My destiny is not to claim a female, to have a family, to be rendered helpless by love. Despite this, I am matched. A beautiful human female is now mine. Despite my warnings, she is determined to leave her mark on me, body and soul. Honor demands I resist. I tell her the truth. I will not place a mating collar around her neck. I cannot protect her—especially from me—my choices—the horrors I face every day. Just one moment of weakness and she gets under my skin, makes me want things I cannot have. She is everything I am not—and the most dangerous creature I have ever faced. Claiming her—keeping her—is not possible with my pivotal role in this never-ending war. There is no place in my duties for desire. For need. Too many innocents count on me for protection. Too many lives are at stake, including hers. The enemy is always ready and waiting, but I never expected her to be among them. For the first time in my hardened life, I question my sanity. My dark soul. I begin to understand exactly what my enemies have stolen from me—and realize there is no limit to what a heartless warrior will sacrifice for love.

#3 Best Seller in Science Fiction Romance #2 New Release Vampire Romance #1 New Release Paranormal Werewolf & Shifter Romance From USA Today bestselling author Grace Goodwin comes a scorching Sci-fi alien romance with a strong, fiercely independent woman running from her past and a scarred, merciless enforcer determined to sacrifice himself to save her. ALL of Grace's novels can be read as stand-alone books with no cheating and always a 'happily ever after'. Mercenary. Enforcer. Cursed. I am not a Coalition fighter. I have no honor. I follow no rules. I am Rogue 5. I am Mikos of Astra Legion. Fate has always been cruel to brutes like me. Exiled from Rogue 5, abandoned by my legion, on the run for a vicious crime, Fate made sure I was captured and tortured by the scourge known as the Hive. I should have died on that Hive prison ship. Instead, a Coalition ReCon team stormed my ship and with them, a female human too beautiful, too fragile, to step near a damaged, unforgiving enforcer like me. Yet the fearless female not only came close, she touched me. The moment I caught her scent, looked into her eyes, I knew she was mine, my mate. A female I could never keep, never bite, never burden, never claim for myself. I would have spared her. Walked away. Until she did the unthinkable. She saved my life, then nearly died in my arms. I had no choice but to bite her, sink my fangs deep, inject her with my essence. Now I’m in her body, in her blood. The most primitive part of me knows she’s mine, and she’s dying, slowly, from my venom. My cursed, hybrid bite. The antidote is on Rogue 5, where I will face the executioner’s blade. So be it. I will never tell my mate the price I pay, but I will save her. If I have to drag her, kicking and screaming, off Battleship Karter, I will. If I must eliminate every Prillon warrior, fighter and Atlan beast on this ship to take her with me, I will. Nothing will stop me. There is nothing I will not do to save her life. The only thing I cannot do is resist. Resist the primal urge to touch her. Taste her. Make her whimper. Make her beg. Make sure that long after I’m gone, she remembers screaming my name. Make sure that long after I’m gone, she remembers screaming my name.