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After a teeny incident with red paint, my hometown votes that it’s done with my activist ways. Now I’m on an entirely different planet, holding a single suitcase, standing on a platform, waiting for my new alien husband to arrive in his vehicle. I bite my lip as I wait because there’s one serious problem with this whole situation. After a best forgotten, one-night stand gone wrong, I’m three months pregnant and obviously this baby won’t be his.

Three things I know about the planet Timbur: 1. It’s home to the most famous miners in the four sectors. 2. My best friend is married to one of them. 3. If you take off your gloves and touch an unmated male, you could trigger a mating bond. So when I attend the Dark Moon Costume Ball, I keep those gloves ON. I also keep my distance from the brooding male in black who’s been staring at me all night like I’m his next meal. Sure, he’s devastatingly handsome and my body lights up like a supernova every time he’s near. But I’ve watched him make females cry with his harsh words, and ...

Leah’s first day at her new job? Total disaster. Coffee-stained uniform. Broken elevator. And now she’s trapped in a mining cage with a silent, massive alien miner who keeps pulling her into his arms and breathing her in. Then the cage plummets—and her bare hand grabs his claw. One touch. That’s all it takes for this possessive warrior to decide she’s his. Turns out they’re “mating compatible” and this gruff miner of few words has no intention of ever letting her go. But Leah just wanted a job, not an alien husband. Is she really ready for this kind of commitment, or is she ...

Three things happen at once: Garlen Irontree and I meet in person for the first time. Which, at first, is lovely. Then he stands much too close, inhales my scent, and morphs into a snarling, raging, green-muscled beast who repeatedly thunders "my bride." Uh oh.

I'm in a predicament of historic proportions. I've learned I can't inherit my grandfather's highly profitable business unless I'm married? Yes, an entirely ridiculous rule. I live with a herd of rescue cats and nary a boyfriend in sight. I'm also considered plain, sharp-tongued and overweight. And I've never, once been interested in marriage. Hence my reason for applying for a mail-order husband. The next morning I scream with fright when I find a huge, satanic-looking alien lurking on my doorstep.

That rich, scary devil outbid everyone at the virtual auction and got himself to the top of the list (pissing off a lot of other Hyrrokin) and, gulp, I’m his surrogate. And...now I’m carrying Bergelmir’s baby. But I have my head on straight about this. I’m doing this so my friend can be a father. Because that’s all we are - friends.

Hannah’s having a bad day. Her friends have ditched her, and she’s stuck going on a tour of Hearst Castle. And she ends up seated next to a muscle-bound, dangerous-looking man dressed all in black, with pearly-white skin and silver eyes. Heriot is an assassin known for his one hundred percent kill rate…and his grim disposition. He’s all work and no fun, according to his brother and partner, Jadzion. And he’s all business as he tracks down his latest target on some filthy backwater planet called Earth. He’s got two diurnal cycles to take out his target, so there’s not a lot of ...

I'm broke and need a job fast. The best tattoo artist in the Pacific Northwest is hiring a manager for his tattoo shop. So I don't have any experience... A few lies on my resume can fix that. Anyway, how hard can it be? I get the job and quickly find out that running a tattoo shop is very hard. Especially dealing with my new wild, brooding boss. He's an orc. An orc with a fiery temper. He's not all bad, though, with a deep love for his three black cats. But for me? Not so much.

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I married a dead war hero. His name was Fire Lieutenant Byric Sandstone—an extremely wealthy Hyrrokin landowner, with a complicated estate. Obviously, I’m not really his widow. It’s a technicality, on paper so I could bypass immigration and perform my duties. Everyone but the lawyer who forged the signature thinks I’m really Byric’s chosen bound, but my real job is to care for his elderly grandmother and his three-headed wulver. I love my cushy life on Tarvos.

He sat behind me in Intergalactic High School, pulling on my braids with silver-tipped claws. Knocking my books to the ground and smoke-laughing at my dismay. He was always there, lurking around, scaring away all my possible dates.

I’m a corporate whistleblower running for my life, so I take the first job I can find off planet. Now, I’m a lowly assistant for some rich devil named Hannibal Hellstone. And when I say “devil", I mean devil. As in this guy’s skin is dark red, he has shiny black horns, sharp fangs, silver-tipped claws, and a barbed tail. This Hyrrokin is scary AF, and his eight-year-old son looks just like him.

The series where the Highest Bidder always wins. Welcome to a one-of-a-kind Auction House where humans, shifters, and aliens bid on love. Are you ready to join in and wish you were the one on the auction block? Auctioned to the Alien Beast I’m half-naked under bright lights at the Auction House because I need money to save my mother’s life. There’s no other way. Tonight, my virginity is for sale. Mysterious, wealthy men sit in the darkened audience. A deep, raspy voice continues to up the bidding for me, and I find myself secretly hoping he’s the one. The lights go up. I turn, ...

The first three books in the best-selling Monsters Love Curvy Girls series! Ferocious flame-throwing, satanic-looking males with tender-hearted marshmallow interiors who passionately love their human females exactly as they are. This box set includes the following books: Book One: His Human Nanny, narrated by Patrick Zeller and Lexi Maynard; Book Two: His Human Surrogate, narrated by Patrick Zeller and Victoria Mei; and Book Three: His Human Assistant, narrated by Patrick Zeller and Neva Navarre.

I'm lost in the middle of nowhere on a freaking alien planet. Running away from the Hyrrokin mafia. It's as terrible as you can imagine. I haven't eaten in two days and it's raining in the wildlands. Lightning strikes overhead and thunder rumbles in the distance. I slip and fall in the mud. And then I sit at the bottom of a ravine, crying. There's a blur in the distance. Is that a mirage? No, its a deadly, satanic-looking male with a bare chest, huge black horns and a barbed tail racing right for me. I scream as this monster looms overhead.

My indentured servitude is almost over and freedom is a heartbeat away! Until some alien guy buys me because he needs a nanny, quick. What? 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.

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How can a human who is set to gain a significant inheritance have anything in common with a foul-mouthed, satanic-looking security specialist? Smoke regularly wafts out of this guy’s nostrils and his shiny barbed tail juts out in the air behind him as he prowls across the military hanger. But…I’m enchanted with Idun’s deep voice, his massive bare chest, and those epic thighs. This Hyrrokin is a handsome red devil and oh so touchable. And I want my tongue in his mouth, immediately. Unfortunately, Idun thinks I’m a spoiled party girl and wants nothing to do with me.

My neighbor is a huge, undeniably powerful Minotaur. You heard me right—a Minotaur. With curved horns on either side of his head and a heavy gold ring that pierces both nostrils. He’s often shirtless while he tinkers with his motorcycle, which exposes a sweaty six pack of abs and the intricate tats that sleeve both of his muscular arms. Tonight, on Halloween, my insufferable neighbor is throwing yet another raging party with lots of rowdy guests, and it’s continuing way past curfew and late into the night. I’m so very tired of this behavior. That’s it—I’m marching over there! ...

One touch is all it takes… Warning: Each story in this sci fi romance series contains a never-before-touched, seven-foot-tall alpha alien Bounty Hunter who remains unmated until the moment his bare claw accidentally clasps the palm of the human who is about to become his Bride. Each warrior is shocked to discover a female from this rare species is his fated mate. Get the complete Alien Bounty Hunter series in one location! The prequel, three novellas, five full-length novels, an extended epilogue and a series Glossary: Kroga’s Bride Rayzor’s One Joyzal’s Prize Kayzon’s Wish ...