Ryland Grace is the sole survivor on a desperate, last-chance mission - and if he fails, humanity and the Earth itself will perish. Except that right now, he doesn't know that. He can't even remember his own name, let alone the nature of his assignment or how to complete it. All he knows is that he's been asleep for a very, very long time. And he's just been awakened to find himself millions of miles from home, with nothing but two corpses for company.

It’s 1984, and life has changed beyond recognition. Airstrip One, formerly known as Great Britain, is a place where Big Brother is always watching, and nobody can hide. Except, perhaps, for Winston Smith. Whilst working at the Ministry of Truth, rewriting history, he secretly dreams of freedom. And in a world where love and sex are forbidden, where it’s hard to distinguish between friend and foe, he meets Julia and O’Brien and vows to rebel.

Six days ago, astronaut Mark Watney became one of the first people to walk on Mars. Now, he's sure he'll be the first person to die there. After a dust storm nearly kills him and forces his crew to evacuate while thinking him dead, Mark finds himself stranded and completely alone with no way to even signal Earth that he’s alive - and even if he could get word out, his supplies would be gone long before a rescue could arrive. But Mark isn't ready to give up yet.

Inheriting your uncle's supervillain business is more complicated than you might think. Particularly when you discover who's running the place. Charlie's life is going nowhere fast. A divorced substitute teacher living with his cat in a house his siblings want to sell, all he wants is to open a pub downtown, if only the bank will approve his loan. Then his long-lost uncle Jake dies and leaves his supervillain business (complete with island volcano lair) to Charlie. But becoming a supervillain isn't all giant laser death rays and lava pits.

Jazz Bashara is a criminal. Well, sort of. Life on Artemis, the first and only city on the moon, is tough if you're not a rich tourist or an eccentric billionaire. So smuggling in the occasional harmless bit of contraband barely counts, right? Not when you've got debts to pay and your job as a porter barely covers the rent. Everything changes when Jazz sees the chance to commit the perfect crime, with a reward too lucrative to turn down.

Don't call me a gardener. I went through a lot to earn my Masters degree in Vegetation. Simply getting accepted into the University of Sken was difficult as a human. There's a reason why kings hire me to help them with their plant issues. My current client is the Dragon King of Latur, who's been given the ominous title of Indifferent for surviving the death of his mate. He's a bit standoffish, sure, but I wouldn't call him indifferent. Not with the way he looks at me. And I can't help looking back. Staring. Aching. Dreaming. On top of being a king and difficult to get a laugh out of, ...

This ember is about to go up in flames. Ember thought it was so clear. The war. Who he loved. Who he hated. Who he could trust. But it's all about to become very unclear. The war isn't what he thought and neither is his destiny. He hates the Corrupter, that much is absolutely sure. But who is Aranren? Death says he's a man just like Ember. Ember doesn't want to believe that, and he's not sure he can trust Death. So he sets on a path of discovering who Death really is. And what he finds will change everything.

Can I survive loving a god? For as long as I can remember, and even further back than that, the Dragons of Serai have worshiped a goddess and only her. But everything has changed. A god has risen. He has returned long-lost magic to my people and balanced the Fire within us. Those who could, made the journey to Ha'tezan, where the God's temple was unearthed. I am fortunate enough to be one of those Dragons. Shortly after my arrival, Karadas, the Dragon God of the Moon and Water, demanded a sacrifice—a man willing to give himself completely to our god and serve him in every way. Although ...

I'm destined to end the war. To do that, I must empower my fellow Wraith Lords. But to share my magic with them, I have to fall in love. I've managed it three times already. Quite a feat for me, a guy who was raised to stay away from people out of fear that they might discover my secret—that I'm the only human on Varr with magic. But the secret's out, and I'm finally accepted for who I am. I can do this. I can fall in love again and bring that man into our elite fighting team. I even have someone in mind. But Taroc isn't the easiest man to get to know. Even as we get closer, I feel as if ...

This is a stand-alone MM romance novel with an Mpreg theme, no cliffhangers, and a definitive HEA. You’d think with the thousands years of combined experience, the Council of High Born Vampires would come up with a better solution. Anything else would have been wiser than this. Human enslavement? Impregnation? Harems? Are they nuts?!? The ancient rite of ensuring an heir has been enacted, and now I’m forced to find a mate, and to put a baby in him. What if I believe in true love? What if I don’t want to feed on humans ever again? The solution presents itself before I can figure out ...