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Suspected of kidnapping. Broke. Dumped. Katie thought things couldn’t get any worse. Then, she was abducted by aliens. Sure, they were hot warrior aliens, and the space station she was taken to was the coolest place she’d ever seen. Holographic fantasy suites? Over-the-top weddings complete with over-the-top alien wedding planners? Katie knew the tabloids back home would pay a boatload for a scoop like the one she was sitting on. If only she could find a way off the station and tell everyone on Earth.

Ella is one of the few human females who rejected her Drexian warrior match. Sent to live with the other “rejects” in a special part of the high-tech space station, she has no desire to have her life dictated by a bunch of alphas on steroids. And no way would she ever be charmed by an alien playboy. Not only is Dakar a member of Inferno Force, which means he’s bigger, tougher, and more dangerous than other Drexian warriors, he’s also known throughout the galaxy for his ability to sweet-talk almost any female out of her panties.

I thought the cocky Vandar raiders I had to work alongside were my biggest problem. That was before the deranged leader of a ruthless band of mercenaries decided I belonged to him. As a member of the underground Valox resistance, there are few things I fear. The terrifying alien outlaw who’s obsessed with me is one of them. But now my biggest problem isn’t the alien searching for me, it’s the Vandar battle chief assigned to take me to safety.

Snatched by bounty hunters. Captured by aliens. Guarded by a warrior with a dangerous secret. It wasn’t bad enough that scientist Max Dryden was taken as a bounty by an all-female space bounty hunter crew. Nope, that was only the beginning. When the bounty hunters were marooned on a sand planet, she was captured by aliens and taken to their city. Now she’s got a personal bodyguard and captor watching her every move. One problem. He’s not one of the aliens who took her. He’s one of the sand barbarians sent by the bounty hunter women to break her out and bring her back.

Taken to a high-tech space station designed to entice human women, LA socialite Mandy is anything but impressed. She’s not falling for their holographic fantasy suites, their promise of a dream wedding, or their gorgeous, brawny warriors. Especially not the arrogant, hot-shot commander she’s been matched with. He may be used to being obeyed, but no way is she following his orders. She could care less that he's huge and ripped and drop-dead gorgeous.

Cat's journey aboard the luxury space cruiser isn't going well, but things go from bad to worse when she's forced to abandon ship. When her escape pod crashes onto a desert planet, she hopes for a rescue. She doesn't expect it to be in the impressive form of two gold-skinned aliens. Dev and Trek are ready to find mates and join their Dothvek brothers on the bounty hunter ship. They aren't expecting to find a human stranded on the sand dunes. When her pod is lost and the dangers of the desert threaten them all, the twins pledge to keep her safe.

How unlucky do you have to be to get abducted by aliens...twice? Snatched from Earth to be a bride for a bad-ass race of warriors, Bridget has barely gotten used to her new life on the high-tech Drexian space station when she’s abducted again. This time the aliens are vicious, bloodthirsty, and have very different plans for the pretty human. Bridget trusts the Drexians will send a rescue party, but she's never been one to play the damsel in distress. And no way is she sticking around to be a part of some creepy alien experiments.

The only reason sexy shapeshifter Bexli would not be able to shift is unthinkable. No way is she pregnant after one stupid night with him. What Bexli knows about the silver fox alien: He’s moody, he rarely talks, and he seems to think she’s some fragile female who needs protecting. Tommel knows that he has no interest in a mate, he won’t talk about his past, and he can’t stop thinking about the beautiful Lycithian.

Trista expects her alien warrior mate to be big and gorgeous. She doesn't expect him to take her hostage. She's already been abducted from Earth to be a tribute bride for the Drexian warriors, and Trista has finally gotten used to the idea of marrying a brawny alien warrior. Sort of. He has to be better than the awful guys from home she’s been trying so hard to forget.

We’d heard rumors about the Vandar raiders — everyone in the galaxy had. Terrifying and ruthless, they were a scourge on the Zagrath empire and destroyed everything in their path. Few had actually laid eyes on the Vandar or the notorious warlords who led their fleets of warships — and survived to talk about it. So, when the ruthless aliens boarded our ship intent on destroying it and killing the crew, I did the only thing I could do. I gave myself to the dark and menacing warlord.

As if being abducted by space slavers wasn’t bad enough, I’m sold to a species of aliens in need of extras for their immersive entertainment moons, where their privileged citizens can hunt or battle or bed us at their leisure. When I’m separated from my crew and dropped into a lush alien jungle, I have no idea which fantasy moon I’m on—until the first arrow nearly impales me.

Caro thought the Dothveks, who helped them when they crash-landed on the planet, were big and brawny and intimidating. But the barbarian who kidnaps her is even scarier. He’s a disgraced Dothvek who’s been exiled from the clan for murder, and he’s been living by himself in the desert. Apparently, he thinks she’s his to take. Not if she has anything to say about it.

I’ve never forgiven myself for letting that brute drag her off my ship, and I’ve done nothing but search for his horde of warships since he let my ship go free. Everyone knows the Vandar raiders are cruel and merciless, so when my ship is attacked by another of the alien race’s warlords, I expect to be blown out of the sky. Instead, he takes me as his captive. I may be the warlord’s prize, but no way will I submit to his demands. Even if his hard body and fiery eyes ignite a desire in me like nothing have before.

When the Inferno Force battleship I’m working on jumps away to save a colony under attack, I have no choice but to become part of the crew. But the Inferno Force ship is nothing like the high-tech space station I’m used to—and the warrior crew isn’t used to females on board. For a curvy brainiac who’s not used to being noticed, I’m now being noticed—a lot.

Now that everyone on Earth knows about the Drexians - and their need for human mates - women have been falling all over themselves to volunteer. But not me.

I know all about the Xulonian recreation moons, but I’d hoped to end up on the hunting one. As a security officer for the empire, I know how to fight. I am not prepared to wake up practically naked on a strange island.

I volunteered to sneak onto an enemy battleship. Now I’m stranded on a prison moon with a hot Drexian pilot who can’t stand me. I had no choice. It was either volunteer for a rescue mission for the Drexians or go to prison on Earth. I know, I know. The irony isn’t lost on me. But what were the chances I’d end up on a creepy alien prison moon running for my life with a Drexian who seems annoyed that I saved him? Which is a problem since we’re stuck together on a swampy planet that’s too hot to wear much of anything.

Stowing away on the enemy ship to sabotage it may not have been Tori’s best idea, but she meant for it to be a solo mission. She never planned for a huge Dothvek warrior to come along for the less-than-pleasant ride. And why did it have to be Vrax, the arrogant barbarian who gets under her skin so much? When he gets captured and offloaded to an alien slave market, she knows she can’t leave him behind. But can she save him from the notorious slavers and get back to her crew on the sand planet?

I sacrificed myself to save my sister’s ship. Now, the alien warlord owns me. The dark and menacing raiders are known for terrorizing the galaxy, and I'm forced to share a bed with the most ruthless one of them all. But the dominant warlord wants more than my submission--he wants to possess my soul.

Caroline isn't a Scrooge, but the weeks leading to Christmas are not her favorite. The personal shopping department where she works is insanely busy and the clients have crazy requests. Plus, this is her first holiday being single after a bad breakup. When her last appointment of the day is a gorgeous, blue-skinned alien, she isn't too surprised. After all, everyone knows that aliens are real since a species of interstellar warriors revealed themselves and the fact that they'd been defending Earth for decades.