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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.

A collection of original contemporary love stories set during life in lockdown by some of today's most popular YA authors. Erin Craig "delivers" on a story about a cute pizza delivery boy, Auriane Desombre captures a girl trying to impress her crush on TikTok, and Bill Konigsberg takes readers...

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.

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.

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...

Hustling as a waitress is a far cry from being the most feared witch in the world. But after surviving ten years of war between humans and supernaturals, Lily finds anonymity a relief. Even a request for help from an old coven friend can’t bring Lily out of hiding - until her friend disappears, along with the entire coven. What’s worse, wolf shifter and Chief Investigator Leif - the man Lily is secretly in love with - considers her the only suspect. And to top it all off, the dark witch who was her first love has been resurrected...and wants her back.

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.

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 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.

These four MMF short stories bring the heat with the kind of immersive writing that takes you right into these characters’ worlds, from the hard streets of the LA underground crime scene to an Australian vacation, to a London college town and a luxury NYC loft. Each story is completely different from the next, but they all share one thing—whether it’s their first time or a long-term thing, these guys are bi and they don’t hold back.

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.

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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

Morgan de Rohan-Chabot is Monaco's most notorious yacht designer. Young, talented, and a flirtatious rogue, his reputation for leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake has finally caught up to him. He needs my help—the magic touch of a PR superstar to overhaul his tarnished image. A lucrative contract with a Saudi Prince is up for grabs, and Morgan insists I join him on the glittering shores of the Riviera to help him secure it.

I'm focused on my new top secret dating app and am preparing for senior year of college. A flirty guy is the last thing I need. At Nick's after-party the night he launches his concert tour, something tells me he might have his eye on me. Something sizzles when he casually touches me. Or it is just my imagination? Will my love life heat up? Or, will it melt like ice cream on a hot summer day?

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.

Five thrones sit in the playroom beneath the most notorious BDSM club in Paris. Four of the five founders still reign as kings in this kingdom. Only Club Duval has been closed for over a year, and play time is long over. Five kings, and four have fallen for the same woman. Oleg Balashov and Dr. Henri Gerard have the pleasure of calling her their pet, only Samantha Hunter doesn’t quite fit the description. She's neither pet nor feral, neither predator nor prey, neither submissive nor dominant. Samantha is all those things in one, and she doesn’t want to choose.