Time: post-apocalyptic America in the near future.
Faustina Tina Cain and Nate Lowe each have their own reasons for fighting against a group of aliens, the life-force draining Felig, who have invaded Earth.
For Tina, it's personal—they took her mom.
Neither Tina or Nate are looking for love—just raw sex to take the edge off possibly vanishing at any moment.
Joining forces makes them ponder why they are even alive. Nate has a humdinger of a secret, but even more so is the question of what do those hot-blooded aliens want from Tina and Nate?
Tina approached him and challenged that blue stare perched atop that straight nose. "Because you are the Nate Lowe." She poked him in the chest with an index finger. "Authority on the Felig. Maybe when your family was taken you didn't know much. Now you know more. Seen more."
"No one has seen one, Ms. Cain." He put down his cup.
"I've been known to embellish. But lie? Never."
"Seen one? Impossible. Hallucinations brought on by stress."
"Why? Because you didn't see? I have knowledge to share with you. Aren't you curious? I could end up helping you."
"Time's up, Ms. Cain. I have a lecture to give."
"Lecture? You should call them performances. I think I will have a danish." Tina scooped up the tray. The guys in the van deserved a treat. "Since I am sure you investigated me, you should know my number." Tina walked to the door with her loot. "Give me a call, Nate Lowe. Felig expert. I still believe we can aid one another. If you can get over yourself." Hands full, Tina kicked the door. "Okay, let me outta here!"