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Life on a farm planet at the edge of the universe can be dangerous for a human woman alone. That's why I need a husband. Any husband. Unfortunately, all the men I approach keep running off. So I hire a bounty hunter to kidnap me someone capable and strong, someone who will scare off the creeps who are trying to move in on my territory. It'll be a marriage of convenience only. I should have been a little more specific about who I wanted, though....

Bad boy. Screw-up. Good for nothing. Hero. Angel. These were all words Grayson 'Torren' Trammel had heard whispered behind his back over his lifetime. What he hadn't heard was 'quitter,' and he'd be damned if some little rehab chick, with her beautiful brown hair, and hot, sassy little mouth was going to label him as such. Tru knows Grayson's not for her. He's too bad. Too hot. Too demanding. Too taken. She tells herself that almost daily as she helps Grayson get back into fighting shape after a horrific accident nearly ripped his life away from him.

My tribesmates don't understand her. The other humans think she's weak. But no one knows my mate like I do. They don't see her gentle heart or her brave spirit. I know why she struggles. I know how strong she is. And I know I'll do anything to make her smile. But can I convince her that she can be happy in this strange new world with me?

I'm not a dominatrix. I'm just a single mom struggling to pay the bills and raise my two kids. But when my sister, Kalli signs up as an escort for a demon and ends up with a billionaire demon boyfriend, I can't help wondering if I should re-think my work situation. I'm not looking for a boyfriend, but if the huge, handsome, rich minotaur wants to pay to get on his knees for me, I'd have to be stupid to turn that down, right?

After my ex announces his wedding to someone other than me, I'm eager to leave town. A new life and a new job are just what I need to restore my mojo. On the way to my destination, I overnight at a hotel where edible unmentionables and a tattooed orc construction worker rock my world. I sneak out the next morning, figuring I'll never see him again. Until I walk into my new job. That hot orc construction worker? He's my boss.

She's the definition of lost. Doesn't know her name? Check. Cruelly beaten within an inch of her life? Check. No memory of anything that's happened since she woke up from that beating? Check. Losing a child she doesn't remember conceiving? Check. She hasn't felt anything but lost in a very long time. Then an old biker tells her danger is on the horizon. He sends her to a man that she instantly feels a connection with. A bone deep connection.

My hunky orc neighbor, Vrok, who I'd love to get to know better, keeps ignoring me. But when he overhears me reading the draft of my steamy romance novel out loud, he tells me he has ideas to make the male point of view better. Yeah, sure. One thing leads to another, and soon, we're not only working on dialogue, but we're also acting out some of the hotter scenes.

Rogue slavers have landed on the ice planet and captured the tribe. The only ones not snatched? Me, a walking human motormouth with no skill except that of incoherent babbling, and Warrek, who's as silent as he is attractive. Two more unlikely people have never been paired together. Saving the others is either going to bring us closer together - or drive us completely apart. I'm pretty sure the feelings I'm having for my alien companion are as unrequited as they are inappropriate, but since we aren't going to make it out alive, what harm is one teeny, tiny kiss?

Would you make a deal to dominate the werewolf at full moon? Maurice is a lone wolf. Rejected, half-feral at full moon. Unable to control himself when he goes into heat. That's not what scares me. Even as a beast, he's a very good boy. All that need gets channeled into pleasing me. You see, we've met before: one night a year ago when I ran from the way he looked at me as if I was his whole world. As if he was mine. He can't be mine. Because if he was, he'd be in danger too.

Duke Marlow, an immortal alpha werewolf and PSI-Operative, whose latest mission is to track down Mercy Deluca. But she's not the villain she's made out to be; she's his destined mate, and together, they uncover a threat that could expose the hidden supernatural world. As they navigate a minefield of deadly secrets, the line between enemy and ally blurs, igniting a flame that could burn the very fabric of their existence.

Morgan Hector is mine, but for her safety, I can never claim the pretty witch. I can never sate myself on her blood or bring her to bliss with my teeth. We'll never be anything more than friends. When I discover she's homeless and living in my office, I do what I shouldn't—I bring her home. Being in close proximity with the mate I hold at arm's length is the most devastating torture. She's smart and kind with the mouth of a sailor. Plus, she smells good enough to eat, and I'd give my right fang to devour her. The longer we spend under the same roof, the more my control begins to fray.

Chris "Shooter" Sullivan has returned to his hometown of Rapid City, South Dakota, to pick up the pieces of his life shattered by a roadside bomb in Iraq. He wants only to focus on holding what's left of his old unit together, running his garage where he builds custom bikes and cars, and pretending that his murdered father's motorcycle gang doesn't exist.

James had plans for his life. Those plans were derailed by the surprise arrival of his daughter. His life revolved around her. Then, she arrived with her beautiful brown hair that was made to wrap around his wrist and a butt that was to die for in a tight pair of jeans. Nevertheless, he didn't need any more drama in his life. Yet, there was something about her that soothed his soul.

Behind the badge and the pretty face was a heart. A heart that bled just like the rest. A heart that was so in love with Viddy Sheffield that it was humiliating. Trance had been burned before by a woman that couldn't handle the fact that he risked his life each and every time he went on shift. She was too vulnerable; somehow, he had to convince his heart to let her go. His life would chew her up and spit her out. Viddy couldn't get the man out of her head. Just the thought of Trance put a smile on her face. And when he walked into the same room? Words couldn't explain.

As the first humans allowed in Suevan space, there’s a lot riding on my all-woman team. Earth desperately needs their tech, and I’m determined to prove we can negotiate the price. Without their planetary defense systems, Earth is a sitting duck, ripe for invasion. Except the Suevan culture is nothing like ours. When I take part in what I think is a welcoming ceremony, I leave with more than I bargained for: a husband. A mate. Apparently, we’re there to marry them as payment—something the top brass on Earth doesn’t bother denying. Fantastic.

Alessandra Kennedy wakes up to a veritable hell, locked in a cage and held captive by aliens. But her greatest fear is of what lies beyond those cell doors. What horrors will the new life beyond her prison have to offer? She imagined every worst-case scenario and all the horrible things that might await her, but never once did she imagine she would become an alien's bride.

I feel like an outsider wherever I go. Croatoan, the Icehome Beach . . . neither place is home to me. So when a group heads off to the fruit caves to investigate thievery, I go with them. Any excuse to get away from the beach, where I've made a fool of myself in front of my ex and his new mate.

He was definitely trouble, and the worst kind of trouble because he was wrapped up in an incredible package of muscles, ink and heartbreak. A guy like him was the last thing I needed now. A guy like Colt Stone was the last thing I ever needed.

For Abby Renard, the plan was supposed to be simple - join her brothers' band on the last leg of their summer tour and decide if she's finally ready for the limelight. Of course, she never imagined that stumbling onto the wrong tour bus at Rock Nation would accidentally land her in the bed of Jake Slater, the notorious womanizing lead singer of Runaway Train. When he mistakes her for one of his groupies, Abby quickly lets him know she sure as hell isn't in his bed on purpose.

It had to be said that I didn't much care for the Devil. Especially when he tried to use me to control the Beast. But this was his mistake. As such, I had been granted early release, and as for the Beast… he was not happy. So now Hell had a problem. A big one. One named Abaddon who was currently tearing Hell apart trying to find me. Which meant I now had a choice to make. Let the Beast destroy all the realms or find myself a date.