Elizabeth Stephens

He’s a villain looking for a hero rebrand. She’s the marketing genius who can make it happen in this fantastical romantic comedy by the author of the Beasts of Gatamora series.

They call him the bone king. A massive beast of a male who worships the gods and is all too willing to provide them their sacrifices. Human sacrifices. He and his warriors have come to visit Winterbren, a poor little village on the outskirts of Wrath and my home.

A swooning photographer and a double-crossing superhero come together with electrifying chemistry in an out-of-this-world romantic comedy by the author of All Superheroes Need PR.

My aim is to kill him. His aim? Make me his.

She thinks she can escape me, the little human. Ha. Let her run. There are no enemies I will not vanquish in her honor, there are no planets I will not raid in her name, and there is no question that she is, above all else, my Xiveri Mate, my queen, mine to worship…and mine to hunt.

He's the oldest of his kind. Terrifying. I'm human, insignificant, scared, and scarred. It shouldn't be too hard to escape his notice. But wait… why is he walking over here? He… wants to dine with me. No. He must want more.

I can see his scars, but he thinks all I can see are his scars. I see more. The fighter, the sword, the shield, and I'm convinced that the only monstrous thing about him is the way he watches me like I'm something to be devoured.

I knows things have gone ecking south when the Sky sends its full army to hunt me down. Now, I'm stranded on an adorably violent little planet with only Jerrock to rely on—and he hates me.

Echo knew that being caught by a ruling Berserker would mean becoming his pawn, a plaything to be used for her powers. That wouldn’t be her fate. She’d rather run lost through the woods forever, dangerous though they may be....

Hiding is the only option against the barbarian horde of Sasor that comes to destroy our village. Hiding...doesn't work. Their leader, a beast of a male capable of shifting into a monster with claws for hands and fangs for teeth, finds me and takes me captive.

Somewhere within a distant constellation, in adrenaline-filled romps through space, aliens are coupling with human heroines. This science fiction romance collection contains Taken to Heimo, Taken to Kor, and Taken to Lemora.

The Voraxian king has come again—and this time, he's come for me. I've got no desire to be claimed by the alien king. Blue skin, seven feet, and strapped with muscle, I've seen what his kind does to humans. And I don't care that he watches me with hunger.

She thinks she can steal from me, the little human. Adorable. I can't decide what will be more fun—the hunt or what I will do to her when I catch her. And I will catch her. There is nowhere she can run.

This 3-in-1 bundle of spicy space operas collects books seven through nine of the Xiveri Mates saga: Taken by the Pikosa Warlord, Taken to Evernor, and Taken to Sky.

After burning her church to the ground and throwing her family into the castle dungeons for their treason, Kiandah did not expect to be spared by Lord Yaron, the Berserker Lord who once vowed—and tried—to kill her.

Crash-landed on an alien planet where everything seems to want to kill me, I've got no choice but to rely on the hunter, Grizz, to help me survive, steer clear of the awful male I crashed with, and find my family missing somewhere on the island.

I'm awoken after a thousand's year sleep to a brutal world ruled by a male who may be the devil himself—Ero. Strange that, though so much has changed, language hasn't lost its roots.

What's got four arms, huge spikes shooting out of his spine, and is utterly insane? Oh yeah, that's right. It's the freaking alien gladiator who's fighting in the games—for me—because I'm the prize he's geared to win.

I thought he liked me. He's been my only source of company for the past rotation that I've been held captive. But when he rejects me in front of everyone, I get the shrov out, determined to find humans on another satellite far far away from this mess that is my life.

There's nothing my warrior training did not prepare me for. Even though my body desires to bond to hers, I'll fight until I break it. She's a disgusting human, filthy and impure, a worshipper of a fickle human god and, worst of all, not Drakesh. Nox, that isn't the worst....