Captured for the Alien Bride Lottery

I refused to be in the Bride Lottery -- so now I’m a runaway bride.
Somehow, I knew my name was going to be drawn in the Bride Lottery -- the hellish agreement that Earth’s leaders had made to sell us to the aliens who protected our planet.
I’d grown up with the propaganda. It was our civic duty. Men registered for the draft, women registered for the Bride Lottery.
No way in hell was I going to be handed over to some giant man to be brutalized into bearing his children.
Instead, I cut out my bio-tracker and walked away from everything.
I should have realized they’d send one of those hulking, brightly colored aliens to track me down and bring me back.
Never did I expect that he’d be devastatingly attractive.
Or that we’d have to go on the run from the evil Horde trying to destroy both our planets.
Now that we’re together, can I ever run away again?
And could he really hand me over to the Bride Games to be taken by another warrior?
Because I think I might be falling in love . . .