Dying's actually not so bad.


Almost immediately, I'm finding that the afterlife has its perks. Like the hot, blue-skinned angel of death who's whisking my body away from the surface of the Earth. I don't protest when he beams the two of us straight into his opulent bedroom and then makes me see stars.


Then I see double...His equally sexy twin brother is hotter than a supernova and wants to probe me solely for my pleasure.


Wait? Probe?


That's when I realize this is more than a fantasy. Because I'm not dead. I've been abducted by aliens They say I'm their soulmate, their destiny, and they're never letting me go.