He’s all fang and no bite . . . until I push him too far.
Tabitha: It’s not like I’m a stranger to one-night stands, but I’ve never had a drunken make-out session with a horned, blue-skinned alien only for him to leave me with the female equivalent of blue balls. The jerk. Xavy’s all talk but no bite. Is it so bad I want the bite? Well, turns out I might get more than I bargained for since I passed out in a hiding spot only to wake up miles in the air on an aircraft. And guess who’s in the pilot seat? The very last alien I want to see . . .
Xavy: Everything about Tabitha tempts me. Her soft curves and her big smile and loud voice full of laughter. But it terrifies me how badly I want to do things to her that are dishonorable to a Drixonian warrior, so I have to reject her. When I find her as a stowaway on my important mission, I have no choice but to return her to camp. That is, until our return trip doesn’t go quite as expected. Now I’m the only thing keeping her safe, and it’s not so easy to avoid her now. Especially when I find that she likes my rough touch as much as I like giving it to her.
Contains mature themes.

Justine: Alien planet life isn’t so bad. I’ve taken a vow of celibacy so the perfect male specimens walking around with their bulging muscles and other . . . bulges . . . don’t do it for me. I’m content to live my life and avoid the one male with the soft voice and all-knowing eyes who has me rethinking that vow.
But our peaceful existence is threatened by enemies who want to use my human friends and I as nothing but breeders. I spent too long without control of my life to sit back on the sidelines during an alien war where my friends and I are the spoils. I’m slapping on war paint and suiting up alongside my alien saviors. No one controls my destiny but me.
Nero: Justine is mine-I knew it the moment I met her. But she requires patience and a gentle touch. I can’t rush this, or I’ll never win her over. But as war looms, I realize I might have waited too long. My role is crucial to ensuring the Drixonians’ complete freedom from the exploitative Uldani, and it’s a mission I might not return from.
Even worse news? Justine insists on fighting at my side. What she doesn’t know is that my patience has come to an end. By the time I’m through, she’ll beg me to claim her.
Contains mature themes.

“She will have my babies, but on our terms.”
Valerie
I thought waking up on a space ship was traumatic. That’s got nothing on returning to consciousness while shackled in a cell. The kicker? I’m supposed to be a breeder for the alien in the cell next to me. My mother always told me I had birthing hips, but I don’t think she meant they were for pushing out blue extra-terrestrials. I want to hate my cell-mate, but he’s a prisoner too, and so far he’s taken a few beatings to protect me . . .
Sax
The food sucks but the view has gotten a hell of a lot better since the human female showed up. I know exactly what our captors want-for us to mate so they can take our baby. Over my dead body. I willing to suffer their abuse if they leave the pretty female alone, but when they hurt her, all bets are off. Now I’m not only finding a way to escape with her, I’m also taking out every last captor before I leave. And then? I’ll fill her with as many babies as she wants.
Contains mature themes.

“Nothing in my life had prepared me for extraterrestrial motorcycle clubs.”
Frankie
I thought alien abductions only happened in movies. But here I am on a strange planet with green soil and a gang of muscled, wicked-horned aliens on hover bikes. All I want to do is go back to Earth, but the alpha male in charge has decided I belong to him. Now I’m on the back of his bike speeding to an unknown destination and super freaked out about liking his biceps and serious scowl. Good thing I have some banked personal days, because this might take awhile . . .
Daz
The job is supposed to be easy. All I have to do is deliver a spaceship of living cargo to the vile Uldani and they’ll release my brother. If I fail, they’ll take it out on him. Except the cargo is something I’ve never seen before-human females. The one called Frankie is beautiful and soft, and I’ve already spilled blood for her. Now how am I going to save my brother? Because this human female is mine.
Contains mature themes.

“All I lived for was revenge. Until her.”
Miranda: I’m on a strange planet surrounded by blue aliens and women who clearly have Stockholm Syndrome. I’m not content to pump out alien babies and have dinner cooking for my guy after he returns from a long day of hunting and gathering. Independence is great until my solitary exploration leads me right into the hands of a savage, horned alien who barely speaks but has no intention of letting me go. The worst part? His survival skills are actually kinda turning me on.
Drak: After I’m exiled, the only thing on my mind is revenge. Other than that, I’m merely existing as a beast and a shadow of the warrior I once was. Until I see a human female struggling for her life. I save her, but then I find I can’t let her go. For the first time, I’m not thinking of revenge, I’m focused on providing for her, feeding her, and keeping her safe. But the one responsible for exiling me isn’t done with his betrayal. This time, I’m fighting harder to reclaim my place . . . and my female.
Contains mature themes.

“I’ll do anything to make sure she’s safe. Even from me.”
Naomi: All my life, I’ve been protected. First by my older brother, and now by a crew of women on a strange alien planet who insist on protecting my virtue. Who cares about virtue? I have to make the most of this situation, and if that means shacking up with a big blue guy, I’m not opposed. So when I find that the very alien who I’m convinced is my mate has gone off on a reckless mission, I risk it all to bring him back myself.
Gar: Anger doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel when a fragile female puts herself in harm’s way for me. And not just any female-of course she’s the one I can’t resist. But I don’t deserve her, and I’ll never bind her to my doomed destiny. Except now she’s in danger, and if it’s the last thing I do in my cursed life, I’ll make sure she’s safe. Even from me.
Contains mature themes.

“My true crime podcasts didn’t prepare me for this planet.”
Reba
I consider myself a true crime expert. Never let yourself be transported to a second location. Kidnapping 101, right? Well, not on an alien planet apparently. I escaped the pack of blue aliens on hover bikes only to fall victim to even worse aliens. I must have missed the danger hierarchy memo during Outer Space Abduction Orientation. My only hope is the blue alien who tracked me down, but now he’s a prisoner too, and he’s not too happy with me . . .
Ward
Everything is going according to plan until the loud yellow-haired human decides to leap off the back of my bike and get herself taken by the slimy Rizars. My leader’s order is simple: Retrieve the human. His orders aren’t to desire her with every beat of my heart, but that’s exactly what happens. Now we’re on the run together, trying to survive. One thing is certain: she’s mine, and I’ll protect her until my last breath.
Contains mature themes.