We're fighting for our lives, living for reward challenges, in front of an intergalactic audience-and, oh yeah, apparently the huge winged alien is now my mate.

I've always been a reality tv junkie, heading up a fantasy league and hosting watch parties at my place. I jumped at the chance to apply to one, and my entire reality tv obsessed girl gang does too, drinking too many margaritas in the process. We didn't care that none of us had ever heard of it, or that the premise is a bit too physical for us couch potatoes- there's no way they'll pick us, anyway.

Except... they do pick us. And the show's not set on Earth.

Nope.

We're starring on the first season of Mated & Afraid, and that paperwork we rushed through had a whole lot of fine print we didn't read. I've been matched with a Draegon alien- and he's been mated to me, marking me with the poison (yep! Poison!) that means I'm his. We're dropped into a biosphere, and the game is easy enough to understand: make it to the exit and we win.

That is, until the supposedly uninhabited moon we're on turns out to not be uninhabited at all- and the artificial intelligence we've awoken? It has a whole different idea of fun and games.