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He's a walking nightmare, and our love is a twisted dream… She's been a plaything for the dark elves for far too long. I'll kill all of them to make her mine. Their screams of agony will be replaced… By our screams of pleasure. I know that once I have her in my claws, she'll never want to leave. Yes, I terrify her. But that just makes the pleasure so much stronger. I've been a monster for so long. Now, I've found the woman who will be my mate for the rest of her life. If she surrenders, we will reign forever—our lives lost in bliss. And if she runs, her death will be quick.

Blaze has loved and lost before. He’s been down that slippery path and never wants to go there again...especially not with a human. It’s a great pity that he has no choice. The problem is that he’s the fire king, ruler of all four kingdoms. Blaze is expected to have heirs, and the sooner the better. He’ll have to take a human as his mate, one that will bear his young, but he doesn’t have to love her. Blaze plans on handling it like a business transaction. No love, no emotion, no problem.

Irresistibly gorgeous mafia king Nikolai Skolov is dominant, hard, possessive - and determined to bend innocent Dahlia Lundin to his will. But she is equally determined to resist. The lives of those she loves depends upon it. Except Dahlia isn't prepared for the insatiable hunger the warlord's discipline awakens. Or her soul's recognition that her new master is also her fated-mate. As dangers mount and betrayals loom, all Dahlia knows is turned on its head.

Did I mention I'm a new witch with telepathic powers? Yeah. It's a lot. Especially since every time I get near Aldronn, the commanding orc either wants to boss me around or bed me. Or boss me around while bedding me. Ugh. Why does that have to be so hot? I can never let him know! He'll be even more sinfully arrogant than he is now, and that wicked smirk of his already makes me want to scream...or kiss him. Or maybe both. Okay, it's totally both.

Naga-alien King Gravon expected a solitary journey through the cosmos, not a stowaway that rocked him to his core. Yet he's faced with Azha—a human slave who used his ship to flee her masters. Now he is more than happy to offer her passage and bring her home with him . . . forever. King Gravon knows a secret Azha doesn't. She's his mate, and he's not willing to let her go. Even if she is human and he's an alien.

On the unforgiving planet of Dakkar, I did what all the humans in our village did: kept my head down, worked to provide for my family, and certainly didn’t break any Dakkari laws to risk inciting the alien race’s merciless wrath. Unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said for my brother, and one careless mistake brings a horde of the nomadic, barbarian Dakkari straight to our doorstep, led by their powerful horde king - a cold, ruthless, battle-scarred warrior demanding retribution.

Proud. Imperious. Impassioned. Until three years ago, those words applied to Dominic Asher, the leader of Ash Valley. His family has ruled the feline branch of the Animari for hundreds of years, guiding the pride through perilous times. Unspeakable loss drove him into seclusion, a feral beast nobody can tame. Now he's wrecked, a leopard king in exile, and he wants nothing more than to die.

When his unit brought the wounded warrior, Guilri, to my camp, I had no choice but to heal him. It would be inhumane to let someone so hot die. As he came back to life, I realized my mistake. He was a threat. Not to my body . . . but to my walled off heart. Only Guilri has been strong enough to tear down my barriers to love. But the goddess he fights for is a vengeful deity. She will not sit idly by as her champion finds love in the arms of a human woman. She will force him to choose . . . His destiny. Or his heart?

Over a year ago, I was ripped away from my human village to serve the Ghertun, a brutal enemy alien race. With the lives of my family at risk, I am tasked to deliver a message to the one place no human has ever gone before: the capital city of Dakkar. Before I succeed, however, I am captured by a horde king. A horde king of the Dakkari, a merciless barbaric race bred for war and violence that rule over the hostile and unforgiving planet of Dakkar.

Alora Church, scientist extraordinaire, is used to being valued for her mind, not her womb. She barely leaves her lab long enough to see the effects of the aliens that have invaded Earth. When her best friend is summoned to become an Axxeon breeder, Alora is prepared to help her run. Until two huge Axxeon warriors show and take Alora captive instead. She thinks there’s nothing worse than being taken as an alien incubator... but she’s wrong. Very wrong.

Daisy. Daisy. Daisy. From the moment her name is spoken, it is all I can hear. Her frightened tears bring me anger; I vow to wipe them off her face and banish her fear...to make her my queen. But I have to catch her first. I have to convince her to trust me. I have to show her she is safe. But only with me. Because if any other naga male tries to take Daisy away from me, I will kill them.

It's a one in a million chance that the sexy-as-sin and savage wolf king finds his fated mate - me, the curvy warrior - on the most hostile planet. But you can't call him one lucky bastard. I can't be his - I'm sworn to another. And I haven't the time for mating when I have to lead a gang of the worst criminals to fight off the vampire hordes, cannibals, and Akem's creatures of nightmare to find the veiled portal to go home. The ruthless, red-blooded wolf king isn't one to listen to reason. He has no intention of preserving my virtue and honor.

One minute I’m walking back home from a nightclub. The next, I’m waking up in a cage. Abducted by aliens. Given to an alien race. Put up for auction. But instead of being sold to the highest bidder, I'm rescued by one of the Brutal Ones: the biggest, baddest bullies in the universe.

Sixteen years ago, Princess Halla of Yshrem saved the life of an eight-year-old barbarian boy and watched her kingdom fall to ruin, all on the same day. Now, she is a forgotten spinster in a quiet temple, living her days out in solitude. The last of her line, she exists in the hope that she has been forgotten, for to be remembered by the enemy is to be certain death. One person has not forgotten her. Mathior, now 24, is the fierce warrior king of the Cyclopae. Yshrem is in turmoil and his advisors have a suggestion - kill the last remaining member of the royal line.

I lost my orc. But he left me with something better. One year ago, Nevarth had to leave me. I never even got a chance to say goodbye. I thought I had lost him forever. Until I felt a kick in my belly. Now a part of him lives on in his son. When I look at his son, I feel that hope. And I feel sadness at having lost Nevarth. Until the day he returns.

He died trying to protect me. Or so I thought. On a hellish Earth I created my own slice of Heaven with Agrish . . . until it was burned to the ground. Along with my safety. For the last year, I've done nothing but run. Alone. Afraid. And with a broken heart. The Burning Sun orc clan was supposed to be my refuge. But then I see him. My giant orc. Rescued and living among them. And now it's my purgatory.

On a ruined world, I fell in love with a monster. And now he's back. Not that it matters. He is an orc warrior. I am a human woman. Amid a blasted Earth ruined by invasion, Yggy was always kind to me. His handsome face caused me to fall in love. Until one night, when I realized his love for me would lead to my death. Against all protests from my heart, I had to leave Yggy. But my orc never stopped searching for me. He never gave up. He always loved me. But when he found me, he found someone else that shocked him to his core. Our child.

Deknol has sold his soul to The Deceiver. I can see it in the powers that he now wields. Far stronger than any magic present on Protheka. It excites me. Because he will use his power to rescue me. To protect me. To pleasure me. The value of my life on Protheka is less than worthless. But when I stand next to Deknol, whose godlike powers crackle the air around him, I am a queen. His queen.

I was lucky to find my soulmate. And cursed to have lost him so soon after . . . I thought Tarfu was my happy ending. Until he went missing in battle. At first I waited patiently. Then anxiously. Then finally, hopelessly. Three years have passed. Orc males in his clan begin to circle me. Looking to claim me. But if I know my mate, Tarfu will never stop till he comes back to me. He will always be searching for me. Always loving me. And when he comes through my door again, my face will break out in joy. And I'll present him a gift for finally making it back to us. Our son.

The dark elf, Imris, saw me. Chased me. Won me. After I gave in . . . he left me. Not just heartbroken. But also . . . pregnant. A year later, I've moved on and am thriving. Life is hard. But good. And then Imris comes back. He says he never wanted to be sent away. That he fought to come back to me. He says he still loves me. Dare I trust him? Or is it an act? Will he leave again? Do I risk falling in love with him again? And more importantly . . . do I risk letting my kids love him too?