There was a lot to love about the set up of this alien romance series. 
💙 hunky blue-purple aliens
💙 a vibrating tail 😉
💙 heroes calling their human mate “my soul’s breath,” and 
💙 the promised sausage fest of a spaceship entirely crewed by alien dudes who’ve been cast out of their society because they haven’t found their fated mate yet.

The grumpy/sunshine + language barrier + adventure in here was super fun.

That said, I think I’ve discovered a new personal alien romance bugaboo: when the human lady comes from a future or reimagined earth society that knows about aliens/is spacefaring, yet this fact hasn’t altered human culture very much? These ladies were from a 2123 spacefaring human world but it wasn’t reflected in their characters enough, for me.

And then, a kiss of death that has nothing to do with the book and everything to do with my own irrationality—Claimed by the Alien Rogue had not one, but two heist plots. Which I am, for some reason, allergic to 🤷🏻‍♀️

But that won’t stop me from continuing on in the series.