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They call him the bone king. A massive beast of a male who worships the gods and is all too willing to provide them their sacrifices. Human sacrifices. He and his warriors have come to visit Winterbren, a poor little village on the outskirts of Wrath and my home. I’ve never been more grateful to be a thrall, for my low status will ensure that I remain outside of his notice. But when he requests—nay, requires—a willing female to warm his furs for the duration of his stay, his selection falls to me. All I can do is pray to the gods that I survive the night…

Over two decades ago, forty-eight young, gifted superheroes fell to Earth and were eventually marketed as opposing brands: heroes and villains. Now, one exceptionally gruff bad guy is looking to hop teams. Hello, PR director Vanessa Theriot. His real name is Roland Casteel a.k.a. the Pyro. First, swap that with the less incinerating the Wyvern. Next, put him in spandex to highlight that near-godlike body. Finally, give that hero in training a heroine—if Vanessa will play the part in a pretend romance guaranteed to make the city swoon. She’s game.

The Voraxian king has come again—and this time, he's come for me. I've got no desire to be claimed by the alien king. Blue skin, seven feet, and strapped with muscle, I've seen what his kind does to humans. And I don't care that he watches me with hunger.

Echo knew that being caught by a ruling Berserker would mean becoming his pawn, a plaything to be used for her powers. That wouldn’t be her fate. She’d rather run lost through the woods forever, dangerous though they may be. But there’s something even more sinister than beasts and Berserkers lurking in the woods. Something both undead and deadly. She can’t fight it alone. She’ll have to turn to the Berserker who’s caught the trail of her scent and won’t let it go. He says she’s his. She says never. He says forever.

This Xiveri Mates collection features the first three enemies-to-lovers, fated mates alien romances in the series — plus an exclusive, never before released novella. Each novel features a different couple, comes with a guaranteed happily ever after, plenty of steam and includes alien heroes with big…cough…personalities as well as strong women of color.

This second volume of a must-listen collection contains 15 bibliomysteries by best-selling and award-winning authors.

Somewhere within a distant constellation, in adrenaline-filled romps through space, aliens are coupling with human heroines. This science fiction romance collection contains Taken to Heimo, Taken to Kor, and Taken to Lemora.

Hiding is the only option against the barbarian horde of Sasor that comes to destroy our village. Hiding...doesn't work. Their leader, a beast of a male capable of shifting into a monster with claws for hands and fangs for teeth, finds me and takes me captive. But he's...not what I expected–and not just because he's a complete scoundrel and a fool. He's made it clear he won't join with me, but blocks any chances I have of finding a mate, keeping me at his side.

I'm a hybrid from an unknown planet and a pleasure female up for auction. He's a Lemoran clan chief, among the wealthiest in all the quadrants. With horns that shoot to the ceiling, the male shaped like a mountain is not one of the bidders supposed to purchase me. But he's here and he doesn't seem to want to leave.

This 3-in-1 bundle of spicy space operas collects books seven through nine of the Xiveri Mates saga: Taken by the Pikosa Warlord, Taken to Evernor, and Taken to Sky.

She thinks she can steal from me, the little human. Adorable. I can't decide what will be more fun—the hunt or what I will do to her when I catch her. And I will catch her. There is nowhere she can run. Abel was of perfectly sound body and mind when she looted the Other's corpse. He looked dead. Wait. Did he just smirk up at her? No. Definitely not...

There are a few things my Tri-God did not prepare me for. The first? Niahhorru pirates. They want the coordinates to an unprotected human satellite, and I have them. The confusing? The human Council's secrets that I've uncovered and that may get me killed. The most sinful? The pressure in my stomach...well, lower than my stomach...that draws me to the male who hates me most in this universe.

After burning her church to the ground and throwing her family into the castle dungeons for their treason, Kiandah did not expect to be spared by Lord Yaron, the Berserker Lord who once vowed—and tried—to kill her. But as Gatamora’s newest ascended omega, and a traitor besides, Yaron finds that Kiandah may be best placed to help him root out the source of the danger encroaching on his territory in the south island. Rumblings of a sinister sort have reached him… rumors of the undead and witches…

I thought he liked me. He's been my only source of company for the past rotation that I've been held captive. But when he rejects me in front of everyone, I get the shrov out, determined to find humans on another satellite far far away from this mess that is my life. Except I don't exactly receive the warm homecoming I expect. Instead this homecoming is more of the dangerous stabby stabby variety . . . and to get out of the new mess I've found myself in, I might just need a space pirate's help. But what will I have to trade him for it?

I knows things have gone ecking south when the Sky sends its full army to hunt me down. Now, I'm stranded on an adorably violent little planet with only Jerrock to rely on—and he hates me. Jerrock. Sky assassin. The Quadrants’ most renowned killer. He wasn't always, though. I remember who he used to be before and I want him to remember, too, but he wants eck all to do with me. He thinks I'm just an addict, a fool, a reaver with no instincts for self preservation. He says that reavers like me can't be trusted. He says that assassins like him can’t love.

Justice dealer of the seven regions, Lahve is tasked with maintaining order. His focus should be on that, not on a female who is too young for him by several hundred lifetimes. She has been scarred by this world, and Lahve cannot undo her past. She wants to be left alone, but he cannot do that, either because when enemy gangs move to overtake their community, he needs her help to track them into Population and cut them off. She fears recapture. How can he make her understand that he is the most powerful creature in this world and he will slaughter any who venture too close?

What's got four arms, huge spikes shooting out of his spine, and is utterly insane? Oh yeah, that's right. It's the freaking alien gladiator who's fighting in the games—for me—because I'm the prize he's geared to win. How I ended up here is just as much of a mystery as is how I lost my memory. I've got no idea who I am, where I'm from, or why no other species on this diverse and chaotic planet look anything like me. But as the gladiator and I spend more time together, I'm starting to realize… yeah, he might be crazy, but so am I.

Starships come in many shapes and sizes. Their crews and passengers are an eclectic lot. They venture into the deep voids of space on their assigned missions. Sometimes they succeed and sometimes they do not. This collection tells the stories of the crews and passengers aboard six of these starships.

I can see his scars, but he thinks all I can see are his scars. I see more. The fighter, the sword, the shield, and I'm convinced that the only monstrous thing about him is the way he watches me like I'm something to be devoured. Surviving the brutality of Population wasn't on Diego's f***ing bucket list. But when a merry band of scavengers peels him off of the side of the road, patches him up, and insists he join their mixed human-Other community, he's got no choice.

I'm trapped on a harsh, snow-covered planet waiting to be hunted, with no way of escape. I know that the alien warrior chief with purple skin and a cutting tail is coming for me, but I've got no intention of letting him take me. I'll fight him with hands and fists, knives and teeth. I'll fight the rising heat between us. I'll fight the ache in my chest where an empty hole beats, serving as a painful reminder that once, before his kind took from me, I had a heart. It’s a heart that the warrior thinks is his. And unfortunately, he's unafraid to fight for what he wants.