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Now that the Drexians have revealed themselves to humans, the two species are working together to protect Earth and the galaxy from alien invaders. That means women aren't just tribute brides anymore. And they aren't going to be bossed around by anyone--not even the badass Inferno Force warriors.

All I know about the Taori warrior who saves me during an escape attempt and the ensuing battle is that he’s huge and horned. When he drags me from the carnage and deeper onto the barren moon, I’m grateful for his protection—even if he does eye me like I’m the last drop of water in the desert. When he confesses that he’s slowly being consumed by an ancient curse on his people—a mating fever with only one cure—I don’t want to believe him.

The alien prince is on the hunt for revenge. And buying me is part of his master plan. I was safe hiding on the outskirts of the galaxy and singing in a dingy nightclub. Until the menacing alien prince with the platinum hair and claiming gaze bought my debt. Now I’m traveling on his ship as his guide while he searches for vengeance. Despite the prince’s promise to protect me, he has no idea what he’s set in motion by plucking me from obscurity. As we get closer to him exacting his revenge, I’m in danger of being taken by someone even more deadly.

When Kalesh Naz wakes from crashing in his escape pod, he's enraged to find himself locked in a dungeon. He's on a battle moon where he and other fierce aliens are forced to battle for their survival as entertainment for the cruel Xulonians. He will do anything to get back to his crew--even if it makes awakening the long-dormant barbaric ways of his ancestors and harnessing the mating fever that simmers beneath the surface.

As if being abducted by space slavers wasn’t bad enough, I’m sold to a species of aliens in need of extras for their immersive entertainment moons, where their privileged citizens can hunt or battle or bed us at their leisure. When I’m separated from my crew and dropped into a lush alien jungle, I have no idea which fantasy moon I’m on—until the first arrow nearly impales me.

Brok has vowed to track down the pretty human who was snatched by space pirates, and return her to be matched with a Drexian warrior. One who isn’t battle-scarred and damaged, like him. The snag: He’s thought about nothing but the dark-haired beauty for weeks. Now he's stuck on a hedonistic, alien planet with her where the clothing is scant and the inhibitions are low. If he gets her out, can he really let her go?

I volunteered to sneak onto an enemy battleship. Now I’m stranded on a prison moon with a hot Drexian pilot who can’t stand me. I had no choice. It was either volunteer for a rescue mission for the Drexians or go to prison on Earth. I know, I know. The irony isn’t lost on me. But what were the chances I’d end up on a creepy alien prison moon running for my life with a Drexian who seems annoyed that I saved him? Which is a problem since we’re stuck together on a swampy planet that’s too hot to wear much of anything.

The only reason sexy shapeshifter Bexli would not be able to shift is unthinkable. No way is she pregnant after one stupid night with him. What Bexli knows about the silver fox alien: He’s moody, he rarely talks, and he seems to think she’s some fragile female who needs protecting. Tommel knows that he has no interest in a mate, he won’t talk about his past, and he can’t stop thinking about the beautiful Lycithian.

I’ve never forgiven myself for letting that brute drag her off my ship, and I’ve done nothing but search for his horde of warships since he let my ship go free. Everyone knows the Vandar raiders are cruel and merciless, so when my ship is attacked by another of the alien race’s warlords, I expect to be blown out of the sky. Instead, he takes me as his captive. I may be the warlord’s prize, but no way will I submit to his demands. Even if his hard body and fiery eyes ignite a desire in me like nothing have before.

Marooned on a sand planet, injured, and separated from her crew, Captain Danica Miller is not having a good day. When she’s rescued from the desert by a huge, gold-skinned alien, she doesn’t know whether to be relieved or to panic. Not only is he clearly a barbarian — a barely-dressed one at that — he seems to be able to read her thoughts. Even worse? She can sense his. And he seems to think she’s his to claim.

Now that everyone on Earth knows about the Drexians - and their need for human mates - women have been falling all over themselves to volunteer. But not me.

I wasn’t supposed to end up on the Drexian space station or be matched to one of their gorgeous warriors as a tribute bride. My perfect twin sister is the one they wanted. Instead, I stole her spot. The trouble is, I’m not tribute bride “material”, whatever that means, and I’m on the first transport back to Earth in disgrace.

The only alien warrior True isn’t intimidated by is the one in her holodeck simulation. Not only is True a virgin, she’s barely been kissed, so the huge, hunky Drexian warriors terrify her. But the guy in her simulation doesn’t. He may be as big and built as the rest of them, but she knows he’s not real. It’s the only reason she’s not afraid to kiss him.

As one of the new human cadets at an alien military academy, I knew I’d have to prove myself. Especially since I’m one of only a few females sent by Earth. I just didn’t know that the one alien I want to impress would be the one who seems determined to hate me. I was sent here because I’m a champion pod racer, so why won’t the big, gruff pod instructor let me show him what I can do? If he thinks ignoring me or assigning me after-hours work polishing his pods will discourage me, then he’s never met a girl from Texas.

Snatched by bounty hunters. Captured by aliens. Guarded by a warrior with a dangerous secret. It wasn’t bad enough that scientist Max Dryden was taken as a bounty by an all-female space bounty hunter crew. Nope, that was only the beginning. When the bounty hunters were marooned on a sand planet, she was captured by aliens and taken to their city. Now she’s got a personal bodyguard and captor watching her every move. One problem. He’s not one of the aliens who took her. He’s one of the sand barbarians sent by the bounty hunter women to break her out and bring her back.

Taken to a high-tech space station designed to entice human women, LA socialite Mandy is anything but impressed. She’s not falling for their holographic fantasy suites, their promise of a dream wedding, or their gorgeous, brawny warriors. Especially not the arrogant, hot-shot commander she’s been matched with. He may be used to being obeyed, but no way is she following his orders. She could care less that he's huge and ripped and drop-dead gorgeous.

When I don't marry his nephew, I have no idea I'm still promised to Zoran's clan. Imagine my shock when the dark and imposing alien informs me that he will be taking me as his tribute bride--and taking me back to the Drexian home world with him. The silver fox warrior isn't like the brash young Drexians on the station. He's intense and serious and a bit scary, and I can't imagine being his bride. But it appears I have no choice. I'm bound to him, which means my life will be as the mate of an alien I barely know and can't imagine falling for.

I sacrificed myself to save my sister’s ship. Now, the alien warlord owns me. The dark and menacing raiders are known for terrorizing the galaxy, and I'm forced to share a bed with the most ruthless one of them all. But the dominant warlord wants more than my submission--he wants to possess my soul.

We’d heard rumors about the Vandar raiders — everyone in the galaxy had. Terrifying and ruthless, they were a scourge on the Zagrath empire and destroyed everything in their path. Few had actually laid eyes on the Vandar or the notorious warlords who led their fleets of warships — and survived to talk about it. So, when the ruthless aliens boarded our ship intent on destroying it and killing the crew, I did the only thing I could do. I gave myself to the dark and menacing warlord.

I thought the cocky Vandar raiders I had to work alongside were my biggest problem. That was before the deranged leader of a ruthless band of mercenaries decided I belonged to him. As a member of the underground Valox resistance, there are few things I fear. The terrifying alien outlaw who’s obsessed with me is one of them. But now my biggest problem isn’t the alien searching for me, it’s the Vandar battle chief assigned to take me to safety.