My crew and I take the jobs we need to survive in a world overrun by aliens. We fly a stolen ship that once trafficked women-us included. Now, we make our own rules and do whatever it takes to stay free. My latest job? Rehabilitate a Zohra-a towering alien locked away in prison, meant to be tamed into usefulness for his captors. Then I meet him-my job, a mute Zohra. And that's when everything goes sideways. Rescuing him wasn't in the plan, yet now we're on the run, supposedly relying on each other... except I'm the one doing all the work. He's frustrating. Completely useless. A liability, really. And yet, for some ridiculous reason, I just can't leave him behind.

I'm the crew's problem solver-the one they send on the hardest jobs. To them, I'm fearless, strong, unshakable. But the truth? I'm a coward, hiding secrets I pray no one ever uncovers. Everyone knows I'm terrified of the Zohra, the horned aliens that send chills down my spine. Yet, in a reckless moment, I agree to stay with the crew-near them. But my personal fears don't matter when a bigger threat emerges, one that could destroy everything. The mission takes us to my hometown, to a hidden lab filled with memories I swore I'd never face. And worse? I'm stuck infiltrating it with Harwal-a Zohra who reminds me of the monster that's haunted me for years. Surviving the mission is one thing. Surviving him-and the way he makes me feel-is another.

For over a hundred rotations, my kind has thrived under the use of surrogates. We are a male-dominated race, a warrior race, with a single objective....to dominate the universe. To do this, we have suppressed our mate bonds, forgotten the traditions that used to bind us to the mates we once worshipped. But all the changes now. Abandoned and alone, we are forced to expose our surrogates to life aboard a military vessel. My surrogate is the first we awaken. I know I'm strong enough to resist the pull of the bond. To avoid the human female who carries my son. I have to be. Otherwise I put every Trenzian warrior on this ship at risk. Not to mention the other surrogates and younglings still in hypersleep. But what happens when I can't resist my instincts, and my female is threatened. Will I embrace the passion and ferocity of a forgotten time? Or do I stay to the path that was laid out before me, even if I risk losing them forever?

Adra and Kait's story. Full blurb coming soon.

It is a common practice that when one Alpha challengers another, the defeated wolf can either be banished into exile from the pack lands or be put to death if he or she refuses to go. Braydon Winters father, couldn't bring himself to leave the lands where his mate was buried and so once the fight was lost - welcomed the chance to be returned to her side. When the old Alpha was defeated, his now orphaned son became burdened with the same decision to make; stay and die or run. He ran. Angry and hurt his Father would leave him to fend for himself, scared and alone with no pack to take care of him - Braydon kept running until his wolf told him to stop and slowly his new life began. Problem with that was, sooner or later, life was bound to catch up with Braydon, but when it does will the human within the wolf costume be able to handle it? [ this is a first draft and requires editing ]

"You don't understand, little female. I am like a God to these people." Elodie is lost. Literally. After a massive adventure leads her to a strange planet with enormous alien men, she has few choices left. On the run from an aggressive male determined to mate her by force, she finds herself lost in the massive alien woods, terrified, injured, and alone. That is until she runs into a massive gladiator built like stone. Barre. Covered in scars and muscles, pain and fighting are all Barre has ever known. He's the most powerful being on the planet, but he stays hidden from society He enjoys his solitude, and his silence. He hasn't seen a female in years, but despite his affection for the tiny girl he finds in the woods, he can't keep one for himself. He has to return the little thing to the palace, that's where she belongs. A female has no place in his heart. A Heathen doesn't deserve love... right?

"Are you afraid, my wee human?" "Will you hurt me?" "No, Ailsa. I swear to you I will never harm you. I'd rather die than lay a hand on you." "Then there's nothing more to discuss." ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ In 18th century Scotland, a romance blooms in a dark prison cell Laird Fraser MacLeod is no normal man. In fact, he isn't a man at all. He is a creature bound to the night that feasts on the blood of men. He's lured to the Sinclair clan under the impression there will be a truce between the two lairds, instead he's captured and tortured for being the monster he is. A vampire. What he doesn't expect is the wee slip of a lass that sneaks down to his cell for nightly visits. She talks to him, reads him books, brings food, and soothes the darkest pieces of his soul. Ailsa Sinclair has enough problems of her own. She's ailed with a disease that can not be cured, the daily attacks on her lungs are nearly too much. Little does she know that not only will the mysterious bearded man she visits get her in trouble, but that he'll change her life forever. A historical vampire romance