In the galaxy's most exclusive pleasure resort, a human voice is a dangerous drug. Selene Maris is one of the last true humans-a sultry lounge singer with a voice that does more than soothe. On Vynari Lux, her music draws the most powerful aliens in the universe. Some want to own her. Some want to break her. Only one wants to listen. He's known only as The Masked Patron-a towering alien male who books her for private performances night after night. He never speaks. Never touches. Never removes the black obsidian mask that hides his face. But every time she sings, she feels his need like a storm behind his silence. Then one night... he touches her. Now she can't stop thinking about the way his voice rumbled her name like a vow. Or the heat in his hands. Or the secret in his gaze-because he's not just any alien elite. He's Thaes Drakar, heir to a deadly galactic power. And by touching her, he has broken the oldest law of his kind. If they're caught, she'll be silenced. He'll be executed. But every forbidden note she sings drives them closer to ruin... and to something neither of them can survive without. He was never meant to feel. She was never supposed to be touched. But in the shadows of Alien Nights... nothing burns brighter than forbidden fire. -- Kamyawski

He was built for war. Bred for dominance. Bound by instinct. I was only supposed to salvage a dead ship. But deep inside the wreckage, I found him - a sleeping alien warlord locked in obsidian, armor fused to skin, and a relic pulsing beneath his chest like a second heart. When I touched it, I woke him. Now I'm marked. Bound. And he's in heat - relentless, primal, and focused on only one thing: me. Serron Valek doesn't ask for permission. He doesn't wait. He claims, knots, and fills until the bond takes root. He says I belong to him now - body, mind, and womb. I should run. But when he growls my name like a vow and pins me down like I'm the only thing left in the galaxy worth worshipping... I don't want to escape. I want more. -- Kamyawski