A human female Three vicious alien gladiators fight to the death for their prize. Me. I’m thrown to the one left standing to be used and claimed on the floor of the arena. The winner is a clawed and horned beast who should only frighten me, not excite me. But when his anchor strands attach between my thighs, they vibrate, and I’m seeing stars. An alien king She’s a means to an end. I’ve got to win this fight and claim this prize. I’ve got to please the crowd. If I do it right, I have my freedom, and I can finally go home to be chieftain to my clan. But when I attach to her, my mating instinct rises, and I lose every vestige of control as I take her. I don't understand it, but this human prize is my mate.

A female prize I know I’m going to be claimed on the floor of the arena by a brutal alien gladiator, but does it have to be him? The cocky Lizard King, a showman who seems to act like he enjoys this, parading and preening for the crowd? The one with two penises? But it is him, of course it is, and when he takes me, he’s some odd combination of cruel and considerate, and it’s good—stars, it’s good—it doesn’t have any right to be that good. At least I know our species aren’t compatible. No matter what, we could never have offspring. A ruined fighter This girl is different. I don’t know why. I don’t want it to be true, but there’s something about her. When I have her in the ring, I hope my handler doesn’t notice. He’s the cruelest man I know, and he delights in manipulating me. But no way do I ever catch a break. So, when I climb aboard our ship, he’s got her there, all for me, he says. He has plans for her, to alter her, make her breedable. He’s just the sort of psycho to try to force that. It’ll be fun for him. But I vow I will never touch her again. This steamy scifi romance is for adventurous readers who won’t be troubled by very bad words, breeding kinks, murky consent due to chemically-induced arousal (everyone enjoys themselves, though, I swear), and dark themes as characters are pitted against oppressive, cruel alien overlords. HEA guaranteed.

A female outlaw I hate the Toth, the cruel aliens who rule our galaxy, and Caspe Tetrone does their dirty work. He is my enemy, and any day I ruin his is a good one. Sure, he’s just saved my life from that crazed alien gladiator who was ten hisecs away from goring me, but…this does not mean I’m grateful. It definitely doesn’t mean I’m hot for his tentacles. An alien pirate I hate Sienne Dlach, and I want her dead. Which is why, the minute she’s about to be ripped apart, I step in and save her, at much danger and inconvenience to my life and business. It makes sense, though, I swear, because I, uh, you know, it’s a hate-attraction thing. All I want to do is restrain her with my tentacles, shove the tips in every available orifice, and suction cup all her sensitive body parts until she—Look, I really do hate her, but now we're on the run together from the Toth, engaging in firefights with police ships in space, fighting furry predators planetside, and the thing is... we're kind of a great team. I've never felt anything like this before. Some (idiotic) part of me wants it to be something more than hate sex and near-death escapes, but... Well, that would make me stupid and vulnerable, and those are two things I'll never be. This steamy enemies-to-lovers scifi romance is for readers who want squishy, sleek tentacles shoved deep into—ahem. There are tentacles in this book, and they are used in a variety of creative ways. You have been warned. Also, this story, like its predecessors, takes place in a galactic hellscape of trauma, triggers, and threat.

A human prize I never intended to become trapped on a backwoods planet with a nightmarish, abusive cult, but here I am. I have one chance to escape. I’ll volunteer to be a prize for this underground gladiator fight, be the winning gladiator’s every fantasy, and let him do anything he wants with me. Then I’ll beg him to take me with him when he leaves. I don’t count on him being too honorable to take advantage of me. I definitely don’t count on him killing the cult leader. A reluctant king I don’t know why I killed for her. It’s not the least bit like me. I’m not one for being tied down, not to women, not to responsibilities, not to anything. So, when I find out that I’ve got to stop gallivanting around the galaxy and actually take over my throne? I’m not pleased. She’s… she’s a rebellion. She’s a last gasp at some kind of freedom. She’s an obsession. She’s everything. I’d do anything for her. Kill for her. Lie for her. Lay down my kingdom at her feet. And that? That terrifies me. This scifi romance teases its way around the ideas want, need, desire, possession, and obsession. It touches on risk, consequences, commitment, and the longterm remnants of trauma and abuse. HEA guaranteed, though, never fear. And keep your eyes peeled for a cameo from Caspe and Sienne of Tempted by Tentacles.