Fated Mates of the Zaarn

I went to space looking for adventure, my job to protect the other women of the expedition. When gray aliens wake me from cryo in the middle of a market, it turns out I'm what's on sale. This sure isn't the fun I dreamed of!

I get lucky when horned blue aliens rescue me straight from cryo. So when I get the chance to use my communications skills to help save other human women, I jump on it. It's perfect. Except for him. Of all the handsome devils, why did I get stuck alone on a mission with a heartbreaker? Especially one who keeps losing his shirt and carrying me everywhere. Kirel is all smooth talk and easy charm. He claims I'm his fated mate. But I refuse to be fooled by a handsome face again, no matter how tempting his whole . . . package.

Gorgeous blue alien warriors rescued me from cryosleep, but the other women of my expedition weren't so lucky. As head pilot, I need to find the missing human ship and fly everyone to safety. I partner up with a hunk. Sul's boisterous, fun, and fine as hell. With him, I start to enjoy life in a way I've never known. When our search for clues takes us to an exotic city, mobsters force us to hide in a pleasure house. I've never felt desirable before, and Sul's heated "kizz" offers one hell of a temptation. Yet I can't stray from my mission, no matter how much he makes my body soar.

I left Earth excited to create a new world for humans. Instead, gray aliens wake me from cryo to sell me to the highest bidder. My days are reduced to playing in an alien jungle with lizard kids who think I'm nothing more than a pet. Then a horned blue alien rescues me, whisking me away on a dragon! Raxnor is seven feet of muscled strength and scowls, but he shields me from every danger. In his arms, I feel safe for the first time.

All the bigwigs on Earth said I'd have a bright future in space. They obviously knew nothing, 'cause I'm sweating in the bows of an alien pirate ship. The lizards who captured me figured out I've got a way with machines. Thank god, I've concocted one hell of an escape plan. Then he waltzes into the middle of it, seven feet of handsome wrapped in blue skin and horns. Human guys never wanted me, but Tark doesn't even bother to say hello. I get the alien who leaps straight to, "We're married!" Tark looks at me like I hung the moon, and the heat of his touch gets my motor running.