Scarred. Stranded. Oh… and in heat. Elli I thought things were a struggle when my insurance refused to pay for my breast reconstruction surgery. But here I am, crashing my omega-classified ladyparts on a planet that makes me do silly things—like dry-hump the big, scaled, growly police officer who pulls me from the wreck. Until the next ship leaves for Earth, I have to embrace my inner omega. Problem is, I barely even feel like a woman. Rhen Having a heated Terran female run away from me during her rescue isn’t my favorite way to end my night shift. My growl improves it somewhat, because now she’s rubbing herself on me as I race her to the emergency intake. When she asks me to help her through her approaching heat, I hesitate. How am I supposed to ease Elli’s fears when an injury robbed me of the ability to purr? Heat for Hire is book one in the Alphas of Nasila series, bringing you a nestful of sweet with all the heat. It features a big, devoted, and caring alien with knot-so-human anatomy. Each book can be read as a standalone, but character cross-overs and cameos make it more fun to read them in order.

Lucy As an omega, I have certain talents—like dripping money from my ladyparts. Selling slick-soaked panties is my way to freedom, safety, and independence. Until a high-testosterone alpha more or less accidentally knocks my bodyguards out. He says I owe him money, but, the way I see it, he owes me a couple of good growls. After all, I have quotas to meet. And if I can get this massive cage fighter to work with me? I’ll get the money for a new nest together in no time. Tjor I make my living in the fighting pits of Taril, where crime runs high, but testosterone runs higher. Omegas don’t come to this part of the city. Except for the crazy one who keeps following me around, babbling something about a business proposition where she should be running from me. The alphas who want a piece of her are aggressive, uncontrolled, dangerous. And I’m the worst of them all.

Baby books never mentioned knotty cravings. Heather What to Expect when the Omega is Expecting warned me about a lot of things when it comes to pregnancy without an alpha around. Never did it mention that I would develop romantic feelings for my balled fist. I need a knot. Or a growl. Hell, I’d do with a purr. So I call the omega distress line, shamelessly taking from the alpha operator what I need. There is some panting involved. Maybe a little yelp. Before I know it, the operator is banging on my door for a wellness check. Oops. Davin As a kinash working the distress line, I purred for many omegas. Never before did I accidentally get one off, only for her to scream and hang up. Concerned, I rush to her den to make sure she’s alright. She’s not. Because she has a dire case of waddling around in compression socks. She wants me to be her surrogate, which offers me half work at full pay. All I have to do is stick around until the youngling comes, and not do anything stupid. Like fall in love with a family. Purr for Purchase is book three in the Alphas of Nasila series, bringing you a nestful of sweet with all the heat. Each book can be read as a standalone, and features big, scaled aliens with knot-so-human anatomy.