But all that was before. Before everything changed. Before I woke up to gunshots and screaming and death. Now he still hates me, along with his Uncle Paulie and their club brothers. But I don’t hate him. I can’t, not after he came for me. Not after he saved me. Not now that the ravaged are here.

All we need is a Christmas tree. Or, I want to believe that’s all we need. I know things are bad. My baby and I are all alone. Every day could be our last. If starvation and freezing temperatures don’t take us, the carnivorous aliens roaming our world are sure to eventually.
 But all I can do is get through the day. I tell myself the same thing every day.
 But not today. It’s days before Christmas eve, and if it’s the last thing I ever do, I’m going to get my baby boy his first Christmas tree.
 Today is the day I push past my despair and loneliness and make it the best first...