Results for "Ella" in First Contact

I signed up for a research mission with five other women. Instead, we crashed on an alien planet with too many dangers to count. Separated from the other women, I’m on my own until a huge alien with color-changing skin and a massive sword gets me out of a bad spot. I don’t understand Savair’s language, but I think he’s under the impression that I’m his. I am NOT his. I’m a 34-year old divorced scientist with no time for such nonsense. But if he can help me find the others in my group then perhaps I can play at being “his” for a while.

Scaron I go out on a hunting expedition and what do I return with? An alien female. I'd toss her out, but…she's absurdly appealing to me. The longer I allow her to live on my ship, the less I want to kill her. With a looming showdown against our enemy to prepare for, the last thing I need is a...

Sibyl I am an environmental researcher, alone and stranded on an alien world after my vessel crashed. I'm running out of food and water until he arrives in the abandoned village I've taken refuge in. I keep hidden, stealing the scraps he leaves behind. By day he is a nightmare of muscle and...

If one male remained alive in the universe, and that male was Lord Ledos, I’d let both of our species die out. He looks like a rock star, swaggers like the galaxy’s greatest gift swings between his leather-clad legs. He’s a force of nature. I’m a wallflower. We couldn’t be more opposite. It would be so much easier to ignore him if my body didn’t light up like a display screen every time he was near. When I’m forced to live on his ship because some marks on his chest mean I’m his mate, I’m furious. I’m not cut out to be anyone’s mate, especially his.

I’m a trained soldier, but I’m not prepared for wilderness survival on an alien planet. When a color-shifting alien male named Zurian finds me, I…well, I shoot at him, but after that, I’m intrigued by the gorgeous male who carries a staff and claims to be searching for his missing brothers. After a bad military operation resulted in a few cyborg parts, I thought I was as hardened as they got. But not when it comes to Zurian…

Humans made a deal with the Stryxian males: Help us defend Earth, and when the war is over, we'll send you women to help rebuild your dying species. Now, the war appears to be over and Trinity Bentzer's number has been called in the lottery. Only, instead of winning a boatload of money, she's getting some badass winged alien she's never met. Trin's not thrilled to be shipped off and matched up, until she meets Raig. Maybe she hit the jackpot, after all.

Mazak is a weary cyborg mercenary about to settle his debt to a deadly trade lord. He is furious when one last job is demanded of him—to deliver a captive human female with an encrypted message inscribed on her arm to a dangerous space station before the message fades from her skin. It should...

Arus Bor'vak understands machines better than people. He likes them better, too, so when human women begin to populate the Stryxian settlements, he finds it best to give them a wide berth. They're beautiful, soft, and utterly incomprehensible, and none captures his attention like Keira Becker...

Xarik Tek-ra is one of few of his kind who do not want to take over the Stryxian empire by force. He is a Vanyi—one of the rare, silver-scaled Stryxians possessing devastating mind powers. When he finds an unconscious human female, Andi, in the middle of nowhere and returns with her to his settlement, his mala is awakened. She may be his true mate, but she is terrified of him. It was other Vanyi who had abducted her, making winning her trust the greatest challenge of his life.

Madrian is one of the twelve ruthless members of the Axis elite. The little Terian female brought to work the lands surrounding his stronghold should be nothing. Invisible. A faceless worker who will never escape imprisonment. But once he sees her, he knows in his dragon heart that she is his...

Lise When I'm assigned to report on the alien bride program, I'm thrilled to get a break from the crowded city. No noisy apartment building. No synthesized food. But Mitra is nothing like I thought it would be. It's beautiful, yes, but it's also a rugged land on the border of enemy territory. It...

What's worse than waking up from a hibernation cell fifty-two years after being abducted? Nothing. No, wait—a wise-cracking alien hunk with a killer smile who doesn't let me out of his sight, that's what. Wulfrex knows every inch of his massive space cruiser and makes it impossible for me to steal it. When I try to "borrow" one of his shuttles to get home to Earth, I find myself outsmarted by him again and accidentally pulled into a mission with far-reaching implications I could never have foreseen.

He's my boss on this ship, but not the boss of me. At least that's what I tell myself every time the gorgeous, icy-eyed—and hearted—Heveian warrior speaks to me. Or rather, growls at me. Despite his clear dislike of me, I have the dirtiest thoughts about the big guy. When he receives an invitation to visit an alien warlord's fancy space lair, he shocks me by asking me to come with him, posing as his mate. How can I refuse?

Who knew her number would be drawn in the first round? Nothing goes right after that - the transport ship is attacked, she is captured by the enemy Morr-ta aliens and thrown in prison. When a gorgeous Stryxian warrior rescues her, she thinks she's won freedom and her fated mate, but he has some big, bad secret, and apparently, it's a deal breaker for him.

I'm on a strange planet surrounded by blue aliens and women who clearly have Stockholm syndrome. I'm not content to pump out alien babies and have dinner cooking for my guy after he returns from a long day of hunting and gathering. Independence is great until my solitary exploration leads me right into the hands of a savage, horned alien who barely speaks but has no intention of letting me go. The worst part? His survival skills are actually kind of turning me on. 

Abducted off the space station where I teach the standard galactic language, I'm imprisoned with two other women in a cold, dirty cell on an alien ship. We're destined for something worse than death until a fierce, blue-haired alien male rescues us. We recover on his ship with his group of Heveian pirates. There, the attraction that formed when he first carried me in his arms grows into a force neither of us can deny. But something else has taken up residence on the ship. Something that will stop at nothing to destroy us all.

The only way I've been surviving through the chronic pain of my mutation is the drug, Kixx. I hate what the addiction has done to me, but what I resent the most is that I've had to barter with a lowlife Rogastix for my supply. One day, he shows off his new property-a human female. He makes me a deal to protect her until he can exchange her for a healthy supply of Kixx of which I'll get a lion's share.

I'm a glass half-full girl, but this last week has really tested my outlook on life. First of all, aliens exist. Yeah, there's a doozy. Second of all, they steal humans from Earth, and they're not nice about it. Like at all. Anger issues abound in other galaxies apparently. My situation worsens when I learn I'm the prize in some really effed-up alien gladiator games. I'm just going to admit it now—my glass is empty, and this doesn't look good for me.

Justine: Alien planet life isn't so bad. I've taken a vow of celibacy so the perfect male specimens walking around with their bulging muscles and other . . . bulges . . . don't do it for me. I'm content to live my life and avoid the one male with the soft voice and all-knowing eyes who has me rethinking that vow. But our peaceful existence is threatened by enemies who want to use my human friends and I as nothing but breeders.

Xavy: Everything about Tabitha tempts me. Her soft curves and her big smile and loud voice full of laughter. But it terrifies me how badly I want to do things to her that are dishonorable to a Drixonian warrior, so I have to reject her. When I find her as a stowaway on my important mission, I have no choice but to return her to camp. That is, until our return trip doesn't go quite as expected. Now I'm the only thing keeping her safe, and it's not so easy to avoid her now. Especially when I find that she likes my rough touch as much as I like giving it to her.