I saw it coming a mile away too. Doesn’t change the fact that here I am, sharing a cage with my fellow human peers—my smelly, crybaby, annoying female peers.You can sit at home and roll your eyes at just how predictable this story has already become or you can hear me out.—Earth destroyed by evil carnivorous(shudder)aliens—check.—Humans then saved by not as frightening but still visually alarming (think cats and a vat of radioactive ooze) do-gooder aliens—check.—Do-gooder aliens loaded up surviving humans to whisk them away to some fanciful far away planet so they can live out the rest of their traumatized lives in somewhat safety and peace. Check.Well…kind of.I made it on the ship. I lived on the ship zipping through space. Then the do-gooder aliens got their asses handed to them by pirate slavers and said pirate slavers snatched us physically inferior humans right out from under the radioactive cats’ noses and tossed us in cages delivered straight to alien slave auctions.Hungry, smelly, thirsty, and sunburned like you would not believe, I was finally bought. (I feel I need to stress the smell…I was peed on. It was not fun.)This is the part in the story that’ll veer right off the predictable train and land me smack dab in the middle of Crazyville.Sexy—in their own alien way—built like a brickshithouse—green viking-wanna-be warriors bought me and handed me over to their chief and presented me as a gift—like a slab of meat. I expected something like this to happen. For that alien to then make me his queen—(whoops, I mean chieftess …Fenru gets all hot and pissy when I screw up the hierarchy) —not quite surprising but I’d take the welcome happenstance, I am, after all, an avid fan of sparkly crowns. What threw me through a loop was when I was then expected to battle a roaring pack of enraged females to prove my worth and keep my man.These babes are not your average catty hair pulling vixens. My cat fighting experience(I had four spoiled rotten sisters) does me no good here in their arena.Oh, no…they have fists—twice the size of my own and have no fear of a measly broken nail. Biceps for days—and they know how to use the power behind them. Oh, and did I mention these green gladiators have a nasty little habit of flying off into a fit of rage and hulking out all over their enemies?And my man…my arrogant, battle-hardened, bossy, manipulative, makes-me-want-to-rip-his-beautiful-balls-right out-from-under-him sexy piece of man meat, thinks I can win. In fact, he expects it. Hah!Who said I even wanted to expend the effort for his sorry ass?They can have him.This story is a standalone romance.***Warning. For readers 18 years and older. Contains explicit sexual situations, dark themes, language, and violence.***

    A librarian with a love for the orderly and ordinary, she prefers a calm, quiet existence. Surprises are life's way of indicating you did not plan well enough. Adventures are for people with more guts than sense. And sex, well, it's okay, but nothing to get too worked up over. Liken is a warrior cop from Shimeria. He is six feet seven inches of walking, talking sex personified. Having been inside Sharon's head he knows her deepest fantasies, and knows that she is the perfect mate for him. But first he has to seduce her...

    One human female... Axel, Steel and Gage. Merciless supersoldiers. Forbidden cybernetic experiments gone awry. They escaped from their Hurlian programmers and now live hidden in a desolate area of space where few enter and none leave. They crave one female to claim, one who will satisfy all their desires. But Cyborgs are illegal, so finding a mate has proven difficult. Until Megan.As a survivor of horrific abuse at the hands of her alien captors, this tiny female from the original planet is both strong and fierce. Her white-hot desire brings all three men to their knees.They want this female. Forever. But will she choose to live on the bleak edge of space, with three exacting, contraband Cyborgs, who have been stripped of human emotions? Or is their time up? Will the original programmers return for their ultimate weapons, destroying their female and all they’ve constructed?Author’s note: Includes an original bonus short story: Melachine & Kroga – Book 1.

    It got worse from there.The good news? All those people who say they’ve seen little green men were probably telling the truth. The bad news? Those little green men are slave traders . . . and I’m one of their new slaves.Determined to not live the rest of my live in slavery, my cellmates and I decided to try and escape. It was going fairly well until the ship crash-landed on an alien planet that was mostly jungle. And the alien slavers aren’t thrilled with us wrecking their ship.They have laser pistols and I have . . . well, I have a strong desire to not go back into a cage. And then, suddenly, I have so much more.He looks like an angel but fights like a demon.Andar. Leader of the sky warriors, protectors of the world I now find myself on.He’s handsome, covered in feathers, and he has wings. A warrior who rules the skies. And he’s set his intense golden eyes on me.But the slavers won’t give up. They’re determined to recapture me and the others. They think they can take me from the winged warrior who has claimed me as his.They’re wrong.

     After a stint in an alien prison, Captain Ari Rose wonders why she even bothered to survive. Stripped of her command and banished to her father's scientific expedition to finish a Ph.D. she doesn't want, Ari never planned to languish quietly behind a desk. She wasn't built for it, either. But when pirates commandeer her father's ship, Ari once again becomes a prisoner. As far as pirate leader Cullin is concerned, Ari's past imprisonment puts her dead center in Cullin's sights. If she hasn't been brainwashed and returned as a spy, then he's convinced she must be part of a traitorous alliance endangering billions of lives. Cullin can't afford the desire she fires within him and he'll stop at nothing, including destroying her, to uncover the truth.

    It is a plus-sized novel--140,000 words long My name is Zoe McKinley. I have a boring life, an awful job, and a boss that throws staplers at my head. What could be worse? How about being abducted by Aliens? Being dragged through a mirror, naked and screaming, onto an extraterrestrial ship was bad. Finding out I had been sold to a huge alien male who looks like the Devil was worse. But learning he wanted to trade me to an intergalactic petting zoo was the worst of all! Now I'm whizzing through the galaxy with a robot butler, a trio of nib-nibs (they're like tiny green monkeys) and one huge, muscular, and very grumpy alien. The clothing they gave me shows all my lady-bits, the food-sim makes banana cream pie that tastes like sauerkraut, and Sarden, my captor, is too hot to stay mad at, even if he is a jerk. In fact, I think I might be falling for him. What's a girl to do? It's all in a day's work when you've been... Abducted. The Alien Mate Index--Learn more From the pen of Evangeline Anderson, the writer who brought you Brides of the Kindred, comes a new race of Alien warriors… twelve races, to be exact. Everyone thinks that life just evolved on Earth — Wrong. Our planet, and twelve others, all capable of supporting Terran life, was seeded by the Ancient Ones. Then Earth was locked away, kept safe in the cocoon of our ozone layer. But now there’s a gaping hole in our security blanket and guess who’s coming to dinner? That’s right—the Alien warriors of the Twelve Peoples - also descended from the Ancient Ones, are looking for mates and Earth girls are their first choice. The Vorn are feared throughout the galaxy. Savage, horned warriors, these males can be surprisingly gentle to the females they choose to bond with.Denarins come in pairs—two muscular males who share a psychic bond... and feel the need to share one woman as well. The Majorans worship their females as goddesses, the very color of their skin changing with their bonded mate’s mood.Braxians are savage with black-on-white eyes that can see every spectrum of light. They will defend their females to the last drop of blood in their huge, blue bodies. And there are more… so many more Alien warriors to pick from.Which type of male would you choose? Too bad you won’t have a choice, because thanks to the Alien Mate Index, an agency that abducts Earth brides for alien males, you could be snatched at any time and turned into a massive warrior’s mate or concubine.So the real question is - who will choose you?

    Sazo's an artificial intelligence. He's saved her from captivity and torture, but he's also put her in the middle of a conflict, leaving Rose with her loyalties divided.Captain Dav Jallan doesn't know why he and his crew have stumbled across an almost legendary Class 5 battleship, but he's not going to complain. The only problem is, all its crew are dead, all except for one strange, new alien being.She calls herself Rose. She seems small and harmless, but less and less about her story is adding up, and Dav has a bad feeling his crew, and maybe even the four planets, are in jeopardy. The Class 5's owners, the Tecran, look set to start a war to get it back and Dav suspects Rose isn't the only alien being who survived what happened on the Class 5. And whatever else is out there is playing its own games.In this race for the truth, he's going to have to go against his leaders and trust the dark horse.Winner of a SFR Galaxy Award 2016 and the Prism Award 2016 for Best Futuristic.

    But meeting the parents of said warlord would make anyone take a step back... Rocked by the events of their chase for the Condor and the subsequent victory, Cora thinks life should be all sunshine and butterflies after it. But she's neglected to consider one thing. While she's captured the heart of her husband Brocke, the Guardian, then the hearts of his parents are a whole different matter... Nadar Brenger and Mara James might just be the scariest in-laws a woman could expect to have. And it's time for her to meet them. With only a few short months spent together, Brocke already knows that Cora is his mate for life. He feels it as surely as he feels the weight of his swords in his hands. Yet introducing her to his parents, one of them being the Chieftain of the Corgan race, well... Even a fierce warlord is allowed a little bit of trepidation, right? When Nadar Brenger meets him with a challenge, Brocke knows that his life is nowhere near changing. His only hope is that it'll continue changing with his mate by his side. Brocke: Meeting the Parents is a short story happening after the events of Brocke: Alien Warlord's Conquest. It is best read after the novel. Expect Corgan brutality, heat and the ever-present touch of fate when reading this juicy short!