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Meet Torven, the falsely accused Inferno Force warrior who takes his tribute bride hostage to save his skin. Dakar, the galaxy's most notorious playboy who finally meets his match. Vox, the damaged part-cyborg who's been programmed to claim his mate by any means necessary. And don't miss the holiday magic when all six couples come together for a Christmas celebration that's more naughty than nice.

The galaxy's most dangerous warriors are about to meet their match.

Maya planned to come to the sand planet, find her missing friend Cat, and go back to her life as a stew on a star cruiser. But when she arrives, Cat is gone. That wouldn’t be so bad, but then her own chances of leaving the planet are destroyed. Now she’s stuck on the primitive planet, and someone is doing their best to keep her there—and hold her captive.

For Shreya, taking an alien for a mate was never in the cards. As one of the human women who rejected the idea of being a tribute bride to the Drexian warriors, she was just fine without a big, hulking alien. Even if they are gorgeous. But now that she’s been taken captive by one who won’t take no for an answer, it looks like she may not have a choice.

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.

Dangerous horned aliens with mating fever. Abducted women trapped on deadly entertainment moons. It's about to get steamy!

Marooned on a sand planet, injured, and separated from her crew, Captain Danica Miller is not having a good day. When she’s rescued from the desert by a huge, gold-skinned alien, she doesn’t know whether to be relieved or to panic. Not only is he clearly a barbarian — a barely-dressed one at that — he seems to be able to read her thoughts. Even worse? She can sense his. And he seems to think she’s his to claim.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

When I don't marry his nephew, I have no idea I'm still promised to Zoran's clan. Imagine my shock when the dark and imposing alien informs me that he will be taking me as his tribute bride--and taking me back to the Drexian home world with him. The silver fox warrior isn't like the brash young Drexians on the station. He's intense and serious and a bit scary, and I can't imagine being his bride. But it appears I have no choice. I'm bound to him, which means my life will be as the mate of an alien I barely know and can't imagine falling for.

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.

Running away and joining my sister and her Vandar mate seemed like a great idea. Now I’m on a Vandar warbird flying far away from my home planet, but my sister is nowhere in sight. Instead, I’m trapped with the Vandar warlord they call the Deranged Raas. Raas Vassim does not tolerate stowaways or challenge. But I didn’t run away from one controlling life to end up in another. No way will I submit to his commands - even if his touch provokes feelings I’ve never experienced before. Although I fear his darkness, it also stokes a fire deep within me.

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.

I almost escaped from the alien’s twisted hunting moon. Until the Taori warrior snatched me away, convinced that he was saving me from a menacing swarm that only appears in his dark and tortured memories. Now I’m stuck with him on the deadly moon that’s crawling with mercenaries who have one goal—to kill us.

Brok has vowed to track down the pretty human who was snatched by space pirates, and return her to be matched with a Drexian warrior. One who isn’t battle-scarred and damaged, like him. The snag: He’s thought about nothing but the dark-haired beauty for weeks. Now he's stuck on a hedonistic, alien planet with her where the clothing is scant and the inhibitions are low. If he gets her out, can he really let her go?

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.