When the aliens dropped out of the sky and took over the earth I was just a kid, but the course of my life was forever altered. Thanks to my mother’s horrible choice in men, I was forced to grow up in an extremist cult dedicated to one day ridding the world of their inuman enemy. Why is it I’m the only one who understands how crazy these people are?
But somehow I managed to escape before they married me off to start pumping out babies to fight the enemy. I’m working hard to build a new life for myself, one that’s not full of hate, one where I’m actually worth something. I’ve been brought up to believe the aliens are the devil and the taxman all rolled into one, so I should know better than to fall for him. But what’s that saying… the enemy of my enemy is a smoking hot alien. What have I gotten myself into?