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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 female distracting me, but I cannot stay away and I would kill to protect her.

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 steel. By night, he sets fire to my dreams. What will he do to me, when he finds me?

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…

My research ship crashed, stranding me on an alien planet with no hope of rescue. When I’m captured by frightening, green aliens and given to Grael, a brooding, scythe-wielding Destran male with chameleon-like skin and the darkest eyes I’ve ever seen, I don’t know whether to cower before him or kiss him. I’ve spent my life puzzling out the human psyche, but can I get through Grael’s formidable walls?

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.

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 be straightforward, but Mazak’s outdated cyborg systems are malfunctioning, making him vulnerable. To make matters worse, the female lights a fire in both of Mazak’s synthetic hearts—something he did not think possible since becoming part machine.

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, the strong ex-lieutenant who makes him lose his tongue in her presence.

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.

When Axika Naxek is tasked with upgrading a newly acquired human space station, he comes straight up against Gwen, a brilliant human female whose strategic mind is integral to operations. He thinks little of the weak humans he is in charge of, but to his astonishment, she ignites his mala and his interest. He can resist the sparks between them for a while, but the day will come for him to claim her as his.

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.

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.

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 all changes when the warlord rescues me from being trampled by a ugris. Adrik is big and gruff and everything I never wanted in a man, but he's all I can think about.

My mountain domain operates as smoothly as the sleek machines that mine for ore in the caves, but when a human female is found in the snow, every alarm bell rings—literally. It's Jane, a volunteer of the human-Mitran breeding program, who had disappeared six months earlier, but not willingly.

As the top medical expert on human-Mitran offspring, I'm excited to be sent to the alien planet to help deliver babies, but my shuttle goes down on Mitra and leaves me stranded. When a gorgeous warlord finds me, I think I'm rescued, but my hopes are dashed. We're both trapped inside a mysterious forcefield with dangerous creatures and poisonous flora. Worse, Warlord Dakkan can't stand me, and I must put my life in his hands to survive.

When there's no safe place to hide you on Earth, witness protection sends you to another planet. That's how divorcing a crime boss landed me across the galaxy. Unlike the other women here, I don't want to marry one of the . . . okay, fine—gorgeous—Mitran males. After I'm called to testify at my ex's trial, I'm getting back my life on Earth. But Ruzak, the aloof warlord who holds himself apart from the throng of males hoping for a bride, needs my help identifying a spy who may not be as human as she appears. One wrinkle: Ruzak is much more interesting than he appears.

My people are fighting for their lives against a power determined to rip our planet apart for a valuable energy source. I am on the front lines, leading our forces. I knew this would be my fate if we went to war, and I don't expect to survive. My only regret? Not telling Arria, the shy little human we rescued, that I loved her. Now it's too late. I've taken my last steps on my home planet of Heveia. I'll fight to the end alongside my warriors to ensure that my people survive. That she survives.

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?

He is my patient, my subject. The gorgeous cyborg who has fought so hard to regain the memories taken from him recalls most of his life, except his childhood. We journey to the village of his youth to be reunited with his family. The journey brings us closer, blurring lines I swore I would never cross. But Craal's resurfaced memories don't match what we find at his village, and I can't escape a sick feeling that we were not supposed to come here.