A gentle alien saloon owner. An artist searching for a softer life. And the love that neither of them ever dared to hope for...

Capitalism and chronic illness are not a good mix. When my debilitating migraines get me fired from my factory job, I'm desperate. For a change. A chance. The space to think, rest, and paint like I've always wanted. I've never managed to make money from my art or secure a patron. So this new mail-order bride program on Zabria Prinar One now feels like the best (and only) way to escape my imploding life.

I sign up as a participant even though marriage is the last thing on my mind.

But then I meet Rivven, the quiet, lonely alien saloon owner who takes care of me when yet another migraine strikes. He's sweet, strong, and generous beyond belief - offering me his bed to sleep in and his best bucket to barf in.

There are other men, too. Xennet and Dorn. Record snowfall has delayed their arrival at the saloon, but they should be here within a week.

In just a few days, I'll have to choose which alien cowboy I'm going to spend the rest of my life with. I need to give each of them a fair chance.

Even though I think I might already be smitten by one...