He came to conquer. She swore to resist. But in the war of dominance and desire, only one will kneel. Elara I will never bow. Not to the monsters who burned my village. Not to the warlord who ripped me from my home. I am not his to command, to use, to break. No matter how my body betrays me. No matter how his golden eyes watch me like a beast ready to devour. He can drag me to his camp. He can chain me. But he will never own me. Varkash She fights me. Claws at me. Spits in my face. But I see it—the way her breath hitches when I get too close, the shudder she tries to hide when I touch her...

She went looking for forbidden power. Now she’s leaking for the god she accidentally bound to her soul. Lina I’m the Voss heiress, primped and programmed for control. But all of that shattered the second I stepped into The Abyss. The moment I saw him. Varnok. Horned, towering, ancient and dark as sin. I didn’t mean to summon him. I just wanted to feel something real. But he saw me. Claimed me. Marked me with a sigil that burns through my chest and throbs between my legs. I hate how much I ache. How fast I leak. And how badly I want him to keep pushing. Varnok They thought they could ...

She survived shipwreck and pirates, but can she survive the monster who claims her? Selena I wake up drowning, saltwater choking me, my world crashing down in flames and waves. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end—captured by a savage orc pirate, Gothrak, whose tusks promise pain and dark pleasure. Every defiance I throw at him ignites his hunger. I despise him, yet my traitorous body aches for the brutal way he claims me. I must escape, but something deep and twisted inside me doesn’t want to leave him. Gothrak She fights like a beast, curses like a sailor, and fucks like a dream. ...

I am Zuvok the Terror. Feared soldier of the Trident Alliance. And I will not do housework! I relish the fury of combat. I love the adrenaline as I kill my enemies. Blood drips from my hands. Until I go too far. So my commanders send me a foe that I never expected: my bride. A comely, curvy, human woman. A princess. She must be insane. She has to be if she agreed to be my mail-order bride. But I don't want a bride. Zuvok the Terror will not be tamed.

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.

Space ship travel when you've been kidnapped sucks. I don't get a pillow, there's no snacks, and worst of all—the whole ship crashes. Except, it doesn't crash on Earth, or even Mars. Nope, I'm in a whole new galaxy on a foreign planet and some body-builder-looking blue horned aliens with lots of piercings have decided I'm their new play thing. And not in a good way. Until one alien decides he's not going to share, and maybe I have a concussion from the crash, because I'm all about the possessive way he protects me. But there's no way he'll fight his whole clan for me . . . right?

She’s been stolen from her home and forced to wed an arrogant Alien King... Reaching twenty-five without experiencing the Royal Bride Raiders was a miracle. I'd kept my head down and avoided attention, despite my sister and best friend finding themselves selected in seasons past. Until one day my luck ran out… Now, I’ve been taken to a distant planet far from my mother and sister to match with an arrogant Alien King I've never met. I don’t care if I’m breaking interplanetary laws. I won’t be some baby farm for a self-important alien—no matter how handsome he is. But I may not ...

To secure a human-fae truce, I'm one of five women traveling to their magical kingdom, where we'll be courted by fae aristocracy. We have one month to choose a husband from among them. Only Elion, the arrogant, beastly ice lord, is forbidden. His torturous scars make the other women gasp. His icy words rip them to shreds. His touch is colder than frost. He lurks in the shadows, never coming out into the light. One stolen moment with Elion, and I'm intrigued. A kiss, and I'll do anything to call this brutishly handsome lord mine.

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?

When my sister is chosen for the Monster Mate Hunt—an annual event where two women must sacrifice themselves to the orcs for the good of us all—I volunteer in her place. The orcs hunt me as I bolt through the forest. I'm captured by the gruff, growly Commander Jaus, who expects me to cook and clean, plus sleep in his quarters with him at night, despite insisting he doesn't want a mate. Then something changes, and his dark, brooding gaze turns my way . . .