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Burned by an ex, the last thing Evie wants is a husband, especially a seven-foot-tall, green-skinned alien. But when she applies to the Extraterrestrial Matchmaking Service on a dare, she's paired with Vork and sent to Crakair as a mail-order bride. Vork is big and dangerous, and he hits all her buttons. Passion sparks between them, but does she dare trust this sexy alien with her heart?

An alien warrior has made me an offer I can’t refuse. In exchange, he can do what he wants with me for one week. I want a child, but that’s impossible now that Earth men are sterile. Then, a ping from a distant planet reaches us. Aliens are real, and they’re interested in getting to know Earth women better.

After my ex announces his wedding to someone other than me, I'm eager to leave town. A new life and a new job are just what I need to restore my mojo. On the way to my destination, I overnight at a hotel where edible unmentionables and a tattooed orc construction worker rock my world. I sneak out the next morning, figuring I'll never see him again. Until I walk into my new job. That hot orc construction worker? He's my boss.

When I came to the subterranean kingdom of Driegon as a mail-order bride, I didn’t expect the dragon king to sweep me off my feet, take flight, and claim me as his mate. He says a mythical mating ritual called the Torrent proves we’re fated. Yeah, sure. Then I find out he’s almost engaged. He insists he’ll find a way for us to be together, but I’ve fallen for pretty lies before, and I won’t give my heart again easily.

As a child, I was stolen by the lord of my planet’s invaders. He brought me to the chamber, where he held others he’d also taken. Through the years, me and my new brothers were twisted into beasts, each with a unique ability that shouldn’t exist outside of myth. We’re monsters. Any female who gazes upon us will run. Now, we’ve been entered into the Galaxy Games. It’s my chance to break free. But I’m paired with an Earth female who makes me see color for the first time, proving she’s my fated mate. I’ll finish this Game. I’ll free my brothers. And I’ll claim her.

Desperate to escape the clutches of the alien lizard mafia, I accept a spur-of-the-moment job offer on a distant planet. A monstrous, grumpy alien is building a new home in a distant colony, and he’s looking for an assistant. He needs me to hold his hammer. I get it. It’s a big hammer. He's a lonely barbarian brute with a gruff exterior, but I soon learn that inside, he's hiding a squishy center. When he unexpectedly enters his mating frenzy, there’s no one around to handle the job—except me. He gives me two options: return home or stay and help him with a whole different kind of nailing.

To raise credits for the local creature shelter, I enter Interstellar Chef. If I win? I'm awarded the catering job of a lifetime and prize money I can donate to the shelter. It won’t be easy—contestants must prepare exquisite meals in dangerous alien locations, and fellow chefs have been known to attack the others. Some competitors don’t make it home alive. All I have to do is avoid my stiffest competition, Thrombuka Nargoth, the brutishly handsome, golden-skinned alien who once left me stranded without my undies in a secluded hallway of a dive bar on Quazar 3.

I was hired to tame alien pets, but my beastly alien boss is determined to tame me. As a pet whisperer, I’ve yet to meet a snarling beast I can’t turn into a purring pussycat. When a billionaire alien living in a castle on an isolated planet posts a job looking for someone to housebreak his pets, I'm confident I can train them to eat out of his hand instead of trying to bite his head off.

Savvy: A deadly vine is unleashed on our world, scorching everything in its path. The only solution is to pair up with Skydar—a warrior bad boy in major need of a kick in the you know what. He thinks he can settle our rivalry by staking his claim on me...as his fated mate. Skydar: Life would be complete if only Savvy didn’t irk me. But the more we’re together on a dangerous mission, the more I realize my second heart beats only for her. So all I have to do is save the planet...and convince Savvy she’s my fated mate.

Josie: I moved to Ferlaern to find a new life with my daughter. While the other women get all hot and bothered by the alien brutes we move in with, true love is not for me. But Zetar sure makes my face—and other parts of me—zing. And despite the fact that he irks the H-E-double-hockey-sticks out of me, he also makes me dream of what might be hanging out beneath his leather clothing. When I’m kidnapped by the duskhorde, Zetar comes charging to my rescue. He claims I'm his fated mate and that he's here to save me.

Bruge: I’m a serious warlord, not a youngling warrior in need of a mate. Ensuring the duskhorde don’t kill us, and that the clan gathering runs smoothly, is enough to keep me busy. Court an Earthling female? Perhaps later. But when I meet Alexa, my second heart starts beating, proving she’s my maelstrom mate. Now I want her, and the best way to claim her is with an ancient Ferlaern tradition: abduction and seduction. If only my entire village would stop trying to help make it happen.

Durran: The Earthling females are settling into our clan, finding new homes high in the forest's canopy. Matches are being made, but not for me. Scarred as I am, none will ever glance my way. But one Earthling... Rayne's sweet and funny, and I want to scoop her up in my arms and kiss her until she moans my name. To protect my heart, I'll keep busy with my investigation into a new threat to our clan. Someone's harming our trees, and I need to stop them before our way of life is destroyed.

I was stolen by invaders when I was three seasons old and taken to Lord Vunne’s chamber. There, he tried to mold me into a monster. I became fast friends with other youngling males who I soon called my brothers. We protected each other, until Vunne sold us to the Galaxy Games, a series of traps and pitfalls with an elusive final destination. If I complete my desert course, I’ll be free, but if I fail even one task, I will face extermination. I don’t care about what happens to me. My life was lost to me when I was three.

After my mother gave me to the Shiedar invaders as a child, they took me to a place where screams of pain echoed around me. The leader tortured me and other young males I soon called my brothers. In his determination to twist me into a feral warrior, the leader turned me into a beast. To protect myself, I built a barrier around my heart; a simple task since my people only experience muted emotions. Only when we meet our fated mates do our feelings come alive. Then I was sold to the Galaxy Games, where I’ll now complete a series of nearly impossible tasks. If I win, I’m free.

With my clan threatened, I don’t have time for romance with a pesky Earth female. Until I meet Piper. She and her youngling son are part of our planet’s new settlement. Soon, I find myself helping her plan her home and talking about odd Earthling activities. What is a square dance, and must I do it? She’s soft and lush in all the right places, and I could pick her up and carry her around with one arm. And her son…I ache to show him how to tame a mighty winged trundier. Piper may say she doesn’t need love, but I'll do whatever it takes to win her heart.

When I was twelve, I was forced to watch as an invader killed everyone I loved. He captured me and took me to the chamber, where he tortured me and the other males, desperate to twist us into a beastly army. He may have turned me into a monster, but I refused to give into his demands. Now I’ve been sold to the Galaxy Games, where I must complete a series of dangerous tasks with an Earthling female by my side.

Aliens are real and they’re eager to Slake. What’s Slaking, you ask? It seems Xilan males go into a voracious heat period every three years, and there aren’t enough females to fulfill the needs of these beastly aliens. Enter me, and some other Earth females who are eager to have children. We travel to a space station, where we’re introduced to brawny alien males in dire need of Slaking. All systems are go until giant spider aliens overrun the station, determined to plant egg sacks within our bodies. No thanks. Me and a cocky alien space pirate, Brune, escape.

KRUZE: A hot alien dragonish dude seems to think I’m his mate. No way! Sure, I came to the Driegon Kingdom with the matched brides, but I was hired to take pictures. ALLOR: When an alien duke touches my hand, flames erupt up my arm. Allor says this means I’m his fated mate, but I’m here in the Driegon kingdom to work as a hair stylist. SKOAR: When I’m enlisted to play tour guide to a visiting alien dignitary of the Driegon race, the last thing I expect when we touch is for flames to shoot up my arms.

This deal was supposed to be simple: take a shuttle to the space station; connect with an alien in need of Slaking—their term, not mine. One week between the furs with no hearts involved, something I’m determined to avoid after being burned. I’ll return to Earth, and nine months from now? I’ll deliver a scaly bundle of joy.

I’m pretty sure Teran hates me. Why else would this scarred dragon warrior avoid touching me, talking to me, or being around me? Yet when we’re sent on a quest to find a long-lost cache of precious stones that could save the kingdom, I’ll be flying for weeks in his arms. I have to guard my heart. Otherwise, he’ll break it.