June became an alien bride when I was 15. She died on Tracorox six years later. Now I’m responsible for her child, and I’m determined to find out how she really died. Accident? I don’t think so. I joined IEP to get off Earth and find information about my sister. I never expected to find a mate of my own. Soren, the alien doctor, makes me burn with need. I’ve never wanted any man - or alien - before. 

I won’t be forced into alien servitude. I’ve spent my life mucking out the houses of the rich and famous. I know what they’re really like. They think they can take whatever they want. I learned that the hard way.  

A creepy boss and men who steal my work send me running to IEP and away from science. I want a new life, and I’m going to another planet to find one. One rule: no more science. But when I end up on Macros, nothing has changed, and I’m forced right back into the lab. I don’t want to be a biologist. And I refuse to fall for my boss. But Rahl is nothing like the guys back on Earth. Maybe, life on Macros is what I’ve been searching for, after all. 

I’m the alpha of my dragon shifter clan, and I’m bound by duty. It doesn’t matter that Skye’s my fated mate. She’s human. They won’t accept her. I won’t accept anyone else. She was my best friend when we were young. I’ve loved her since I was a teenager. But I’ve done my best to keep my distance, for the good of the clan. Enough. I’m the alpha now, and I’m done waiting. I want Skye as my mate. My clan will have to live with it. 

As one of the new human cadets at an alien military academy, I knew I’d have to prove myself. Especially since I’m one of only a few females sent by Earth. I just didn’t know that the one alien I want to impress would be the one who seems determined to hate me. I was sent here because I’m a champion pod racer, so why won’t the big, gruff pod instructor let me show him what I can do? If he thinks ignoring me or assigning me after-hours work polishing his pods will discourage me, then he’s never met a girl from Texas. 

Stranded on an alien planet with a cyborg warrior. All I wanted to do was find my missing best friend. I never planned on getting kidnapped by aliens. These ugly brutes claim I’m meant to be some sort of tribute bride, but there’s no way I’m letting that happen. Unfortunately, my escape attempt ends with me crashing onto a planet called Kalix. Alone in the dangerous wilderness, my only hope of survival may be a darkly handsome alien with bronze skin, horns, and penetrating eyes.

Mav disappeared before I could ever tell him about the child I carried. I’ve had years to get over him, and I’ve tried. But the second I see him again my heart lurches and it’s like all that time evaporates. I still burn for him, even though I know it’s a bad idea. I try to remind myself about the bad things: his possessiveness, his quick temper...but he’s different now. More mature. Protective. Settled. And hiding something. Something bigger than the child we share.

Recently jobless and homeless, now I’ve been kidnapped by aliens. I thought my day couldn’t get any worse, until the disgusting Orkun warlords who abducted me tell me I’m meant to be a “bride” for their commander. No! No freaking way. But before I can figure out a way off this spaceship, I find myself caught in the middle of an uprising by their other captives: a breathtakingly masculine gladiator race called Kalixians.

Suspected of kidnapping. Broke. Dumped. Katie thought things couldn’t get any worse. Then, she was abducted by aliens. Sure, they were hot warrior aliens, and the space station she was taken to was the coolest place she’d ever seen. Holographic fantasy suites? Over-the-top weddings complete with over-the-top alien wedding planners? Katie knew the tabloids back home would pay a boatload for a scoop like the one she was sitting on. If only she could find a way off the station and tell everyone on Earth.

The aliens who abducted me made a mistake. The Grivath have sold us on Gule - a planet known for dealing in human flesh. The women who are being held captive with me are in high demand and they all look like models. Me? I’m 5'2 shy, curvy, and a kindergarten teacher. Maybe they really meant to take my pageant queen sister? Our ship has crashed and half of the women are missing. Insert the tall, sexy warrior aliens, who saved us. Things are looking up, except that one of them is eyeing me like a snack, and not in a cannibalistic way - if you catch my drift.