I'm an alien general's pet, but things aren't kinky. He's just addicted to my scent. Trapped here after being abducted from Earth, I'm living better than others from home, but life isn't great. Yes, I'm thankful for the benefits of a beloved pet, but still. Being owned by some odd alien with a pheromone hang-up isn't anyone's dream life. I was hopeful when a sexy hunk of an alien seemed friendly enough to help me. Except, the general's lackey laughed at my request, refusing to loan me keys for a spaceship off this rock. He might look hot and smile at me like I'm a sexy goddess, but since he seems okay with my captivity? I don't like him at all. But, no matter how much I love and hate the guy, I must convince him to help me escape this world.

Ordinarily, opening my front door to two super hot men would be the main event of my life. It's not. Nowhere near close. The hunky Men in Black types are here only because a smaller ship hovered over my farm during a much larger alien abduction event. The flying saucer dropped their cargo and took off, then the men of my dreams showed up. Now, both say I'm their bondmate and want to keep me safe from the alien kidnappers. Men like them are absolutely my fantasy but I'm not sure how they can protect anyone at all when abductions are happening all over Earth. I trust and adore them, but there are limits to what they can do, aren't there?

Being abducted by aliens was bad, but even worse? The UFO I'm in crashes on a rock of a planet. And what's waiting for me in the woods? Yes, still more aliens. Lovely. Cinq might be the hottest man I've ever seen, with brains and arrogance to match. Then, speaking of matches, he's insisting we're fated mates. Like I believe that. Still, he cares for me. His friends hiding out on the deserted planet are decent men, and I could be happy living here in their little band of exiles. Except, when the chance comes for me to leave, I have to take it. Even if it means leaving a man I love behind.

This alien messed with the wrong gal. And now? He's tied up in my mountain cabin. It's been a couple of months since hundreds of thousands of people were abducted by aliens. We were all glued to the news as it happened. Even now, everyone is jumpy when a plane flies a little too low. Hell, or even flies at all. When I spot a guy who looks a little too shiny and strong to be from around here, I panic. Determined to catch and turn him over to authorities, I lure him inside my home, conk him over the head, and tie him up. Which was such a bad idea, because now what do I do with him and why does he keep insisting we're mates?

The Gharian thinks he's disguised and maybe he is to the aliens surrounding us. But I see who he really is. The Vadhmoshi took me from Earth ages ago and sold me to the Kostans. I spent my time being the government's lackey. I did everything the Kostans wouldn't do and the various robots couldn't. In exchange, they kept me comfortable, if at a distance. Not a bad life, considering I'm in captivity. But now with the glut of freshly abducted people from home, everyone thinks I'm one of the Earth experts able to corral and contain them. I'm not and I don't want to be. I've been secretly communicating with the Gharian empire, feeding them information until a virus wipes out my ability. Adrift in a sea of people, I continue on until he arrives. A man pretending to be a Kosta/Ghar hybrid when I can clearly tell he's all Gharian. I’d forgotten how drop dead gorgeous Gharians are and when my system says we’re a romantic match? I won't expose his cover but will expect his help in setting me free from here.

He's an alien prince who insists we're fated mates. I'm a commoner who should help him by staying away, but I can't let him go. Life on an alien planet with an alien prince is fun, even if hints of his playboy past resurface at the worst times. I tag along when his emperor cousin has my self-professed bondmate sent on a diplomatic mission. Not the best idea I've ever had. The enemies attack the royal space yacht, a revolt traps us on the hostile planet, and peace looms beyond my prince's grasp. He calls me his princess, and he's the love of my life, but I don't think we can make the mission or our love work.

He's an alien criminal. I'm an ordinary woman abducted from Earth. I should hate him, shouldn't I? My alien "owners" dropped me off on a deserted planet. Sounds terrible, right? It is or was until an alien scavenger stops by. He's absolutely not from Earth, but he is still sexy as hell. The aliens who abandoned me also set up a leash to keep me here. My new friend is in love with me, calling on people to help us, and now they're here, too. I'm feeling a little crowded, and this entire "fated mates" thing is growing too complicated by the day.