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There are a million ways to end up in the Alien Bride Lottery, but it takes only one. Every unmarried female human over the age of 21 gets entered once a year. You can also accept extra entries for legal infractions—instead of paying a parking fine, for example, you can request an extra entry. Lots of women do that. I mean, why not? The chances are astronomical that your name will get chosen to be one of the hundred or so women who get shipped off to space every year.

THE INSTANT NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER From the critically-acclaimed author of House of Salt and Sorrows comes a mesmerizing and chilling fairy-talesque novel about Ellerie Downing, a young woman in a small town with monsters lurking in the trees and dark desires hidden in the shadows—in...

Olive is a Los Angeles bartender who has been unlucky in love. She hopes that will change when one of the best-looking men she's ever seen walks into her bar. But he’s not what he seems. He and his childhood friend have set a depraved plan in motion. Becca is a grifter and a con-artist looking for her one big score. She’s found out that Olive’s boss has hundreds of thousands of dollars in cash at his house in the Pacific Palisades. Becca will do anything to make it hers.

Somehow, I knew my name was going to be drawn in the Bride Lottery—the hellish agreement that Earth's leaders had made to sell us to the aliens who protected our planet. I'd grown up with the propaganda. It was our civic duty. Men registered for the draft; women registered for the Bride Lottery. No way in hell was I going to be handed over to some giant man to be brutalized into bearing his children. Instead, I cut out my bio-tracker and walked away from everything. I should have realized they'd send one of those hulking, brightly colored aliens to track me down and bring me back.

Triana Moore programs the robots that clean the glitzy Station Kelly Kornienko. Avoiding the wealthy inhabitants on the upper levels of the station is her number one rule. Well, number two, right after "eat all the chocolate."

Triana Moore lost her job as a maintenance technician when her boss discovered her true identity. But decluttering the galaxy isn’t just for janitors. When she visits the ringed planet Grissom with security agent Ty O’Neill for his sister’s wedding, Triana discovers just how messy life can get. Deported before she can finish her coffee, Triana barely misses an exploding shuttle. But in true space janitor fashion, she decides to investigate.

I thought I'd escaped being given to an alien warrior. I was wrong. I was one hour away from washing out of the Alien Bride Games. None of the Khanavai warriors had chosen me, and I was scheduled on the next shuttle off the filming station. Then, a bright red alien passed me in a hallway—and the next thing I knew, we were all over each other. Bad enough that my name had been drawn in the Bride Lottery. Now, even though they're supposedly over, I'm back in the Games. And not the usual ones, either—a whole new set of challenges, just for me. Guess it'll make for good television back home.

Braxton is a physician, and I'm sure that the feeling of wanting to heal people comes naturally to him. Too bad I'm not interested. All I want is to make sure my friend is safe and to find out what is going on with me physically. Braxton can help me with that, but from the heated glances thrown my way, I'm sure he wants to do more than examine me.

I’ve been abducted. Twice. My situation with this new group of aliens has gone from bad to worse. I was with a bunch of elf-like aliens who had unparalleled technology, but now I’m in the midst of a group of primitive gargoyle aliens running around in loincloths. Which doesn’t hide much, let me tell you. There’s one gargoyle in particular who watches my every move, but what’s under his loincloth scares me more than his beastly appearance. To be sure we’re worthy to breed with, the savages have us each perform a rite of passage. And by that I mean a test of survival.

All the other human breeders have males who are head over heels for them, but do I get that? Nope. Not even close. My alien is the future king of the Dravian race and believe me, he acts like a royal jerk. Yeah, sure, he’s hot as hell, but that is not the point. Anyway, I’m still trying to figure out how to get him to do what I want when I stumble onto plans for an assassination. I decide to get involved because if anyone is going to kill the sexy prince, it’s going to be me. Especially if he calls me his “namori” one more time. Whatever that means.

I hate this place. Not that my life on Najarie was great, but at least I didn’t have a beastly alien trying to sex me up all the time. And when I say all the time, I mean all the freaking time. I haven’t forgotten Earth or the loved ones I’ve left behind. In fact, I’m willing to use any means necessary to get back to them. However, when the alien that claimed me offers to help in exchange for my body I find myself torn. Either I’m nothing more than a breeder to him or he’s trying to find a way to persuade me to stay. If that’s the case, his method is working.

He wants me. And this male is used to getting whatever he demands. The only problem is I don't want to be bothered. Especially not hot and bothered. But he's not getting the hint. He thinks I'm his and that he needs to claim me. If I allow myself to ask what that means it'll probably add a couple of letters to my OCD. My disorder should deter him, like it has most people. I just won't stick around long enough to find out. I've been given my freedom and I have no intention of giving it away to this alien. No matter how handsome, strong, and kind he is.

He's a thief. And what did he steal? Yours truly. I get it that women are a hot commodity on this planet, but why me? It's not like there weren't others to choose from. Besides, I've just found my sister and I have no desire to be away from her. But this alien doesn't take no for an answer - in English or in his language. So now I'm stuck in a new village with a bunch of Boraq who would rather see me dead than mated to their Masse. However, the more time I spend with the infuriating male, the harder it is to plan my escape. If only I could find a way to stay alive and be his.

My marriage is in trouble. Jaxar and I didn't exactly have a regular romance since he abducted me and then sent me on a journey that could've resulted in my death. But that's neither here nor there. And what doesn't kill you, makes you bitter. I mean, stronger.

When Vanti and O'Neill graduated at the top of their academy class, they thought they'd get their dream assignments. Instead they end up in security on Station Kelly-Kornienko. Sure, the station if glitzy, but they're basically well-dressed security guards.

I knew exactly what I wanted out of my senior year. A full ride to Northwestern University. The title of American high school journalist of the year. And a kiss, not just any kiss, but one from the boy I've been in love with since the sixth grade. By October, my plan was fully in motion with liplock by Christmas imminent. Imminent, that was, until Andie Mercantile moved to Marlowe Junction, swooping both my beat and my man.

After their wedding--and the Ice Dame's high-handed exploitation of the event--Triana and O'Neill embark on their honeymoon, only to find they’ve been booked on a CelebVid cruise to Armstrong with Vanti, Elodie, and Leo. When the jump to Armstrong throws Triana and O'Neill into an alternate reality, they must outsmart the multi-verse versions of their friends, a lunatic professor and his corporate sponsor, and a cargo hold full of egg-throwing rodents, if they hope to return to their own lives.

The former space janitor returns to her mother's estate on Kaku to plan her wedding. Or, as she soon discovers, to be ignored while the SK'Corp public relations machine plans the event of the galaxy. Overruled at every turn and stalked by CelebVid--a viral video outlet--Triana does what she does best and goes underground. When she befriends the son of a deposed dictator, everything goes sideways. On the run from rogue secret police, things start to get sticky--Space Janitor style. Will Triana escape and figure out what the heck is going on? Of course she will! She might even save the day.

When the station board of directors sends former maintenance technician Triana Moore to Lewei, she expects to bump knuckles with a few dignitaries, tell a couple of white lies, and drink some substandard cocoa. Her friend—son of the former dictator—tells scary stories of the planet, but Triana’s not afraid of the Leweian secret police. She’ll be on her best behavior with Ty and Vanti to watch her back. With the might of SK2 behind her, Triana should be untouchable.

Cecily Griggs doesn't know what she'll do on the alien ship after she and her friends were sold by their old captain. When an old friend sends a distress signal from a planet of slave-traders, Griggs knows what has to happen - she'll get Heidi back, or die trying. She's ready for a solo mission when the watchful, smoking hot Vrix insists on going with her. Griggs doesn't need the distraction of his silver eyes or rocky voice, but his muscles will definitely come in handy...Vrix wants nothing more than to claim Griggs as his own.