Lila is nobody special. She didn’t have a bad childhood despite growing up in foster homes, but there was just nothing particularly good about it either. With a boring job and only one close friend, you could say Lila is a little lost in her life. Not to mention, her romantic life is basically nonexistent. In fact, her alien erotica and her BOB are the most actions she’s seen in ages. Until now.

If you had asked me two years ago where I would be, living on a space ship on the dark side of the moon, learning how to run an alien circus was not in the top one hundred. It wasn’t even in the top one million.

Blood, sex, and magic… Isn’t there a song that goes something like that? Or maybe that's just what you get in a typical afternoon spent with a Vilaxian. Throw in a few loving mates, one that just so happens to have tentacles, a cyborg doctor with mad sex skills, along with a warlock hell-bent on protecting me. and you have a running episode of “Life with Lila.” With alien detainees, Celestian healers, and a mate challenge on the horizon it's going to get even crazier as I navigate my new life in the Galaxy Circus. I've said it before, but it really is out of this world.

After the lightning attack on Iceen triggered my latent Skarrian abilities, they’ve kicked into gear big time. Not only am I a lightning cat whisperer, but I’m also a mimic. I just became the perfect compatible option for any species in the galaxy. Which is not exactly an appealing thought. If I don’t get control of my abilities, it could be dangerous not only for me but for my little ones too.

Hi, my name's Lila, and I’m an alien. I have two husbands and two fiancés. I also won two more mates in a kickass battle for supremacy, and I may have been seduced and had a crazy, sexy swim with a merman when he sang to me. Oh, and did I mention I have just hatched three beautiful but slippery kraken babies? And that was just in the first month with the Galaxy Circus. That’s enough craziness for one lifetime, right?

I keep waiting for things to settle down, but my to-do list just keeps getting longer and longer. I’ve got a grandma to rescue from a planet infested with carnivorous flora and fauna, a Warlock whom I desperately want to bond with, and a tribunal with the Vilaxian clan to deal with. And that’s just to start with. But the Aquilians, damn cans of tuna that they are, have waylaid us, and we need to take precious time that we don’t have to waste, seeing what they want.