C. Sinclair

I have seven weeks to meet and marry a human woman. If I don’t, I will lose my position as Commander of the Alliance Force. Since I took command, my attempts to meet eligible women have been disastrous. Lev, our resident anthropologist, has suggested I attend Oktoberfest in Munich. His rationale is that I like beer and the comradery of dancing and singing and will be surrounded by women who also enjoy the same activities. I always advise my officers to mingle with humans at their festivals.

I thought the cocky Vandar raiders I had to work alongside were my biggest problem. That was before the deranged leader of a ruthless band of mercenaries decided I belonged to him. As a member of the underground Valox resistance, there are few things I fear. The terrifying alien outlaw who’s obsessed with me is one of them. But now my biggest problem isn’t the alien searching for me, it’s the Vandar battle chief assigned to take me to safety.

As merchandise heading to an intergalactic auction, Ashe’s future looks grim. So when a too-sexy-for-his-own-good alien outlaw solicits her help to break them out of lockup, she jumps on the chance. Ashe only needs to survive long enough with the known criminal to get her end of the bargain: freedom. She trusts the clawed and fanged Tallean warrior to keep her safe, but who will keep her safe from him?

TRADED. Dru has been traded by her captain to the Alliance Empire. She and the rest of the female crew from the human starship Dakota are to be married off, as the Alliance is suffering from a demographics issue, there aren’t enough Alliance women. Dru doesn’t care what kind of problems the Alliance has, she didn’t come this far, in her short life, to end up as a grey, alien man’s wife, no matter how powerful his civilization.

An indentured human woman. An Imperial man on a mission. A fake marriage born in the stars. When my master died, I believed I’d be set free. Instead, I’m sent to a temple where I’m forced to continue doing the one thing I know—pleasing alien males. Until Gael the Returner arrives. Half-human and half-Imperial, he travels the galaxy, rescuing humans.

Walking toward the nearest town, I see bonfires and hear humans singing. I wonder momentarily if I’ve time traveled into the past. Thankfully my hood covers my face, which is the tell-tale sign I’m not human. But I’ll have to find someone to help me to contact the Alliance Force. They don’t even know I’m on Earth. My mission was so secret that no one but the High Council knew.

When a mission to the lawless Jarvelon sector goes awry, the Vandar raiders are the least of Cassie's worries. The mercenary gang that captures her and Thea is only interested in trading her to the empire so the Vandar can be lured to their destruction. But when Raas Ayden arrives to rescue her, she realizes that he might be the most dangerous creature after her.

HUMANS ARE THE MOST ADORABLE CREATURES IN THE GALAXY. Everyone says so. Is it such a surprise that an Alpha Imperial Warship would take human prisoners? Most definitely, everyone knows, the Alliance never takes prisoners. Once onboard, the crew of the Dakota are casually informed that human women from the crew are now shockingly considered to be Alliance citizens by the Empire. Moreover, they will be returning to the Alliance homeworld.

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.

If you throw an Irish billionaire out of a plane at 40,000 feet, would he fly? That's the question I ask myself on our flight when Declan Bryne told me that it’d be “grand" if I could stop talking. I can’t help it. I’m a nervous flyer. But that should've been my sign to hit EJECT! Because this is doomed to fail. He’s a total grump. He obviously doesn’t like me. He's too distractingly gorgeous to be around for any length of time. And he’s made it clear that as soon as he can find another nanny, I’m gone.