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This story is about Daxis discovering he's mated to a human female. And he is not happy about it. Actually, that's an understatement.

He's a thief. And what did he steal? Yours truly. I get it that women are a hot commodity on this planet, but why me? It's not like there weren't others to choose from. Besides, I've just found my sister and I have no desire to be away from her. But this alien doesn't take no for an answer - in English or in his language. So now I'm stuck in a new village with a bunch of Boraq who would rather see me dead than mated to their Masse. However, the more time I spend with the infuriating male, the harder it is to plan my escape. If only I could find a way to stay alive and be his.

Who will Maxim's mate be? The final book in the series, leading up to the final showdown, and introduces another couple for listeners to fall in love with.

The violet-eyed male catches my attention. Not with words, but with his energy. His gaze follows my every move. And not because I'm a dancer. When the mysterious stranger realizes I've stolen from him, I'm in trouble.

I'm in an alien zoo. The only problem is I'm the one in the exhibit. If I thought being abducted was scary, it's nothing compared to being gawked at by aliens everyday. Some of them look like they want to eat me while others look like they want to play with me. However, there's one male who stares at me with a blazing hunger that’s as bright as his red hair. It makes me think he wants to eat me and play with me in the most sinful ways. I don't have time for that, but it doesn't stop me from asking for his help. He agrees only if I promise to be his mate.

He wants me. And this male is used to getting whatever he demands. The only problem is I don't want to be bothered. Especially not hot and bothered. But he's not getting the hint. He thinks I'm his and that he needs to claim me. If I allow myself to ask what that means it'll probably add a couple of letters to my OCD. My disorder should deter him, like it has most people. I just won't stick around long enough to find out. I've been given my freedom and I have no intention of giving it away to this alien. No matter how handsome, strong, and kind he is.

My marriage is in trouble. Jaxar and I didn't exactly have a regular romance since he abducted me and then sent me on a journey that could've resulted in my death. But that's neither here nor there. And what doesn't kill you, makes you bitter. I mean, stronger.

I’ve been abducted. Twice. My situation with this new group of aliens has gone from bad to worse. I was with a bunch of elf-like aliens who had unparalleled technology, but now I’m in the midst of a group of primitive gargoyle aliens running around in loincloths. Which doesn’t hide much, let me tell you. There’s one gargoyle in particular who watches my every move, but what’s under his loincloth scares me more than his beastly appearance. To be sure we’re worthy to breed with, the savages have us each perform a rite of passage. And by that I mean a test of survival.

I hate this place. Not that my life on Najarie was great, but at least I didn’t have a beastly alien trying to sex me up all the time. And when I say all the time, I mean all the freaking time. I haven’t forgotten Earth or the loved ones I’ve left behind. In fact, I’m willing to use any means necessary to get back to them. However, when the alien that claimed me offers to help in exchange for my body I find myself torn. Either I’m nothing more than a breeder to him or he’s trying to find a way to persuade me to stay. If that’s the case, his method is working.

I'm a prisoner of the Atori. And her. There's a pull toward this woman. It's powerful. Formidable. Unbreakable. This tiny human has shackled me. Taken me captive. Taken my mind. My desires. My heart. Will she take my honor as well? Or will my need for her shatter the demons plaguing me so I can finally be free?

Secrets are powerful. And my feelings for this female might be the greatest one of all. Selene might be the only thing I want more than my freedom. Except she's an enigma. A riddle I can't make sense of but want to solve. When I engage her in a battle of wits, the female plays along. Yet I know she's hiding her motives. And her feelings. It's going to be harder than I thought to discover her secrets. Luckily, I'm clever and a master at creating strategies. If all else fails, then I can always resort to using my venom. Goddess, I hope that ends up being the case.

He is ice cold. Both his personality and his skin. 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.

Aliens. That's right. I said it. I know - it sounds stupid to me also. I'm a psychologist (sort of), so you'd think I'd be able to reason my way out of this mess. Except the reality is that I've been abducted to become their breeder, and it doesn't take an advanced degree to recognize this is all sorts of jacked up. But I digress. Apparently, these aliens are on the brink of extinction and need me and my fellow captives to repopulate. Yay us. I guess it's time to figure out an escape plan before they knock me up. I'll be back later. Hopefully.

He's the fae prince . . . and the prize for the Bride Games. Too bad I'm not interested. Does that stop him from coming into my life and forcing me to compete? No. Does that stop me from keeping up with my personal agenda? Also no. The competition is fierce and the contestants are even worse. As we enter each round of elimination, I wait for my dismissal. Returning home is my end goal. Not swooning over some fae.

As a prisoner in the arena, my greatest battle won't be for my life. It'll be for the heart of a woman. As a prisoner in the arena, my greatest battle won't be for my life. It'll be for the heart of a woman. Once I scented the human, she was mine. Every part of me hungered for her. To touch. To taste. To take. But she belongs to my enemy. Claiming her will cost me. I may sacrifice everything. My revenge. My life. My very soul.

All the other human breeders have males who are head over heels for them, but do I get that? Nope. Not even close. My alien is the future king of the Dravian race and believe me, he acts like a royal jerk. Yeah, sure, he’s hot as hell, but that is not the point. Anyway, I’m still trying to figure out how to get him to do what I want when I stumble onto plans for an assassination. I decide to get involved because if anyone is going to kill the sexy prince, it’s going to be me. Especially if he calls me his “namori” one more time. Whatever that means.

I have one task . . . to steal the dragon lord's magic. Simple. First problem: I'm inexperienced. Second problem: I have to sleep with him to get his abilities. (I probably should've led with that.) As the thrall of a vampire, I'm used to being subjected to another's will. So when they tell me to seek out the dragon lord, I do it to protect my sister's life. Except there are times when I think the savage is more of a danger than the master I left behind. It's not just his threats I fear, but his gentle touches and piercing glances.

Braxton is a physician, and I'm sure that the feeling of wanting to heal people comes naturally to him. Too bad I'm not interested. All I want is to make sure my friend is safe and to find out what is going on with me physically. Braxton can help me with that, but from the heated glances thrown my way, I'm sure he wants to do more than examine me.

When I woke up and took in my surroundings, I knew I was in deep trouble. From the way the aliens eyed me, to the silks draped on everything, including me, it wasn't hard to believe I was in a brothel. What I didn't count on was it being upscale. Apparently, there is a high demand for entertainment across the galaxies, and humans are rare. I would think that's a good thing, but it's not. As the bidding price goes higher and higher, so does my anxiety levels. Who knows what my buyer is going to expect from me, but I can guarantee it's nothing I'd do willingly. Until I meet Castien.

If I could use my hacking expertise to fly through the academy’s courses I would, but that doesn’t work in hand-to-hand combat. And this guy? He’s determined to turn me into a soldier. Except I’m more suited to being a nerd than a killer. I’m not here to learn those skills, only enhance my knowledge of alien technology, and it doesn’t include the Lokarian anatomy. But then I’m getting tutored privately (because that’s how much I suck), and it’s giving me an upfront view of the male’s body as he kicks my Georgia peach two ways from Sunday.