Kaydiann

We were fighting on the wrong side of a war we couldn't win. And that was the good news. The Ruhar hit us on Columbus Day. There we were, innocently drifting along the cosmos on our little blue marble, like the native Americans in 1492. Over the horizon come ships of a technologically advanced, aggressive culture, and BAM! There go the good old days, when humans only got killed by each other. So, Columbus Day. It fits. When the morning sky twinkled again, this time with Kristang starships jumping in to hammer the Ruhar, we thought we were saved.

Set 300 years after the events of Alien: Out of the Shadows and Alien: River of Pain, Alien: Sea of Sorrows deals with the rediscovery of dormant Xenomorphs (Aliens) in the abandoned mines of LV-178, the planetoid from Alien: Out of the Shadows, which has now been terraformed and renamed New Galveston. The Weyland-Yutani Corporation, reformed after the collapse of the United Systems Military, continue their unceasing efforts to weaponise the creatures.

I’m the right-hand man of the mafia king. She’s a girl with a past she’s desperate to hide. But I need something from her. And I know she won’t help me. Not willingly. She’ll need some persuading. Lucky for her, I can do that. Something about this girl makes me curious, though, and it’s more than the scars that line her back.

He would do anything to protect her. For Hunter, guarding celebrities and moguls has always been easy, but watching over Zola could be the one job that ruins him. She's a different type of danger - the sort that could break his heart. Although they grew up together, in their adult years, they lost contact. Now, Zola is an up-and-coming runway model, and has a psychotic stalker who's been ransacking her apartment and sending threatening letters.

Kat Bloom is still clinging to the St. Andrews Cross, recovering from a heavy S&M scene when she is suddenly abducted from the dungeon and taken to a remote location where she finds herself, blindfolded, bound, gagged and caged. Her captor Perry Livingston will make her his slave. This is not the first time the rogue Master has abducted a female sub - although he intends for Kat to be his last conquest.

Stable, safe, predictable—all words that aptly describe Professor Nadia Day’s life. An existence she’s carefully crafted for herself despite her unconventional upbringing and what, to her, is an unseemly past. The last thing she would ever do is rock the boat when it comes to her life and livelihood. When retired football player and single dad, Nathan Moore, walks into her psychology classroom, all fine and dreadlocked, he does more than rock her boat—he rocks her world and causes her to question her buttoned-up existence.

Every item I touch tells me a story, shows me a painful end. But I get results, I solve crimes, and I get even. It's enough for me. Humans don't like my kind - STRANDs, created by humans through scientific experiments - but they'd hate to know how many other creatures came out publicly under our name. So we police our own to keep the boogeymen from getting free. I help keep humans safe, and you better thank me for it.

Hanna is used to getting her way. A bombshell whose modeling career never got off the ground, Hanna decides it’s time to go back to school to find a different path in life. Growing bored with the dry content of classes like Coding 101, she decides to pass the time more creatively by teasing her new professor. When Tony isn’t taken in by her blatant flirtations, Hanna rises to the challenge. She isn’t used to men not becoming slack-jawed putty at her advances, but this older man seems to be invulnerable to her feminine charms.

I’ve grown up my whole life knowing that after a woman turns 21 in my settlement, she must submit to being mated by our alien overlords, the Xalthurians. Running from the mating ceremony means punishment...or worse.

From the moment I saw her through the window of her flower shop, something other than darkness took root inside me. Charlie shone like a beacon in a world that had long since lost any light. But she was never meant for me, a man that killed without remorse and collected bounties drenched in blood. I thought staying away would keep her safe, would shield her from me. I was wrong. Danger followed in my wake like death at a slaughter house. I protected her from the threats that circled like black buzzards, kept her safe with kill after kill.