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There are a million ways to end up in the Alien Bride Lottery, but it takes only one. Every unmarried female human over the age of 21 gets entered once a year. You can also accept extra entries for legal infractions—instead of paying a parking fine, for example, you can request an extra entry. Lots of women do that. I mean, why not? The chances are astronomical that your name will get chosen to be one of the hundred or so women who get shipped off to space every year.

Somehow, I knew my name was going to be drawn in the Bride Lottery—the hellish agreement that Earth's leaders had made to sell us to the aliens who protected our planet. I'd grown up with the propaganda. It was our civic duty. Men registered for the draft; women registered for the Bride Lottery. No way in hell was I going to be handed over to some giant man to be brutalized into bearing his children. Instead, I cut out my bio-tracker and walked away from everything. I should have realized they'd send one of those hulking, brightly colored aliens to track me down and bring me back.

A stoic Vikir warrior meets his match in a spunky Earth woman determined to show him what he's been missing.

One minute, I'm working as a cook, the next, I've been abducted by robocops and sent to a distant planet where I'm attacked by a ferocious beast. Then a seven-foot-tall, blue-skinned alien rescues me with crystal spears slashing. He cuddles me in his arms, and I feel safe for the first time since fleeing my stalker ex. Until he tosses me over his shoulder and takes me back to his clan where he announces I'm his new bride. I'm determined to return home, but there's something about Aizor I can't resist. Am I falling for this musclebound alien with a killer smile?

The Drexian warriors are big, and gorgeous, and tasked with keeping Earth safe from violent invaders. In exchange, Earth has agreed to send a select number of women to their holographic space station, to be the warriors’ mates. Too bad, the women don’t know anything about it. Not until they’ve been abducted, at least. As hot as the Drexian warriors are, not all the abducted women want to take an alien mate. But these warriors aren’t used to being disobeyed. And they aren’t used to feisty human women. Sparks will fly.

Kidnapped from Earth with my beloved twin sister, Maggie, I'm thrust into the heart of a ruthless alien mining operation. I figure it's over. I'll die soon, and I'll never see my sister again. I'm tossed into a cell with a blue-skinned warrior named Firion. He shows me a symbol on his hand and tells me this means I'm his fated mate. I'm not sure about that, but he's kind and protective, and he tells me we're going to escape. As we work side by side in the mine, our bond deepens, igniting a spark of hope in my heart.

I thought the only good alien was a dead one. Those Pig Faces and Tooth Fairies razed human civilization and forced us underground a couple hundred years ago. I'd still be there, except my mother told us we had to flee the compound for our very lives. My brothers and I figure we'll hide out or maybe find other survivors band together to kick some alien butt. Until the first thing we see are a squad of pink, fanged Tooth Fairies waiting for us with ray guns at the ready.

Love? That’s not in my script. At least, that’s what I thought before Rah. Rah and his seven feet of broad-shouldered, unreadable, way-too-noble-for-his-own-good self. If someone had told me I’d be stuck on a green desert planet, tangled up in some slow-burn, unresolved-tension situation with him, I would’ve laughed and said that sounds like a bad sci-fi romance.

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Down on her luck and her dad's hospital bills mounting, Megan needs money fast and with jobs hard to find, she joins a surrogate program. What’s the worst that could happen? Levx never wanted to come to earth during the evacuation of his planet. But their species are headed for extinction if they don’t find mates among the humans. Three of his brothers have found females including producing offspring. Now, their father has issued a command that all princes not bound must find a lover and reproduce.

Earth is no longer able to support human life, and trying to scratch out a meager existence is nearly impossible. Hope is reluctantly forced to sign up for the intergalactic brides program. Just as she’s getting desperate, she finds a tolerable species willing to purchase her contract. Because nothing is ever that easy, her ship get hit by raiders, and Hope can’t manage keep her big mouth shut when their alien captors begin tormenting one of the younger women.

I thought I'd escaped being given to an alien warrior. I was wrong. I was one hour away from washing out of the Alien Bride Games. None of the Khanavai warriors had chosen me, and I was scheduled on the next shuttle off the filming station. Then, a bright red alien passed me in a hallway—and the next thing I knew, we were all over each other. Bad enough that my name had been drawn in the Bride Lottery. Now, even though they're supposedly over, I'm back in the Games. And not the usual ones, either—a whole new set of challenges, just for me. Guess it'll make for good television back home.

Work sucks. That’s just a fact. And to make it worse, my boss it a total a-hole. But it turns out he’s not just your everyday run-of-the-mill jerk. Nope, he’s also a killer - and not at all human. Now, my late-night overtime assignment has left me caught in the middle of some galactic war. My only escape is a bigger, badder alien, who they call "The Beast".

The life of a warrior is all Callum has ever known, but after a long, meaningless war he is tired of fighting. Instead, he chooses to accompany his brothers in arms to a new life on a backwater planet and finds an unexpected peace in the hard work of restoring their isolated ranch. When his former commander finds a bride amongst the human settlers nearby, he has no intention of following in his footsteps. He learned long ago that females could not be trusted—not even the deliciously curvy female with the sad eyes who haunts his dreams.

Caldar is used to being distrusted, but when it comes from the female he intends to claim as his own, it hurts. He’ll win her heart yet, but first he has to make sure they survive long enough to enjoy their Happily Ever After. He’s just a romantic at the center of his duplicitous heart.

Emry thought she was done with alien Romeos who made promises and then ditched you, but their paths continued to cross. What’s a girl to do when the same guy keeps turning up like a bad penny? Steal his ship. Four years ago, Ren made the mistake of choosing duty above his mate, a fragile human female unsuited for his toxic planet. He sent her away and has searched for her ever since. Now fate has brought them back together. She might have stolen his ship and abandoned him, but he won’t let her get away a second time.

Lorran has wanted nothing more than to find his mate for years. Now fate unexpectedly delivers a luscious human female in the midst of a dangerous mission. His warlord says he lacks focus and discipline. He’s never been more focused in his life, but it's hard to stay on task answering a distress call when ships keep exploding. Even more troubling, his mate refuses to believe that he wants everything with her. He’ll win the female’s heart, save the day and the whole damn galaxy.

The Zandians have taken back their planet. Now they need brides. All human females have been assigned to mates. Yes, mates, multiple. I've been given to three handsome males - cousins. Huge, purple and horned, they act like they want to eat me for breakfast. After what I've been through with previous slave masters, I don't know how I'll survive this. But I have to. It's adapt or be sent off-planet, which would mean my death, considering I'm wanted for murder. My mates cannot find out I'm not able to reproduce.

Kaelin knows an alien when she sees one. The trick, given her eyesight, is actually getting close enough to see them. She might as well wish upon a falling star! Against all odds, one just walked right up to her and introduced himself as Roger. He's on a mission from Molly, the friend she's traveled halfway across the country to see, with news of her alien ever after and a shopping list. When their hands touch, everything changes. Kaelin has a chance to become everything she ever wished she could be...but it will cost her everything she currently is.

Two Zandian Warriors. Their Feisty Human Captive. I can fly a fighter jet in my sleep and kill with the fingers of one hand. I work alone. No being in the galaxy can challenge me - until I tangle with two Zandian warriors. They say I stole their cargo, and they plan to take me to their planet. Make me theirs. Nobody owns me. I’m not going to let these Zandians master me, no matter how sexy and appealing they are. Because I have a secret mission. And if they find it out, my entire life could be over. My name is Mirelle, and this is my story.