The Krinar's Bane: A Krinar World Novella

What happens in an alien sex club stays in an alien sex club, right? Well...not if you pen an exposé on the place. And certainly not if you omit the fact that the experiences in the article are your own. Or if the Krinar you’ve hooked up with is the club's owner, whose many kinks involve blackmail and mind games. For a young journalist out to prove herself, it's all about landing the next big story. Until it becomes all about landing in a possessive alien's penthouse bed.

Zavir is a guardian. He's the best the Krinar has. His assigned vocation is to uncover the Resistance movements popping up around the earth and eliminate them. New information about a fast-growing Resistance camp sends him to Costa Rica, home of the largest Krinar Center. His informant is a human girl. She wants to make a deal - her traitorous family's lives in exchange for information - but Zavir doesn't make deals, and he takes no prisoners.

A captive at the mercy of the Warlord of their multi-world kingdom, Nalini has learned to hide under a mask, a lie. As far as her master sees, she’s his obedient little puppet. Then, she meets him. The male who can obliterate the entire Galaxy. Her world ends that day. In the eyes of a young Seer, Kai discovers who he’s meant to be. His future is blood and death; but there’s a female by his side. A female he’d gladly destroy stars for. If his destiny is ruling over ruins with her, so be it. 

When Nara Barns and her tiny crew find themselves with a choice between jail or the sex-slave auction block, it’s an easy choice. Especially when they plan to escape their buyers as soon as possible, anyway. Even better, Nara’s buyer wants her for just six days, long enough to get him through his heat until women from his planet can come to his aid. Six days and then freedom? Sign her up. However, Nara’s completely unprepared for the impact Captain Cathian Vellar has on her body.

Dr. Russell has a bad reputation around our hospital. I try to avoid him and his temper at all costs. It’s just as easy to admire his sexy, grip-it-while-he’s-ravishing-you hair and chiseled jaw from a healthy distance. Unfortunately, my plan crumbles when my trusty ol’ boss decides to swap his white coat for a Hawaiian shirt. His retirement leaves me with two terrible options: Switch specialties and spend months retraining or take an open position as Dr. Russell’s surgical assistant.