I was forced to volunteer. Transported to an alien world. Stolen by an alien pirate. I must integrate to gain my freedom.

A year ago, I reluctantly erased my true other half’s memories of our time together. She said that if we were truly meant to be married, our souls would find each other again. Now, I’ve illegally traveled to Earth and have found her alone in a secluded cabin. I only have a few days to convince her of who I am to her. But the odds are against me. She didn’t recognize me on sight, no longer has a translator, and sees me as an alien. But I refuse to give up. There is no one else for me in the galaxy.

A strange phenomenon enters Earth’s orbit. Those who see it become mesmerized. Cars surge out of control, planes fall from the sky. Casualties pile up and society’s resources are stretched thin to manage the fallout. This is only the first day. A nurse, a death row inmate, and an orphan cross paths as they try to understand the Eye of God. They realize the Eye’s grip on humanity is just a fleeting stage, and those affected are transforming into something more sinister.

When Dani convinces her five sisters to sink everything they have into purchasing a dilapidated old plantation, it seems like a great idea at the time. They need a site to expand their business, and none of them are strangers to the occasional escapade. Little do they know buying Willowberry Plantation House will be the biggest adventure of their lives. As New Orleans natives, the sisters aren't at all surprised to find a ghost haunting their new house. What they don't see coming is their discovery that the land was cursed by a wrathful witch centuries earlier.

When my husband of 25 years leaves me to expedite his political agenda, and his new girlfriend ensures I have no place within the shadow council, I am starting over with a new business and no financial security.

It’s the final days of Earth, and Tessa has made her peace with dying. Her life has never been a fairy tale, so it makes perfect sense she’d perish with most of the people on the planet. Except luck is finally on her side, as is her knight in shining armor, Ty, who puts his own life on the line to make sure she gets to Salvation-1 before zero hour.

Centuries after the Cutoff, the secluded island of Sansara has perfected the roles of women. All girls attend the Institute where they are ranked, judged, and trained, and their paths are chosen for them. Elora’s destiny is to rise to the top. Rose wants to make her family proud. Odette dreams of happiness. But in a society that eats women alive, even dreams can turn out to be bitter fruit. All are trapped in a system that values their appearances, not who they are. Will they be crushed by the machine that oppresses them, or will they dare to break free and live on their own terms?

I’m half-witch, half-faery, and facing dangers as real as the ache in my bad knee. Ibuprofen and caffeine keep me going, and I could do this for the rest of my life. Whoever thinks my family home is an easy mark better take notice: The new Guardian in town isn’t going down without a fight. After all, she’s already learned to let go of her simple existence and believe in the extraordinary power inside of her. What could possibly stop her now?

Once more, a malevolent presence threatens wolfen society. They say my love story with my fated mate, Darby, ended with my death, but they were wrong. They say my eldest son, Jean-Edouard, is nothing at all like me. They are wrong about that as well. They say a lot of things, but I will prove them wrong.

If being my wife was something galactic women could apply for, they’d happily die for the opportunity. I am a Lyran Metamorph god. I am the god of night. Shockingly, this human female only wants to return to Earth. I fear she will not pass the three challenges to become my wife. I must woo her and inspire her. This human must succeed. If she fails, we both die. Our destinies are intertwined. We must be victorious.

I signed up for a research mission with five other women. Instead, we crashed on an alien planet with too many dangers to count. Separated from the other women, I’m on my own until a huge alien with color-changing skin and a massive sword gets me out of a bad spot. I don’t understand Savair’s language, but I think he’s under the impression that I’m his. I am NOT his. I’m a 34-year old divorced scientist with no time for such nonsense. But if he can help me find the others in my group then perhaps I can play at being “his” for a while.

Ward is a crumb who has a particular skill for tracking and dealing with animals. He never knew why. He just always felt at home in the forest, away from the bustle of Alcorn. This was partly because he loved to track and trap wild game, and partly because it meant he wouldn’t be harassed and beaten by the noble born kids his age.

Lady Iolanthe of Rockmourn Keep expects to be a spinster all her days. She is very tall. She is very poor. And she is thirty. What lord could possibly want her? But then her father returns with news that he has found a bridegroom for her—one that is impressively tall. One that is strong, and bold, and wealthy. And best of all? He wants Iolanthe. It seems too good to be true. And when Iolanthe gets her first look at her husband-to-be, she realizes why. No one mentioned the 'orc' part of things . . .

Meet the men and women of the Syndicate Masters: La Cosa Nostra. Their motto is family honor above all. They vow to protect their clans, and live by an oath of honor and loyalty. The men are gorgeous, dangerous beasts seeking their fated mates. The women they love are bold and brilliant. Their love blazes bright and hot.

As the first humans allowed in Suevan space, there’s a lot riding on my all-woman team. Earth desperately needs their tech, and I’m determined to prove we can negotiate the price. Without their planetary defense systems, Earth is a sitting duck, ripe for invasion. Except the Suevan culture is nothing like ours. When I take part in what I think is a welcoming ceremony, I leave with more than I bargained for: a husband. A mate. Apparently, we’re there to marry them as payment—something the top brass on Earth doesn’t bother denying. Fantastic.