He came to conquer. She swore to resist. But in the war of dominance and desire, only one will kneel. Elara I will never bow. Not to the monsters who burned my village. Not to the warlord who ripped me from my home. I am not his to command, to use, to break. No matter how my body betrays me. No matter how his golden eyes watch me like a beast ready to devour. He can drag me to his camp. He can chain me. But he will never own me. Varkash She fights me. Claws at me. Spits in my face. But I see it—the way her breath hitches when I get too close, the shudder she tries to hide when I touch her...

I was sold to a warlord. But I won’t break. And I won’t kneel. Zara My father sold me like cattle. His price? Safe passage and a temporary alliance with Ragnar the Sandreaver—a warlord as brutal as he is merciless. They expect me to bow, to accept my fate. But they don’t know me. I don’t kneel. I don’t submit. And I sure as hell won’t belong to him. But Ragnar doesn’t take disobedience lightly. He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t beg. He takes. And every time I defy him, he seems to enjoy it more. I should fear him. I should hate him. And yet, when he looks at me with those ...

Condemned to a labyrinth of nightmares, I was meant to die. But he had other plans. And now? Now, I don’t know if I want to escape... or be ruined forever. Erynn I hit the ground hard. Chains bite into my wrists, the damp stink of the labyrinth thick in my lungs. They say no one leaves this place alive. But death isn’t what stalks me in the dark. It’s him. Korrath. A monster carved from rage and ruin, with claws that could tear me apart and eyes that burn like molten gold. He doesn’t want me dead. No, that would be too easy. He wants me on my knees. Helpless. His. But I am not weak....

These aliens seem nice enough, but she needs to figure out how to communicate with them and get back to Earth. Her alien captor finds everything about his new pet adorable, from her tiny toes to her blunted claws to her shiny mane. He will do everything in his power to make sure that his cute little pet remains healthy and happy. But what happens when this giant tentacled alien finds out his lovely pet is a sentient person who wants more from him than pets and treats?

Being dumped sucks. Being dumped after four years and getting kicked out of the house? That sucks more. Sadly, I can't avoid him forever. Not when he's the best man in my sister's wedding. But like hell am I facing him alone. So how can a painfully single Omega get out of this mess? Not a clue, but I'll tell you what not to do. Ready? Don't hire a pack of male escorts to take you to the wedding. If you do, you can't sleep with them. No matter how incredible they smell or how well they treat you.