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A winged satanic-looking male left his baby on my doorstep. Why he chose to leave his adorable infant on the porch of a total stranger, and the only human female on Salo for miles, I’ll never know. Babies are completely foreign to me. But I do my best to feed and care for her as if she were my own. Whispered footsteps and the faint brush of feathers from something muscular and possessive silently enters my home. And then one day I fully see him—the baby’s father. My breath catches in my throat as this devil—slash—angel wraps his white wings around me.

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.

Too often, writing about social security turns the noteworthy details of the benefits into boring details about regulations or biased political arguments that would put even a diehard bureaucrat to sleep. Social Security 101, 2nd Edition, cuts out the tedious explanations and instead provides a hands-on lesson that keeps you engaged as you learn all you need to know about the federal program that’s been around since the Great Depression.

Rayzor of Twelve, a lonely Bounty Hunter banished from his home world, is determined to follow his mission parameters: He must extract his target from a primitive planet called Earth with zero human casualties. His plan unfolds with precision, until a human female gets in the way.

Firebrook Castle is haunted. I never believe silly ghost stories…until I suddenly inherit the crumbling Firebrook estate. And now I’m a human bravely staying the night in an old ruin to prove that tales of ghostly Hyrrokin soldiers are just that…tall tales. And then I scream like a little girl when I discover a black-horned, satanic-looking male standing at the foot of my bed, who isn’t entirely corporeal. Each night this scary, shirtless apparition with an exquisite six-pack of abs hovers at my bedside. Is this “ghost” stalking me? And…why do I like it?

Love, in a hopeless place. Two months after a virus took out civilization, Rachel Donnelly is the last living soul in California, as far as she can tell. Until she runs into a Marine sniper, battle-hardened but alive and healthy. Adam Sanchez would love nothing more than a slamming session of I-can't-believe-we're-alive post-apocalyptic sex in the back of his Hummer. But Rachel's fragility, inexperience-and much younger age-hold him back from exposing her to his raw, aggressive sexuality. If anything, Rachel needs protection. Especially from himself.

Frantic to avoid detection, Lila hides for the night in a condemned outbuilding on the edge of town. She checks each bunk for comfort and rests on the one with a strangely enticing scent and falls into an exhausted sleep. One problem - this place isn’t abandoned. Miners actually live here. And she’s chosen Zayzon’s bed. The loudest, tallest, and most sharp-clawed out of a band of tragically messy Xylan brothers who can’t clean to save their lives.

Cannibal’s carefully packed work lunches keep disappearing, day after day. Only his. Grrr. Someone obviously appreciates expert cooking, but this constant thievery is about to throw him into a berserker rage. He has to track down this atrocity. But as he leaves prepared lunches for the mysterious female with the luscious scent, he finds himself moving deeper into the old mine, needing to ascertain her safety...and finally he comes face-to-face with the female he’s been feeding. He’s found her. And she’s...a human female of royal pigment?

Julia’s having a tough day. She’s learned that sacrificing virgins is still a thing in her homeland, and she is the virgin to be sacrificed. When alien conquerors capture her land, she’s immediately bound and delivered to the gruesome King of the Vandals. But this notorious alien is in for a rude awakening. He might think he’s getting a simpering princess to claim but Julia’s secret, outlawed magical powers can put an end to the mightiest of rulers.

Sofiya Petrov is stuck in a stand-off with the most celebrated gladiator-athletes in the entire four sectors. Two muscle-bound celebrities who insist on living and working in the same small section of the Swirl with her — a section they each declare is legally their property.

Jenna is working her butt off at three different jobs in order to provide for her younger siblings. And tonight’s high-profile catering gig (hazard pay bay-bee!) at Drokten Main is going to give her not only dollahz, but also the perfect opportunity to check out the shirtless blue alien heroes who saved Earth from near destruction. Whoo Hoo! At the party, she overhears a crazy plot to destroy the Drokten and kick them off the planet. Holy crap! And the next thing she knows she’s standing in front of the Commander of the entire Drokten fleet, as well as the Drokten Ambassador.

Wyric, Zaxon, and Bex. Trish can’t stop staring at the three Xylan warriors who’ve recently moved in next door. She’s supposed to be helping them upgrade their facility, but she can’t keep her eyes off their sharp fangs and fierce claws. But these males are Xylan Triumvirates, non-identical brothers who share a special bond. No female can withstand a claiming by three Xylan warriors at once and come out alive. But Trish isn’t just any female. She’s a Cyborg, and therefore her response is: Bring. It. On.

Un mâle ailé à l'apparence satanique a déposé son bébé sur le pas de ma porte. Pourquoi a-t-il choisi de laisser son adorable nourrisson sur le porche d'une parfaite inconnue, la seule femme humaine à des kilomètres à la ronde sur Salo ? Je ne le saurai jamais. Les bébés me sont complètement étrangers. Mais je fais de mon mieux pour la nourrir et prendre soin d'elle comme si elle était la mienne. Des pas murmurés et le frôlement léger de plumes provenant de quelque chose de musclé et possessif pénètrent silencieusement dans ma maison. Et puis un jour, je le vois enfin ...

Il Signore del Fuoco di Ashmoor vi invita cordialmente a trascorrere la festività umana chiamata "Natale" presso il Maniero di Ashmoor. Unitevi a noi per una speciale cena della Vigilia di Natale che si terrà nella grande sala da pranzo proprio al tramonto. A seguire, la decorazione di un albero conico di tipo terrestre con "ornamenti" e lo scambio di affascinanti regali incartati incentrati sugli umani. Vivaci canzoni della specie umana eseguite dal personale di Ashmoor. Mantenete segreto questo invito! Questa è una sorpresa, una ricreazione della festività del "pianeta originario" per...

Soffro della sindrome della faccia da stronza a riposo (RBF). È triste ma vero. Di conseguenza, allontano le persone. Non sono esattamente esuberante e amichevole. Questo è probabilmente il motivo per cui il mio solitario lavoro come investigatrice privata è perfetto per le mie capacità. Di solito, sono molto brava in quello che faccio. Porto a termine il lavoro e vado avanti. Ma il mio ultimo incarico mi ha mandato in tilt. Il biologo Hyrrokin dall'aspetto satanico che sto seguendo mi è entrato sotto pelle. Sir Bane Ashmoor è diventato molto più di un lavoro. Attraverso la mia lente...

Une retraite d’un mois, faite de repos et de détente loin de ma carrière trépidante, c’est exactement ce dont j’ai besoin. Jusqu’à ce que je me retrouve la seule humaine dans une résidence de location sur une planète lointaine, peuplée d’êtres qui ressemblent à des démons sataniques. Eh oui. Et le troisième jour de mes étranges vacances, deux jeunes filles Hyrrokin entrent chez moi et me supplient d’épouser leur père, mon voisin. Apparemment, leur père veuf à l’allure effrayante, un général de Flambétoile à la retraite, a besoin d’une compagne et elles ...

Ma servitude forcée est presque terminée et la liberté est à portée de main ! Jusqu'à ce qu'un extraterrestre m'achète parce qu'il a besoin d'une nounou, en urgence. Je ne suis même pas douée avec les enfants. Je n'ai jamais changé une couche de ma vie. Mais les créatures de l'agence pour l'emploi ne veulent rien entendre. « Les hew-mains sont très prisés en ce moment. Tout le monde veut une nounou hew-maine. » Super. Et comme il n'y a pas d'autre humain disponible... je suis embauchée sur-le-champ. Quelle chance. Et dès le premier jour de mon nouveau travail, je fais une ...

La mia servitù per debiti è quasi finita e la libertà è a un passo! Finché un tizio alieno mi compra perché ha bisogno di una tata, subito. Non sono nemmeno brava con i bambini. Non ho mai cambiato un pannolino in vita mia. Ma gli esseri dell'agenzia di collocamento non vogliono sentire ragioni. «Gli umani vanno di moda adesso. Tutti vogliono una tata umana». Fantastico. E dato che non c'è nessun altro umano disponibile... vengo assunta sul posto. Evviva me. E il primo giorno del mio nuovo lavoro sto avendo un attacco di panico perché finalmente incontro il mio nuovo capo e sembra...

Sto facendo da house sitter per un maschio che mi ha fatto mettere incinta in un laboratorio medico. Bergelmir, la mia cotta segreta. Quel ricco e spaventoso diavolo ha battuto tutti all'asta virtuale ed è arrivato in cima alla lista (facendo arrabbiare un sacco di altri Hyrrokin) e, gulp, sono la sua surrogata. E... ora porto in grembo il bambino di Bergelmir. Ma ho le idee chiare su questa situazione. Lo faccio perché il mio amico possa diventare padre. Perché questo è tutto ciò che siamo: amici. Ma ho un segreto vergognoso che non ho mai confessato a nessuno: vorrei che questo ...

On m'a arrangé un rendez-vous avec un Hyrrokin nommé Idun Grindstone ? Nooooon. Ça ne marchera jamais ! Comment une humaine avec un héritage considérable pourrait-elle avoir quoi que ce soit en commun avec un spécialiste de la sécurité à l'allure satanique et au langage grossier ? De la fumée s'échappe régulièrement de ses narines et sa queue brillante et barbelée se dresse dans les airs derrière lui alors qu'il rôde dans le hangar militaire. Mais... je suis enchantée par la voix profonde d'Idun, son torse nu massif et (je défaille) ces cuisses épiques. Ce Hyrrokin est un...