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Three things happen at once: Garlen Irontree and I meet in person for the first time. Which, at first, is lovely. Then he stands much too close, inhales my scent, and morphs into a snarling, raging, green-muscled beast who repeatedly thunders "my bride." Uh oh.

My neighbor is a huge, undeniably powerful Minotaur. You heard me right—a Minotaur. With curved horns on either side of his head and a heavy gold ring that pierces both nostrils. He’s often shirtless while he tinkers with his motorcycle, which exposes a sweaty six pack of abs and the intricate tats that sleeve both of his muscular arms. Tonight, on Halloween, my insufferable neighbor is throwing yet another raging party with lots of rowdy guests, and it’s continuing way past curfew and late into the night. I’m so very tired of this behavior. That’s it—I’m marching over there! ...

Mi trovo in una situazione a dir poco storica. Ho scoperto di non poter ereditare la redditizia attività di mio nonno a meno che non sia sposata. Sì, una regola del tutto ridicola. Vivo con un branco di gatti trovatelli e neanche l’ombra di un fidanzato. Inoltre, mi considerano una ragazza ordinaria, con la lingua tagliente e sovrappeso. E non sono mai, e dico mai, stata interessata al matrimonio. Ecco perché ho fatto richiesta per un marito per corrispondenza. La mattina dopo, urlo di terrore quando trovo un alieno enorme dall'aspetto satanico in agguato sulla soglia di casa. Persino ...

Cerco l'unica dappertutto, eppure non riesco a trovarla. Ho percepito l'odore della mia compagna, ma è scomparsa prima che potessimo incontrarci, lasciandosi dietro un indumento dimenticato. Mi sta facendo impazzire. Ho controllato ogni femmina umana non legata, chiedendo se questo misterioso pezzo di stoffa rossa fosse suo. Facendo incazzare altri maschi nel processo, ma che me ne importa? Ho una missione: trovare la mia futura compagna, a qualunque costo. Ma senza alcun risultato. Poi mio padre, il Don della mafia Hyrrokin, si lega a una nuova compagna. All'improvviso mi ritrovo con una ...

How can a human who is set to gain a significant inheritance have anything in common with a foul-mouthed, satanic-looking security specialist? Smoke regularly wafts out of this guy’s nostrils and his shiny barbed tail juts out in the air behind him as he prowls across the military hanger. But…I’m enchanted with Idun’s deep voice, his massive bare chest, and those epic thighs. This Hyrrokin is a handsome red devil and oh so touchable. And I want my tongue in his mouth, immediately. Unfortunately, Idun thinks I’m a spoiled party girl and wants nothing to do with me.

After a teeny incident with red paint, my hometown votes that it’s done with my activist ways. Now I’m on an entirely different planet, holding a single suitcase, standing on a platform, waiting for my new alien husband to arrive in his vehicle. I bite my lip as I wait because there’s one serious problem with this whole situation. After a best forgotten, one-night stand gone wrong, I’m three months pregnant and obviously this baby won’t be his.

I'm lost in the middle of nowhere on a freaking alien planet. Running away from the Hyrrokin mafia. It's as terrible as you can imagine. I haven't eaten in two days and it's raining in the wildlands. Lightning strikes overhead and thunder rumbles in the distance. I slip and fall in the mud. And then I sit at the bottom of a ravine, crying. There's a blur in the distance. Is that a mirage? No, its a deadly, satanic-looking male with a bare chest, huge black horns and a barbed tail racing right for me. I scream as this monster looms overhead.

That rich, scary devil outbid everyone at the virtual auction and got himself to the top of the list (pissing off a lot of other Hyrrokin) and, gulp, I’m his surrogate. And...now I’m carrying Bergelmir’s baby. But I have my head on straight about this. I’m doing this so my friend can be a father. Because that’s all we are - friends.

A month-long retreat of rest and relaxation from my high-powered career is just what I need. Until I’m the only human in a rental home community on a distant planet populated by beings who look like satanic devils. Yep.

I’m the Hyrrokin High Priest of a remote monastery on the planet Salo. I spend my days in quiet contemplation, keeping my flame-throwing banked and nursing my war wounds. And I take my vows of silence and celibacy very seriously. Very. Seriously. Then one day a mouthy, gorgeous human female is dumped onto the stone steps of the main altar. And suddenly I’m tempted like never before.

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I’m a corporate whistleblower running for my life, so I take the first job I can find off planet. Now, I’m a lowly assistant for some rich devil named Hannibal Hellstone. And when I say “devil", I mean devil. As in this guy’s skin is dark red, he has shiny black horns, sharp fangs, silver-tipped claws, and a barbed tail. This Hyrrokin is scary AF, and his eight-year-old son looks just like him.

One touch is all it takes… Warning: Each story in this sci fi romance series contains a never-before-touched, seven-foot-tall alpha alien Bounty Hunter who remains unmated until the moment his bare claw accidentally clasps the palm of the human who is about to become his Bride. Each warrior is shocked to discover a female from this rare species is his fated mate. Get the complete Alien Bounty Hunter series in one location! The prequel, three novellas, five full-length novels, an extended epilogue and a series Glossary: Kroga’s Bride Rayzor’s One Joyzal’s Prize Kayzon’s Wish ...

My indentured servitude is almost over and freedom is a heartbeat away! Until some alien guy buys me because he needs a nanny, quick. What? I’m not even good with kids. I’ve never changed a diaper in my life. But the beings at the employment agency won’t listen. “Hew-mans are hot right now. Everyone wants a hew-man nanny”. Great. And since there isn’t another human available...I’m hired on the spot. Yay, me. And on day one of my new job I’m having a panic attack because I finally meet my new boss and he looks like Satan himself.

I’m not exactly bubbly and friendly. This is probably why my lonely job as a private investigator is perfect for my skill set. Usually, I’m very good at what I do. I get the job done and move on. But my latest assignment has thrown me for a loop. The satanic-looking Hyrrokin biologist I’ve been tracking has gotten under my skin. Sir Bane Ashmoor has become much more than a job. Through my telescopic lens, I can literally see my future unborn children in his deadly eyes.

I'm broke and need a job fast. The best tattoo artist in the Pacific Northwest is hiring a manager for his tattoo shop. So I don't have any experience... A few lies on my resume can fix that. Anyway, how hard can it be? I get the job and quickly find out that running a tattoo shop is very hard. Especially dealing with my new wild, brooding boss. He's an orc. An orc with a fiery temper. He's not all bad, though, with a deep love for his three black cats. But for me? Not so much.

I’m on the Omega 9 space station in the midst of a bungled prison transfer. Handcuffed to a scary, impossibly tall, satanic-looking convict. Holy hell. And I’m on the run with him because it turns out he’s breaking out of prison?

I married a dead war hero. His name was Fire Lieutenant Byric Sandstone—an extremely wealthy Hyrrokin landowner, with a complicated estate. Obviously, I’m not really his widow. It’s a technicality, on paper so I could bypass immigration and perform my duties. Everyone but the lawyer who forged the signature thinks I’m really Byric’s chosen bound, but my real job is to care for his elderly grandmother and his three-headed wulver. I love my cushy life on Tarvos.