Scream. Go yell at the alien for wrecking your garden. Lucy storms out of her house to confront the inept pilot and the last option turns out to be both the right and wrong choice when she finds the gorgeous hunk’s name is Three. She’s torn between fury that he’s crushed her roses and decapitated her statue of Eros, and a longing that he enliven her boring life and whisk her to the stars. Three doesn’t give her a choice when he throws her over his broad shoulders and takes her into space. Lucy soon finds herself exploring alien territory in ways she never imagined. Three’s efforts to hide and protect her on the mother ship are stymied by his inability to keep his hands—and other body parts—off the luscious Lucy, and it looks as if her immediate fate might be a solo trip into space without a spacesuit.

    General Alrik Torfa needs a mate and his seers promise mates for many of his people on the distant planet Earth. He doesn't expect her to come easily, but is more than a little surprised to find her leading an enemy army. Outmanned and outgunned, there is no way the Earth forces can win.Sergeant Major Laney Bradford has always played her part and served her people well, but the demands of the Delroi's surrender are a bit extreme. Marriage? To one of them? Not likely. But she's fought for peace her entire life and when surrender talks are threatened by a conspiracy led by her people, Laney must choose. Will she submit to the alien invader or lead the fight against him?Note: Expanded re-releaseThis was previously published as a 10k word short story, now expanded into a 43k word novella for this release.

    What the actual f@ck? I’m not even good with kids. I’ve never changed a diaper in my life. But the beings at the employment agency won’t listen. “Hew-mans are hot right now. Everyone wants a hew-man nanny.” Great. And since there isn’t another human available… I’m hired on the spot.Yay, me.And on day one of my new job I’m having a panic attack because I finally meet my new boss and he looks like Satan himself. No lie. Black horns, red eyes and glinting silver-tipped claws. He even has a barbed tail, a forked tongue, and he breathes fire. This guy is terrifying, and his children look exactly like him.*heart palpitations* *hyperventilating*And yet, as I’m caring for these strangely adorable infants and gazing longingly at my crazy-rich boss as he cradles his twin babies in his huge, muscular arms… my traitorous heart goes pitter-patter and my body heats up like lava.Oh no. And I begin to wonder — have I sold my soul to the devil?

    Sacrificed to a beast.A rift in the fabric of space and time left me stranded on a desolate alien world.But the beast that is coming to claim my body is the stuff of ancient legends and nightmares.Leathery wings. Curving talons. Fiery breath.Lucky for me, this dragon doesn’t want to eat me alive. He’s got something else in mind. Something unspeakable.Back at his cave, he reveals his other form: seven feet of ripped muscle and dominance, and that’s not including his horns.He says I am his now. His atma. His fated mate.He says he’s going to lock me away in his mountain fortress for eternity, a human toy to use for his pleasure. To punish as he sees fit. To carry his dragon spawn.Remember when I said lucky for me?I'm thinking I spoke too soon.Alien Dragon's Spawn is a maximum heat sci-fi romance. While the books in this series form a connected story arc, each novel is a self-contained romance focusing on a different couple. There is no cheating and a much-deserved HEA at the end!

    When his icy gaze lands on me it freezes me temporarily, but the first time he touches me...Sparks fly.Not the romantic kind. The tattoos on his pale skin illuminate and they are brighter than the Northern Lights. And then something in his eyes changes, making him less callous, less cold.And making me hot.He says he needs me for something important, something monumental, but I'm not easily swayed. Even if he's gorgeous and I do need his help.I guess we'll see if I can melt his heart before he chills me to the point of no return.