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Life as a female fighter pilot with the Valox resistance isn't always easy, but it gets much worse when my ship dies on a solo mission. It gets even worse when I'm rescued by hulking, bare-chested aliens who are nothing like the Vandar I fought with against the empire. The Vandar horde that snatches me from my ship might wear the battle kilts and inked skin of their counterparts, but they have no intention of treating me like an ally—or releasing me.

Stowing away on the enemy ship to sabotage it may not have been Tori’s best idea, but she meant for it to be a solo mission. She never planned for a huge Dothvek warrior to come along for the less-than-pleasant ride. And why did it have to be Vrax, the arrogant barbarian who gets under her skin so much? When he gets captured and offloaded to an alien slave market, she knows she can’t leave him behind. But can she save him from the notorious slavers and get back to her crew on the sand planet?

I almost escaped from the alien’s twisted hunting moon. Until the Taori warrior snatched me away, convinced that he was saving me from a menacing swarm that only appears in his dark and tortured memories. Now I’m stuck with him on the deadly moon that’s crawling with mercenaries who have one goal—to kill us.

Caro thought the Dothveks, who helped them when they crash-landed on the planet, were big and brawny and intimidating. But the barbarian who kidnaps her is even scarier. He’s a disgraced Dothvek who’s been exiled from the clan for murder, and he’s been living by himself in the desert. Apparently, he thinks she’s his to take. Not if she has anything to say about it.

I volunteered to sneak onto an enemy battleship. Now I’m stranded on a prison moon with a hot Drexian pilot who can’t stand me. I had no choice. It was either volunteer for a rescue mission for the Drexians or go to prison on Earth. I know, I know. The irony isn’t lost on me. But what were the chances I’d end up on a creepy alien prison moon running for my life with a Drexian who seems annoyed that I saved him? Which is a problem since we’re stuck together on a swampy planet that’s too hot to wear much of anything.

When I don't marry his nephew, I have no idea I'm still promised to Zoran's clan. Imagine my shock when the dark and imposing alien informs me that he will be taking me as his tribute bride--and taking me back to the Drexian home world with him. The silver fox warrior isn't like the brash young Drexians on the station. He's intense and serious and a bit scary, and I can't imagine being his bride. But it appears I have no choice. I'm bound to him, which means my life will be as the mate of an alien I barely know and can't imagine falling for.

Ella is one of the few human females who rejected her Drexian warrior match. Sent to live with the other “rejects” in a special part of the high-tech space station, she has no desire to have her life dictated by a bunch of alphas on steroids. And no way would she ever be charmed by an alien playboy. Not only is Dakar a member of Inferno Force, which means he’s bigger, tougher, and more dangerous than other Drexian warriors, he’s also known throughout the galaxy for his ability to sweet-talk almost any female out of her panties.

When Kalesh Naz wakes from crashing in his escape pod, he's enraged to find himself locked in a dungeon. He's on a battle moon where he and other fierce aliens are forced to battle for their survival as entertainment for the cruel Xulonians. He will do anything to get back to his crew--even if it makes awakening the long-dormant barbaric ways of his ancestors and harnessing the mating fever that simmers beneath the surface.

All I know about the Taori warrior who saves me during an escape attempt and the ensuing battle is that he’s huge and horned. When he drags me from the carnage and deeper onto the barren moon, I’m grateful for his protection—even if he does eye me like I’m the last drop of water in the desert. When he confesses that he’s slowly being consumed by an ancient curse on his people—a mating fever with only one cure—I don’t want to believe him.

The only alien warrior True isn’t intimidated by is the one in her holodeck simulation. Not only is True a virgin, she’s barely been kissed, so the huge, hunky Drexian warriors terrify her. But the guy in her simulation doesn’t. He may be as big and built as the rest of them, but she knows he’s not real. It’s the only reason she’s not afraid to kiss him.

When the Inferno Force battleship I’m working on jumps away to save a colony under attack, I have no choice but to become part of the crew. But the Inferno Force ship is nothing like the high-tech space station I’m used to—and the warrior crew isn’t used to females on board. For a curvy brainiac who’s not used to being noticed, I’m now being noticed—a lot.

I knew what I was getting into when I sold myself to the devastatingly handsome mafia don. Then I discovered he was an immortal fallen angel. Being the plaything of a billionaire is one thing. Being the mate of a celestial is quite another. Especially when he’s convinced I carry the mark of an angel and could free the Fallen from their eternal torment. But not everyone wants the Fallen to be redeemed. My immediate problem isn’t with the demon prince, though. It’s with the rival mafia family who’s taken me captive—and the deadly succubus helping them.

When the bounty hunter babes escaped from the Dothvek planet, they took their barbarian mates with them (and some babies on the way). Now, the crew is returning to the alien homeworld for the holidays, but they're in for much more than a desert version of yuletide cheer!

A bride with a talent for scathing online reviews. A list of victims longer than a receiving line. Was one of them angry enough to murder her? For wedding planner Annabelle Archer, bridezillas come with the territory. But the latest difficult diva is also known for poisonous online reviews. When she and her groom are shot, the police don’t need to look any further than the victims of the bride’s one-star reviews for potential suspects. Unfortunately, Annabelle and her colleagues are at the top of that list and rising fast as other suspects are murdered.

I wasn’t supposed to end up on the Drexian space station or be matched to one of their gorgeous warriors as a tribute bride. My perfect twin sister is the one they wanted. Instead, I stole her spot. The trouble is, I’m not tribute bride “material”, whatever that means, and I’m on the first transport back to Earth in disgrace.

If there is one thing Annabelle Archer can’t stand, it’s a diva chef. But her career as a wedding planner to the elite socialites of DC has her dealing with plenty of them. When one such prima donna rubs her the wrong way, she's not completely surprised to find him impaled on his own ice sculpture.... After the hotel’s catering director begs the planner to clear her name, Annabelle seeks out the culinary criminal. With the clues stacking up against the catering director, the egg timer begins ticking down for her to find the true killer.

Dominick Vicario, mafia don and leader of the Fallen, was right about me. But he was also wrong. I do carry the trace of an angel. But not for the reason he thinks. When the truth about me is revealed, it isn’t the demons who are after us this time. It’s the archangels. And they’ll stop at nothing to eliminate the evidence of their own darkness—me. With a host of vengeful angels chasing us, Dominick makes a pact with the Prince of Demons. A pact that leads us straight into the demon prince's Parisian lair--a place so decadent and demonic that we may never escape. Or want to.

I came on board the Drexian space station to attend my cousin’s wedding. That was it. Despite every other woman on Earth falling all over themselves for one of the tough aliens, I wasn’t interested. Not even a little bit. I had my own life on Earth to sort out, and a hot Drexian did not figure into my plans.

I know all about the Xulonian recreation moons, but I’d hoped to end up on the hunting one. As a security officer for the empire, I know how to fight. I am not prepared to wake up practically naked on a strange island.

Not only is Dominick Vicario tall, dark, and wickedly attractive, he’s also the head of the world’s most powerful underworld family. And the leader of the Fallen—former heavenly Watchers banished to Earth who’ve become wealthy playboys. When I meet him, my life is circling the drain. My job is going nowhere, my boyfriend is a jerk, and I’m in debt up to my eyeballs. So, when the dangerously seductive mafia don offers me a deal that will solve all my problems, I take it. All I have to do is spend the rest of the summer with the mysterious billionaire.