One moment Melachine is crossing the street, and the next she’s crashing into the male of her dreams. He’s built like a warrior of old, with the most perfect lips imaginable. And he won’t let go. She stares up, up at him in awe, because she can see her unborn offspring in his harsh hazel eyes. “I am Kroga of Seventy-Five,” he rasps. “Who is the manager of your line?” Her eyes widen. Should she tell this male who she is, and allow him to offer for her hand? Or should she run away? Because, everyone knows Kroga is nothing but trouble . . . \ \ \* Note: This is a short story set in the Alien Bounty Hunter’s world. It can be read after "Syrin’s Mate" or can instead be used as a prequel introduction to the series.

Rayzor of Twelve, a lonely Bounty Hunter banished from his home world, is determined to follow his mission parameters: He must extract his target from a primitive planet called Earth with zero human casualties. His plan unfolds with precision, until a human female gets in the way. Rebecca doesn’t understand what the hell is happening. One moment she’s scared and alone in the spooky forest. Then a seven foot tall alien warrior is gazing at her with dark passion, his clawed hands touching her reverently. He’s kissing her, claiming her and saying, his voice hoarse with emotion—that she is his Bride. His Bride? Wtf? This stranger is swoon-worthy, but…She doesn’t know his name, or what species he is and he’s kidnapped her, thrown her on his goddamn spaceship and now she’s speeding away from Earth to parts unknown. And he expects her to fall into his arms? Oh hell, no.

He’s found his mate and he’s keeping her. Jacole is supposed to leave in the morning to start training at Quantico. Instead she’s been kidnapped by asshole space pirates who are about to sell her and the other women they’ve captured as sex slaves to the highest bidder. Oh hell, no. Jacole vows they’ll soon realize they’ve caught the wrong damn human. She organizes a mutiny to take down the f\*kers who’ve kidnapped them…but the plan is interrupted when someone blows a hole in the side of the ship. A seven foot tall lethal warrior emerges from the rubble with a weapon in each clawed hand. Jacole is speechless before this display of manly glory. This Bounty Hunter is easily the handsomest man (alien) she’s ever seen. Her panties are instantly wet. He touches her, kisses her, throws her on his ship and claims her, and vows she’s the female he’s waited all his life to find. His Bride! What the hell? Well, he might be a lover like no other and an aggressive and driven male she could actually…admire, but Jacole doesn’t do forever. In order to earn her love, he has to earn her trust.

Kayzon of Twenty-Six is beastly. Small offspring cry at the sight of his hulking frame and the vicious scar that bisects the right side of his face. Banished from his home world and deemed unworthy of a Bride—his mere presence strikes fear into the hearts of most beings. Except for one fierce, tiny female. She alone is unafraid. Kia is astonished when a sexy Xylan Warrior strides through the crowded marketplace of New Earth. When she attempts to speak to him, he replies in a deep, husky voice, “Leave human. Nothing good will come from this.” But when Hurlian soldiers start dropping from the sky, ready to snatch unsuspecting humans, Kayzon rescues her. And when his bare hand clutches hers, a bolt of awareness strikes them both. Then he’s kissing her, claiming her and telling her with hoarse emotion that she is his Bride. Wow, her life is unfolding like something out of a romance vid…until Kia discovers her new husband was never meant to have a Bride. In fact, their mating is in review and she has one planetary rotation to formalize or reject their tenuous marriage. Oh hell, what’s a girl to do?

Alien prison break romance: Forced proximity. Zero privacy. One touch. Syrin of Forty-Six is a berserker. Outlawed from Chronos and removed from the Xylan mating database, he’s a fierce warrior with a bloody past. And now he’s a convict, thrown into the most notorious prison in the four sectors. Since Sara is also an inmate, she can’t exactly judge. And as the only female prisoner on Detention Center: Zeta 149, she really, really needs protection. So when the prison guards throw Sara into a cell with the unstable berserker, placing bets on how long she’ll live, she's willing to trade her virginity if he'll agree to become her protector. But instead of taking her offer, Syrin lays some ground rules: he’ll never be her pleasure mate, never want her, never desire her, ever. But despite his aura of don’t f\*cking bother me, Sara can’t keep her eyes off his bulging biceps and the sexy fangs that peek out from his perfect lips. Sharing a cell with a towering, muscular male who IS NOT attracted to her is sheer torture…but then his bare hand accidentally touches hers… And all hell doesn't break loose. Instead a Xylan berserker does, and that's much deadlier...and much sexier... Author’s note: This is book #4 in the series, but can be read as a standalone. Be prepared to meet new friends and revisit old favorites…

He’s an arrogant, celebrity warlord who thinks marriage and snot-nosed children sound like the lowest level of hell. She’s the filthy-mouthed daughter of a High Priest who wants LOTS OF KIDS. When their deck explodes they rush into the same executive escape pod and eventually crash-land together on a mysterious planet. Without food and water. Without any way to communicate with their ship. And most importantly, without Zhoryan’s gloves of the unmated. The one item that will prevent testing of mating compatibility. And then they find out why it’s called ‘Ship-Trap Planet.’ Will Zhoryan be able to resist touching this female’s bare skin while being hunted by the psychopath who owns the planet? And will Janet learn to love such an unbearable @$$hole? Because, one touch is all it takes… Author’s note: This is book #5 in the series, but can be read as a standalone. Be prepared to meet new friends and revisit old favorites…

Daxon of Seven is trying to take make it through the first day of a new job. After being kicked out of the Illibrium mines, he’s starting a brand-new career as a Bounty Hunter. And with his ferocious size and mighty fists, he figures he’ll be a great fit. On day one he starts his ship, leaves dock and finds a stowaway. A delicate New Earth female is sleeping in his bunk. Meanwhile, some rich idiot is screaming, red-faced through the holo vid that she’s his bride and he wants her returned, immediately. He should give her back—rich idiot has powerful friends. Except he’s inhaled her scent and he’s 99% certain this tiny human is destined to be his mate. Therefore, this precious cargo is his. And if anyone feels different…they’ll have to go through Daxon first. Author's note: This is book #6 in the series, but can be read as a stand alone. Be prepared to meet new friends, and revisit old favorites.

Waking up in med bay with temporary amnesia is terrible. But Melachine is managing to live through the trauma of memory loss with the help of her doting mate, Kroga of Seventy-Five. He’s vowed to love her with unspoken devotion until days turn into time. And he has. He so has. She’s desperately attracted to this sexy warrior, happily sharing his bunk, and living with him (and their kittens) in the Swirl. He’s told her why they’re hiding on the edge of the universe and why they have to keep their whereabouts secret, but she can’t seem to remember… And then one day a flood of shattering memories invades Melachine’s mind, wiping away the amnesia and turning her world upside down with the blazing light of knowledge. She’s left standing shakily on the bridge, realizing nothing is as it seems. Everything Kroga told her was a lie. But does that include his love…? Author’s Note: This second chance romance is more enjoyable if read as the culmination of the Alien Bounty Hunter series arc. Alien Bounty Hunter Reading Order: Kroga’s Bride: Prequel, available for free with newsletter sign up at link in official url Rayzor’s One Joyzal’s Prize Kayzon’s Wish Syrin’s Mate Zhoryan’s Game Daxon’s Hostage Kroga’s Redemption