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I went to space looking for adventure, my job to protect the other women of the expedition. When gray aliens wake me from cryo in the middle of a market, it turns out I'm what's on sale. This sure isn't the fun I dreamed of!

When I whisper my three secret desires to the wishing well, I never expect my magic to kick in and screw up epically! With one coin toss, I'm bound to Rune, the hunky werewolf who makes wishes at the same time. The only way to untangle ourselves is to work together and make all our wishes come true. Because the third wish I made, the one that's still secret? It's to find true love. The more time I spend with Rune, the more his touch makes me melt, and an answering heat burns in his eyes.

When magic floods my small town, it brings mayhem and turns me and my besties into newbie witches. As mayor, I haven't got a clue how to handle pixie pranksters, walking tulips, or sexy shadow daddies swooping out of the sky. How the hell do I hide all these shenanigans from the non-magical world? Enter King Severin, aka sexy shadow daddy, aka my future hubs. Turns out that last one's no joke! He offers to wrap my town in Faerie glamour to protect it from outsiders… if I agree to be his fake wife for a year.

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.

When I storm out of my ex's engagement party, a meddling goddess whisks me away to Faerie and marries me to a massive grump of an orc. As if that's not enough, I can't leave his side without my teleportation magic throwing me straight back into his arms! I dreamed of leaving my small town and traveling, but I never imagined anything like this. I feel like I landed in one of the books I love, with fated mates and close proximity dialed up to eleven. Wranth's gorgeously muscled body and exciting air of warrior prowess sure don't hurt any either.

All the bigwigs on Earth said I'd have a bright future in space. They obviously knew nothing, 'cause I'm sweating in the bows of an alien pirate ship. The lizards who captured me figured out I've got a way with machines. Thank god, I've concocted one hell of an escape plan. Then he waltzes into the middle of it, seven feet of handsome wrapped in blue skin and horns. Human guys never wanted me, but Tark doesn't even bother to say hello. I get the alien who leaps straight to, "We're married!" Tark looks at me like I hung the moon, and the heat of his touch gets my motor running.

It's an accident, I swear. When I wind up in a fantasy world, I see this gorgeous older guy who's green, and wonder, "What does he look like everywhere?" I don't realize my new magical healing powers will make it happen! No regrets. Sturrm's got muscles for days and one seriously impressive pierced package. The med student in me can't wait to study his monstrous differences up close. The growly grump isn't exactly thrilled about his wardrobe malfunction. But no matter how much he scowls, other parts of him clearly like me a lot.

I left Earth the proud captain of a ship destined to save humanity. I wake in a small examination room being poked and prodded by blue aliens. Escape plans whirl through my head—no one's going to keep me from saving the women of my crew. Then he bursts in, seven-feet of command and power topped with horns. Wrin's the first person to speak English, but he looks just like all the other assholes who've been experimenting on me. When he throws me over his shoulder and runs into the jungle, the heat of his touch makes me wonder if I'm in more trouble.

After the makeover of the century, I walk onstage in too-high heels… and trip in front of thousands of people! I'm saved from becoming a face-plant meme by Brokk, who catches me in a romantic dip that makes my tummy flutter. Which it so totally shouldn't. Because Brokk's not just the hunky model on my book covers. He also lives 24/7 in an orc costume with tusks and green skin. I might write monster romance and wish I had an orc of my own, but monsters aren't real! How can I take this guy seriously?

I left Earth excited to create a new world for humans. Instead, gray aliens wake me from cryo to sell me to the highest bidder. My days are reduced to playing in an alien jungle with lizard kids who think I'm nothing more than a pet. Then a horned blue alien rescues me, whisking me away on a dragon! Raxnor is seven feet of muscled strength and scowls, but he shields me from every danger. In his arms, I feel safe for the first time.

When I wake in a strange forest, surrounded by "monsters" and "magic," I'm sure it's all some reality-TV prank. My carnival job means I know a lot about all the ways people can be fooled. And the "orc" telling me we're goddess-matched and married has got to be the biggest hoax of all. Branikk's good looks and charming words are way too good to be true. But I keep making ludicrous things appear in ways Hollywood special effects can't match, a unicorn just spoke to me, and when I get an eyeful—a really big eyeful—of Branikk, he's green everywhere.

I get lucky when horned blue aliens rescue me straight from cryo. So when I get the chance to use my communications skills to help save other human women, I jump on it. It's perfect. Except for him. Of all the handsome devils, why did I get stuck alone on a mission with a heartbreaker? Especially one who keeps losing his shirt and carrying me everywhere. Kirel is all smooth talk and easy charm. He claims I'm his fated mate. But I refuse to be fooled by a handsome face again, no matter how tempting his whole . . . package.

If someone told me I'd land in a fantasy world and meet my seven-foot husband by flinging myself into his arms so hard we end up horizontal, I'd have laughed it off as a joke. I'm tiny. But it turns out I'm a witch with hidden powers! I can move things with my mind! Instead of being upset I keep crashing into him, the gorgeous orc warrior is thrilled I'm so powerful.

Getting caught blowing the whistle on a mob boss isn't the worst part of my day. No, that would be getting sucked through a portal to Faerie. Or finding out I'm a witch who can fly . . . very, very badly. Or fighting off a soul-sucking fae who wants to drain me dry. Or getting stuck in a tree, flashing an orc my hot-pink panties. Actually, that last one might not be so bad. Dravarr's scowls highlight his smoldering eyes and sharp cheekbones, and his touch makes me swoon. Especially since he has to hold me all day and night to keep me from floating away. But the soul-sucking fae come back. 

Stuck slinging pizzas in the deadest of dead-end jobs, I make a wish. In a blink, I'm teetering on top of a standing stone in Faerie, where I have magical powers! And monsters fighting over me! Thank god, the orc wins. A fierce and deadly warrior, Rovann's nothing but gentle with me.

Gorgeous blue alien warriors rescued me from cryosleep, but the other women of my expedition weren't so lucky. As head pilot, I need to find the missing human ship and fly everyone to safety. I partner up with a hunk. Sul's boisterous, fun, and fine as hell. With him, I start to enjoy life in a way I've never known. When our search for clues takes us to an exotic city, mobsters force us to hide in a pleasure house. I've never felt desirable before, and Sul's heated "kizz" offers one hell of a temptation. Yet I can't stray from my mission, no matter how much he makes my body soar.