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Maxu never expected to find his fated mate. But he recognized Meg at first sight. Sadly, she's not as pleased with the match as he is. She's guarded in a way he doesn't entirely understand and pushes him away at every turn.

I knew as soon as I saw her that she was MINE. It's called The Lightning Strike—the feeling a Brute gets when he finds his Fated Mate. I knew Aurora was my Fated Mate, but how could I get her? She's a Princess but worse, she's Untainted with pure human DNA—they don't want anything to do with my kind. I guess I can't blame her—I'm a criminal after all. A member of the Four Families—Clan Cruel to be exact.

I am a warlord. A beast. An assassin for the Intelligence Core. Even so, I’ve been sent to Earth for a simple mission: Find a mate. I hold no hope. Who would want me? I’m scarred...inside and out. But one look at the human beauty and there is no question: She’s mine. When she is taken from me, I will use all my training to save her from my enemies.

What can go wrong overseeing a bunch of android sex bots on an automated whorehouse in deep space? Great job, if Megan doesn’t die of boredom. Then she catches sight of the sexiest male she’s ever seen. On her grainy security monitor, she watches all his sexual exploits with the bots, and fantasizes. But that’s all she can do because he's a cyborg. Then fate steps in. There’s a crash and Megan must escape or die. The cyborgs are rescuing the sex bots - taking them onboard their ship. She knows cyborgs hate humans. They’ll kill her if she asks for help so she devises an insane plan - pretend to be the most realistic sex bot ever made.

With nothing but a limping ship and an outdated mask to her name, Wylla needs a big pay day. When the alert goes out that a lucrative piece of tech lies hidden on a nearby planet, she calls on all the swiftness of her prey-animal instincts to beat other hunters to it. What you found wasn’t your ticket out—it was my corpse wearing an AI mask. When you touched the mask, you heard my voice. A consciousness spinning through metal and circuits, a bodiless mind, spun to life in the HAWK’s temporary storage. I crystallized and realized: I was alive.

The promise of a queen's ransom is too much for lifelong gambler Jalia to pass up. The untouched planet of Minos is rumored to be so wealthy, one can walk along the beach and pluck diamonds from the sea. According to the contract, all she has to do to win is solve a few puzzles and navigate a labyrinth or two. Simple! But she didn't read the fine print.... She isn't competing to win treasure, she's competing to become queen of Minos. Marriage to the king: mandatory. A king who sends men to their deaths by the dozen and kills anyone who dares speak against him.

Miranda Doyle a vécu plusieurs mois avec un mystérieux docteur Trion très doué de ses mains, mais leur petit arrangement de « sexe entre amis » ne lui convient plus et elle souhaite passer à autre chose. Le Programme des Epouses Interstellaires offre bien plus qu’un partenaire: le mariage idéal.

Daisy. Daisy. Daisy. From the moment her name is spoken, it is all I can hear. Her frightened tears bring me anger; I vow to wipe them off her face and banish her fear...to make her my queen. But I have to catch her first. I have to convince her to trust me. I have to show her she is safe. But only with me. Because if any other naga male tries to take Daisy away from me, I will kill them.

Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter for Animators, Inc., is offered a cool mil to raise a 283-year-old corpse. But she knows that the older the zombie, the bigger the death needed to raise it. Only a human sacrifice is 'big' enough to raise this old soul – and Anita’s no murderer. Now, a creature from beyond the grave is tearing a swath of murder through St. Louis. And Anita will learn that there are some secrets better left buried – and some people better off dead …

She hated him the moment they met. Burned by love, Lettie is finally ready to date again after a long, self-imposed hiatus from men. But Vore is everything Lettie abhors. The arrogant prick with his big—um, ah—ego is a self-proclaimed ladies’ man and totally not her type. And her body totally doesn’t tingle every time he flashes her his fangs. Nope!

Females have returned to Earth, brought here by technology I do not trust. They’ve been claimed and nested and kept far from me. The broken one. The dark one. I will always be alone. When a box falls from the sky and a black-suited human female appears, I am in awe. I am in need. Only, she is surrounded by men. So, I will sneak up on her. I will stalk her, learn everything about her, and wait for the right moment. And when the time comes, I’ll set my trap.

A species that has no word for murder, has a murderer aboard their spaceship. Alien. Tristol lives in exile. But he’s built a life for himself aboard a human space station. He’s even begun to understand the complex nuances of human courting rituals. Detective Hastion is finally flirting back! Murder. Except that Tristol’s beloved space station is unexpectedly contacted by the galoi - a xenophobic species with five genders, purple skin, and serious attitude. They need the help of a human detective because there’s a murderer aboard their spaceship.

Now that the Drexians have revealed themselves to humans, the two species are working together to protect Earth and the galaxy from alien invaders. That means women aren't just tribute brides anymore. And they aren't going to be bossed around by anyone--not even the badass Inferno Force warriors.

Zylar of Kith B'alak is a four-time loser in the annual Choosing. If he fails to find a nest guardian this time, he'll lose his chance to have a mate for all time. Desperation drives him to try a matching service, but due to a freak solar flare and a severely malfunctioning ship AI, things go way off course. This "human being" is not the Tiralan match he was seeking.

As the threat of a common enemy closes in, Ferren finds solace in the commander. While working together in the hope of saving their people, they forge a profound connection that tethers them in unexpected ways. Ferren must decide if she can go back to the stoic existence she once led when he has shown her a taste of the life she deserves.

When out-of-shape IT technician Roen wakes up and starts hearing voices in his head, he naturally assumes he’s losing it. He isn’t. As of last night, he has a passenger in his brain - an ancient alien life-form called Tao, whose race crash-landed on Earth before the first fish crawled out of the oceans. Over the millennia his people have trained human heroes to be great leaders, to advance our species at a rate far beyond what it would have achieved on its own. Split into two opposing factions - the peace-loving, but under-represented Prophus, and the savage, powerful Genjix - the aliens have been in a state of civil war for centuries.

Meet Torven, the falsely accused Inferno Force warrior who takes his tribute bride hostage to save his skin. Dakar, the galaxy's most notorious playboy who finally meets his match. Vox, the damaged part-cyborg who's been programmed to claim his mate by any means necessary. And don't miss the holiday magic when all six couples come together for a Christmas celebration that's more naughty than nice.

This collection includes four novellas: Vektal & Georgie, Raahosh & Liz, Aehako & Kira, and Rukh & Harlow.

An alien criminal in hiding. An enticing female he can’t ignore. But can he protect her from his violent past? With her birthday just around the corner, Mina Walker has found herself reflecting on her life. Thirty and still stuck in her tiny hometown. Thirty and still clinging to the ghosts of people she lost years ago. Thirty and still alone. Still a virgin. She refuses to spend this birthday by herself. So when chance brings her face to face with the town’s mysterious newcomer, she knows exactly who she wants to celebrate with.

In debt and on the run from a crime lord whose nose I may or may not have broken, I take the first ticket off-world that comes my way. The only catch? I have to marry an alien cowboy. My plan is simple enough. Shack up with my groom Silar and convince him to keep me during the first month of our marriage. As long as he doesn't decide to send me packing after the thirty-day trial period, I'll be safe.