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You know Im going to get away from you eventually. Over my dead body. Yes, she said, blinking at him like he was an idiot. Exactly. Echo knew that being caught by a ruling Berserker would mean becoming his pawn, a play thing to be used for her powers. That wouldnt be her fate. Shed rather run...

They call him the bone king. A massive beast of a male who worships the gods and is all too willing to provide them their sacrifices. Human sacrifices. He and his warriors have come to visit Winterbren, a poor little village on the outskirts of Wrath and my home. I’ve never been more grateful to be a thrall, for my low status will ensure that I remain outside of his notice. But when he requests—nay, requires—a willing female to warm his furs for the duration of his stay, his selection falls to me. All I can do is pray to the gods that I survive the night…

This Xiveri Mates collection features the first three enemies-to-lovers, fated mates alien romances in the series — plus an exclusive, never before released novella. Each novel features a different couple, comes with a guaranteed happily ever after, plenty of steam and includes alien heroes with big…cough…personalities as well as strong women of color.

This is the After the End collection, Volumes 5 through 8. BROOD by Claire Kent For years, I’ve been waiting to turn twenty-one so I can marry, start breeding, and contribute to life in our bunker, but just before my spousal ceremony, the council makes a change. Instead of marrying the boy...

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.

She thinks she can steal from me, the little human. Adorable. I can't decide what will be more fun—the hunt or what I will do to her when I catch her. And I will catch her. There is nowhere she can run. Abel was of perfectly sound body and mind when she looted the Other's corpse. He looked dead. Wait. Did he just smirk up at her? No. Definitely not...

Hiding is the only option against the barbarian horde of Sasor that comes to destroy our village. Hiding...doesn't work. Their leader, a beast of a male capable of shifting into a monster with claws for hands and fangs for teeth, finds me and takes me captive. But he's...not what I expected–and not just because he's a complete scoundrel and a fool. He's made it clear he won't join with me, but blocks any chances I have of finding a mate, keeping me at his side.

Nightmare nuptials in the Pacific Northwest. A December wedding planner on the edge. And a football star making a playful connection in a swoony grumpy-meets-sunshine short story by Elizabeth Stephens. Just as wedding planner Emery Pettis is challenged by the most insufferable couple who ever...

Say “I do” to this collection of short stories and escape to a wonderland of winter weddings. From grand mountain lodges to a snowbound Irish pub, love is in the frosty air. Swoon along as old friends, smitten strangers, and even new enemies get their chance to ring in the holidays with a...

The final, full-length installment in the Xiveri Mates saga awaits, along with the Eshmiri reaver you love to hate and the assassin her soul is bound to. Hes been hunting me for rotations. Now, its time to return the favor. I knows things have gone ecking south when the Sky sends its full army...

Hes got claws, tusks, a tail and is he also breathing fire? Oh my. Crash-landed on an alien planet where everything seems to want to kill me, I've got no choice but to rely on the hunter, Grizz, to help me survive, steer clear of the awful male I crashed with, and find my family missing...

Book 4, Taken to Heimo: He hates me and all humans. But he still calls me his. This full-length space-opera romance features an angry alien and a head-scarf-wearing human heroine who is far too polite to meet anger with anger most of the time. Book 5, Taken to Kor: Roses are red, violets are...

Justice dealer of the seven regions, Lahve is tasked with maintaining order. His focus should be on that, not on a female who is too young for him by several hundred lifetimes. She has been scarred by this world, and Lahve cannot undo her past. She wants to be left alone, but he cannot do that, either because when enemy gangs move to overtake their community, he needs her help to track them into Population and cut them off. She fears recapture. How can he make her understand that he is the most powerful creature in this world and he will slaughter any who venture too close?

What's got four arms, huge spikes shooting out of his spine, and is utterly insane? Oh yeah, that's right. It's the freaking alien gladiator who's fighting in the games—for me—because I'm the prize he's geared to win. How I ended up here is just as much of a mystery as is how I lost my memory. I've got no idea who I am, where I'm from, or why no other species on this diverse and chaotic planet look anything like me. But as the gladiator and I spend more time together, I'm starting to realize… yeah, he might be crazy, but so am I.

I can see his scars, but he thinks all I can see are his scars. I see more. The fighter, the sword, the shield, and I'm convinced that the only monstrous thing about him is the way he watches me like I'm something to be devoured. Surviving the brutality of Population wasn't on Diego's f***ing bucket list. But when a merry band of scavengers peels him off of the side of the road, patches him up, and insists he join their mixed human-Other community, he's got no choice.

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...

I'm trapped on a harsh, snow-covered planet waiting to be hunted, with no way of escape. I know that the alien warrior chief with purple skin and a cutting tail is coming for me, but I've got no intention of letting him take me. I'll fight him with hands and fists, knives and teeth. I'll fight the rising heat between us. I'll fight the ache in my chest where an empty hole beats, serving as a painful reminder that once, before his kind took from me, I had a heart. It’s a heart that the warrior thinks is his. And unfortunately, he's unafraid to fight for what he wants.

I look forward to punishing you, Kiandah. Youre a cruel lord. A hero would have no chance with you, so for you, I will be the villain. After burning her church to the ground and throwing her family into the castle dungeons for their treason, Kiandah did not expect to be spared by Lord Yaron, the...

I'm awoken after a thousand's year sleep to a brutal world ruled by a male who may be the devil himselfEro. Strange that, though so much has changed, language hasn't lost its roots. Because of that, I'm able to interpret his tonguethe only one who can.I plan to use my strengths to free the...

I thought he liked me. He's been my only source of company for the past rotation that I've been held captive. But when he rejects me in front of everyone, I get the shrov out, determined to find humans on another satellite far far away from this mess that is my life. Except I don't exactly...