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There comes a point in your life where you have to say enough is enough. I wasted my college years on a guy who played with my head, played with my heart. I was blinded by the fairy tale, the one that didn't exist. The day I gave up on the idea of happily ever after, my focus became me. Moving forward and establishing my career. Until one day.... I didn't expect him. My new boss, a six foot two, inked rock god. I believed I was working for the record label - I was wrong.

I never expected to spend my days as a dancing girl...but it beats the alternative. In the window of a filthy space station cantina, I gyrate my hips and hope for better days. When I'm bought by the most intimidating alien on Three Nebulas Station, those better days are on their way. Zakoar of the Broken Back is a cyborg who deals in black market prosthetics. He's terrifying to look at, with a metal jaw and a fearsome demeanor. He intimidates everyone in the galaxy...except me.

The residents of Riot House have graduated, but the events of the past year are far from forgotten. Life might be pulling the former students of Wolf Hall Academy in opposite directions, but no distance on Earth can sever the ties that bind them.

My life has never been my own, and that's never been more true than in the Rinian Galaxy. I've always had dreams that led me to believe my life is bigger than being the servant to some snake alien queen, but as each year goes by, I'm beginning to think my subconscious is lying to me. Until he shows up . . . the Kaluma with one blue eye who I've never forgotten. But he's not who I remember, and it seems this galaxy has broken another soul.

Jenny's dreams have turned to nightmares. Every night, her thoughts are filled with evil. Something is reaching out...and she's not so sure she wants to reach back. That is, until someone new appears in her dreams. Someone who protects her, comforts her, and thinks of Jenny as his mate. Imaginary friends aren't real, but Jenny likes to pretend, anyhow. Then, one day, one of the mindless dragons guarding the fort awakens...and Jenny realizes that the friend from her dreams isn't a figment of her imagination. He's a dragon. And he's looking to claim his female.

I guess I'm one of the last survivors of the human race, and I'm stranded on this hell of a desert alien planet. Sucks to be me. Our ship crashed months ago, and those of us left are struggling to survive the boiling heat in barbaric living conditions. The only reason we're not all dead is one of my friends got knocked up by a native alien, and he lets us live in his ruined city.

I've had enough trouble with men to last me a lifetime. All I want is to live my life, build my law practice, and focus on my career. Then everything changes when I'm hired to represent a member of the Lords of Carnage MC in a child custody case . . . and Striker Rossi is assigned as my bodyguard. The minute his eyes lock on mine, I know this man is damaged. Reckless. Trouble. The way he looks at me does things to me I don't want to feel. I get the feeling he knows a thousand ways to get down and dirty. And I don't want to like it as much as I do.

Ford Spurlock has known Ashe Trammel since they were babies. He’s also done his level best to stay away from her because every time he gets to within five feet of her, they’re fighting like cats and dogs. Ashe is the apple of her father’s eye. The motorcycle club princess that was never to be harmed in any way - or touched for that matter. Fast forward to adulthood, and Ashe is still off limits. Still driving him insane. Still...beautiful. She never misses an opportunity to give him hell, either.

Calista is happy with her life of scientific research. She doesn't need love, she has her books, her friends, and her work. Things are fine until her ship is attacked by space pirates and crash lands on a desert planet with heat so intense she and her friends can't survive without help. Ladon is a Zmaj warrior resigned to a life alone, who only desires to protect his treasures. His hopes for a mate faded long ago, yet when he meets Calista something stirs. It takes only one look to know that she belongs to him.

Sofia Kendrick has always cherished her tiara. As the youngest daughter of a wealthy New York family, she's lived the life of an American princess. But after two scandalous divorces and a breakup smear her name across the society rags, the shine from her crown has dulled. People call her superficial, even gaudy. She's nothing more than tinsel. Desperate for escape and starving for peace, Sofia heads to Montana for a holiday weekend with her brother. But she doesn't get the relaxing vacation she planned.

He was just supposed to be saving her from herself...and the half dozen criminal enterprises that would want her blood when they realized what she had done. What he hadn't planned on was her invading every aspect of his life with her fiery temper and inability to take no for an answer. And when he finally got beneath her walls and found out why she had gotten herself into trouble in the first place, he knew what he needed to do. He sure as hell didn't think he would end up being the one who would need saving.

Homesteading on the remote farm planet Risda III can be lonely. So when I notice that my neighbor isn't doing so well, I ask for help to give her a Christmas celebration to brighten her spirits.

With marriage, there are things you can and can't live with. Harry, my abusive husband, made that clear enough when he beat me like a dog, forced a miscarriage on me, and tried posing me as a hostage to my father's notorious biker gang, The Reapers. I was lucky enough to get out of my marriage in one piece but it's only a matter of time before he picks up my trail and hunts me down. Blackjack swears he'll kill him the second he steps foot in town. I know he means well but there's something about his stare when he tells me I deserve better.

Like being stranded on a desert alien planet wasn't enough.... All I ever wanted was someone to love. Now my best friend is knocked up by the only hunky alien-dragon available and I can't tell anyone how totally jealous I am. The handful of humans who survived our ship's crash are locked in a struggle to live in sweltering heat with dwindling supplies. The others are taking the life giving, addictive epis but if I take it that means I'm stuck here. Forever. Which also means the chance of being rescued by a knight in shining armor would be zero.

My life had been perfect, and then I was stripped away from my family. I had everything: loving parents, a huge biker family (even though they did fight like cat and dogs a lot), and the love from every member of one of the most notorious clubs in United States history. The Reapers' blood flew through every vein in my body. It took my years to find out why - or better who - had stripped me of my life, never knowing who the man was that'd taken everything from me.

Before the generation ship crashed on this desert alien planet, I was a vagrant. Unplanned and unwanted, struggling to survive. Now, we're on Tajss, and if not for the natives, seven-foot-tall dragon-men with wings and tails and scales, we'd all be dead. My new friends are finding love, and I couldn't be happier for them, but I want to fit in, I want to have a place and a purpose. Strangely enough, the only one who might understand is one of those scaled dragon-men. I wanted comfort and attention, but it turns out "one-night stand" doesn't translate into Zmaj.

Life was good. I was tending bar, making enough to get by, paying my rent, and enjoying the occasional cocktail with my best gay boyfriend, Matty. And then I got the call. One of my customers had passed. The one who we nicknamed “Grandpa”, who'd watch us for hours from his seat at the bar, sucking on the same beer, never leaving a tip. For some reason, the old coot left me his estate. Thanks to good old Grandpa, it looks like I may never have to work again. But of course, there's a catch.

Mouse: I have no memory or what or who I am, all I know is that everyone and everything is out to hurt me. Hands slap, teeth bite, and boots kick. So when I meet a big, bronzed warrior with blue eyes whose hands are gentle and voice is kind, I don't trust him. And when he starts showing up in my dreams, a part of me I long thought was dead awakens with a passion.

Naomi has spent her entire profits from her farm's yield for a fertility shot. She wants a baby to ease some of the loneliness of life at the edge of the universe. Unfortunately for her, the donor she had lined up can't finish the job. What's a lonely ovulating human to do? This one heads to the Port Custodial office and asks for help from the military custodian on duty. Brawny but awkward Ainar isn't sure why this human is insisting on needing his help for sleeping, but he's happy to assist someone as delicate and pretty as the human colonist.

Raze is the scorned president of the Heaven's Rejects. Darcy Kyle is the widow of his best friend and former vice president. He shouldn't want her, but he'll move heaven and Earth to have her.