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Battle scarred Drasus is the Kirakos' grumpiest, grouchiest Sarkarnii and he really doesn’t want anyone around him. My former job as a doctor means I’m given the assignment to take care of him as he recovers from his wounds. Does it matter I’ve only ever treated humans? Apparently not. Only Drasus doesn’t want to be nursed and he’s determined to make my life absolute hell, or at least the way he growls at me makes me think he does.

Blayn is a vicious, dirty fighter in the arena. Picked for his ability to maim and destroy, he's the one gladiator you never bet against. However, his feral nature has got him into trouble too often, and someone has to get him over his fear of being touched by anything other than a sword, claw or tooth. That someone is me. Former cleaner in a pleasure house here on Trefa, now expected to help this dangerous gladiator become greater than ever, or else he'll lose everything, including his life.

Sylas is the planet’s most ruthless fighter, unmatched in the arena and feared by all who come up against him. Until he meets me. The abducted human forced into servitude and far from home. He growls ‘mine’ and I am claimed by a seven-foot wall of scars and sinew. There is more to Sylas than his chiselled good looks and proficiency with a sword. My proud gladiator is broken in more ways than I thought possible. And he won’t stop until I belong to him entirely, even if it means breaking his bonds with the arena.

He's a warrior of mayhem, a broken alien dragon shifter, and he needs to claim me to be whole again. Taken from everything I knew and dropped in the middle of an alien prison maze, what's a girl to do? Get stuck in of course! My assistance is needed everywhere and I love to help. As for all the huge alien dragon shifter warriors, the Sarkarnii, who rule this part of the maze? I give them a wide berth. All except one.

Meet Kyt, the rogue alien warrior version of a playboy. He's all devilish good looks and angelic alien badness. He lives for the party, until my nearly catastrophic error means he's put in charge of me. Playboy no longer, he's just become the boss from hell and he's in the perfect position to ensure I do his every bidding. If I don't please him, and we don't manage to break the sentient AI that controls all organic life on this planet, then we're both in a whole heap of trouble.

No monster can own me. Not even him. The aliens who took me from Earth thought I was small and puny... how wrong they were! Instead, they ended up with a banshee of a human who had no intention of staying abducted. So now this alien maze has its first freedom fighter. I can put my unusual talents involving weaponry to good use, causing as much havoc as I can until I find an escape.

Nathaniel Clarke has a secret. Before he became the owner of an occult bookshop on Bookseller's Row, he was a prince of the kingdom of Paragon. He’s only ever had one weakness, and he hasn’t seen her in a decade. Despite a passionate affair, she refused Nathaniel’s proposal in order to pursue her music career. Now, Nathaniel is reluctant to open old wounds, but he can’t refuse Clarissa’s plea for help, or the passion her nearness awakens in him - even as he learns the cause of what ails her is tangled with the deadly past he left behind.

Terror Hordesman came. With flowers. Red roses. He came, he marked me, and he moved into my house. This is bad. Very bad. Because, I'm funding the Betaren project he's trying to destroy. If he finds out, I fear, he'll end me.

He’s called a monster, a beast, a dragon, and he’s chosen me. I think I’m in trouble. Again. Yeah, alien abduction is for suckers. If I thought my life was bad before I woke up in the alien prison, it’s just about to get a whole load worse, because I’ve been rescued by an alien warrior who is much better at stripping flesh from bone than being a hero. Draxx has glowing green scales, endless muscles, huge claws and very often, a tail. He also prefers not to wear pants. He has cheekbones I could cut myself on and a set of lips which are very good at kissing.

At the frat party I see a bright light and find myself sitting on a bed with a huge monster looming over me. I'm terrified and, at the same time, there's something about those black eyes, that scent, that purrr that makes me come alive. Horde life is simple. When I find an Omega during a raid, I should deliver her to the compound. If I don't, I'll lose my life, the lives of my horde alphas, and I'll start a full-scale rebellion. And yet, I can't part from her. This one belongs to me.

Reem lives a secluded, sheltered life inside Community One. Sold to one of the alien beasts who now rule the Earth, inexperienced young Reem is terrified she won't know how to please her husband, and he'll end up eating her instead of bedding her. After years of waiting, Troy finally gets his mate. When he lands her on his lap during their pairing party, he confirms her virginity. He can't wait until they're home so he can show her the only thing she should fear is his big...heart.

Cyan. One second, I’m battling an overgrown hedge with a pair of clippers. The next, I’m running for my life, positive I’ve stumbled onto a prank reality show set, complete with a towering, red-haired guy in costume who throws me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing - I’m a big girl, never been thin. Kinre. Horde life is simple. Hunt the enemy, kill the enemy. Then I make a big mistake. Huge. I rescue a helpless human, only to discover this curvy, tempting morsel is an Omega about to send me into a rut.

They came. They didn’t do much sight-seeing before they conquered and marked the human Omegas. They call themselves the Regha Horde. We call them the Hordesmen. And Hunger is my new boss.

Ryak is a strong, silent, drop-dead gorgeous alien warrior, and he doesn't even acknowledge my existence. But when he needs a fake mate, it means he's going to have to choose me. I'm the only human female not yet attached to a winged alien warrior on this dystopian planet. I'm the only one who can carry off the pretense of being his mate at the gathering of the species where the fate of this world will be decided. The Gryn are expected to send a mated warrior and that's where I come in.

I was forced to volunteer. Transported to an alien world. Stolen by an alien pirate. I must integrate to gain my freedom.

Space needs nurses. That’s what they told me, and that’s why I agreed to go. They say Raider is the last place I want to end up, but I’m up to the challenge. I’ll care for the warlord’s child. One problem. He wants me to make said child. With him. No. Not happening. Never. I'm not selling my body to some brute! But Kain isn’t the brute I imagined. And the longer I’m on Raider, the longer I wonder if belonging to him would be so bad.

Miranda Doyle has spent months in the arms of a mysterious Trion doctor. His hands are skilled at more than just healing, but their casual “friends with benefits” arrangement isn’t enough for her. She wants it all, and the Interstellar Brides Program guarantees her not just a mate, but a perfect match.

Knowing that the strongest alliances are forged through mating, long ago, the King of Regha asked for my help. So when I came collecting on his firstborn, he gave her to me. I am nothing but a glorified thief. She is the Regha Princess. The jewel of her people. And now, she is mine.

He's a terrifying brute of a male that I can't help but fear. Ripped away from Earth and everything I know, I'm stuck in a lair of alien warriors, including him. The one that stares at me, threatens me. Hates me. Until he brings me his broken feather and asks me to mend him. What else can I do? Back home, I was a falconer, training and taming birds of prey. What are the chances I can tame this fearsome predator, before he decides I'm his next meal?

I have seven weeks to meet and marry a human woman. If I don’t, I will lose my position as Commander of the Alliance Force. Since I took command, my attempts to meet eligible women have been disastrous. Lev, our resident anthropologist, has suggested I attend Oktoberfest in Munich. His rationale is that I like beer and the comradery of dancing and singing and will be surrounded by women who also enjoy the same activities. I always advise my officers to mingle with humans at their festivals.