She’s a pilot — not a people person . . . What does she know about keeping a bunch of women alive on an alien planet? Even worse, said planet has alien cavemen intent on carrying them off to their lairs to . . . do whatever it is alien cavemen DO to their captives. Yeah, it doesn’t take a genius to figure that out. When the women she’s trying to protect manage to get themselves captured, it’s up to Maeve to track them through an alien forest, with unknown dangers, and rescue them. But she didn’t count on becoming prey herself . . . or the handsome white-haired caveman who came to her rescue—who insists on protecting her even if they don’t speak the same language. Sparks flare and she can’t keep away. What’s a little crash-landed on an alien planet romance going to hurt? But then his lies are revealed and she realises that the stakes are FAR higher than she thought . . . He scares people. He doesn’t protect them. Until her . . . No one goes to Parac’Norr — Not willingly . . . The ‘home’ of the Izaean Berserkers (read exile prison planet they've been dumped on) — is a hard and brutal place where only the strongest survive. Then there’s the Northern Continent . . . where all hope goes to die. When a ship crash lands there with precious females aboard, Raalt, the leader of the Izaea, must race against time to save them. Because the Northern Continent hides the Izaeans’ best-kept secret . . . But he has no choice. Once he hears her voice on the mayday call, he’ll move heaven and earth to find her. She is HIS — and he’ll kill everything on that gods-forsaken continent to protect her if he has to . . . Even if it costs him his sanity and his soul.