Results for "Taken" in First Contact

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.

I have a purple stalker. I don’t know what possessed me to hit the Xarc’n warrior with my bat, but now I have a stalker—a big, purple stalker with fangs and horns. And to make things worse, I can’t go back to New Franklin. After my first night out on my own, I wake up all wrapped up and cuddly with a certain possessive hunter. He purrs like a giant cat and vows to protect me. And to top it all off, he has a pet squirrel. A freakin’ pet squirrel! The “Jerk” claims he can’t let go of me, but I don’t buy it. I’m no squirrel, and I don’t intend to be his pet.

Tarex of Axxeon was supposed to find his people a new planet. Instead, he ended up the plaything of an insane master. Since crash landing with his crew and being sold to a master on the ghost planet, Hanasha-Yupa, one thought keeps Tarex fighting: freedom. He’s been forced to do things that...

He's the wealthiest male in the quadrants and I make his horns itch. 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...

They want to make a “triumvirate” with me. I ask what it does. They smirk. One whispers: “It makes babies.” If you’re from Eden and see a man, it doesn’t always taint you right away. As long as your mind doesn’t think dirty thoughts too quickly, and as long as you don’t like what you see too much, you’re probably safe. At least you’d have time to look away.

I would have probably reconsidered leaving Earth had I known I’d get kidnapped by space pirates and sold to a barbarian race on an uncharted desert planet. Probably. But one smoking hot Xeki warrior makes me think otherwise. Ryker’s stare is so intense, it makes me forget I’m millions of miles away from home. Instead, I find myself yearning for him to deliver on the things his smoldering eyes hint he wants to do to every inch of my body. He claims I’m his forever mate. And forever in his arms sounds mighty tempting.