Motok: Undying loyalty. Total obedience. Swift justice. The creed of the Braxtharian Warrior. My task is simple: defend and protect the empire with my life. Sent on a mission to find stolen females and bring them back to my planet, I never thought the one I’d meet would drive my mating instincts to the surface. She’s off limits. Sacred. Pure. Untouchable. But when I’m near her all my control slips away and I fight the urge to claim her as my own. My hearts beat for her and my protective instincts won’t be denied for long. The female is mine. Kerra: My life is in danger. I’ve been attacked by strange alien beings that are obsessed with humanity. Every moment I’m alive becomes a struggle for survival. For days I’ve been followed, and I don’t know who to trust. Everything I believed to be true is a lie. When I’m almost kidnapped, I’m afraid to consider that we’re not alone in the universe. One champion appears from the shadows and saves my life but he’s nothing like I imagined. If I want to survive, I’ll have to trust the sexy alien and keep my distance, but it won’t be easy. No warrior owns me.

Valtus: Damaged. Broken. Scarred. A Braxtharian Warrior built for one purpose: Conquering the galaxies and bringing honor to Vindar. The Braxthar Legion’s Elite Force has been my only salvation. Conscripted into service after I disgraced my family, I live with the guilt and trauma of my past. Undying loyalty. Total obedience. Swift justice. The creed of the Braxtharian Warrior. But when I find a human female taken against her will, My protective instincts rise to the surface and I’ll do whatever it takes to seek justice. Kacie is mine to protect. But my heart knows she’s more. I can’t be the mate she needs. I don’t deserve her. Kacie: I’ve been taken prisoner by alien slavers. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. When I signed up for the Interstellar Space Program, All I wanted was a chance to prove Earth was ready to join the Galactic Assembly. When I’m rescued by a sexy warrior and saved from a terrible fate, I know I have to trust the silver alien with brooding eyes and a thirst for vengeance. My heart aches for his suffering. His scars run deeper than his damaged skin. But my champion doesn’t think he deserves a chance at love. He’s wrong. If we both want to survive, we’ll have to trust one another and confront our deepest pain. I’m not giving up. I’ll fight for Valtus. He may be scarred but he’s not broken. I’ll just have to prove it. When everything has been taken from you . . . all that remains is a cold & calculating vengeance. Some hearts never stop bleeding . . . they're forever SCARRED.

Rexnor: I’ve given up on the search for a mate. As a Braxtharian Warrior my commitment to the Legion keeps our planet safe. I must protect the home world and bring honor to Vindar. When corruption threatens our way of life, I use all my skills to find the one responsible. Everything changes when the feisty human female I rescue resurrects my mating instincts. She’s far too opinionated and bossy. When I’m near her my control slips and I fight the urge to claim her as my own. Even when she tries to resist our connection, I feel her inner conflict. There’s only one choice – convince her of the one thing she doesn’t believe in. Love. Lexi: Earth is in danger. Human women are disappearing and the Galactic Conclave can no longer guarantee our safety. Silver warriors promise protection but I don’t trust the hunky aliens. Danger, lies, and corruption threaten the future for all species. I don’t know who I can trust. When I’m taken against my will, I know I’ll have to choose a side and fight for freedom. One warrior stands above the rest who is willing to lay down his life for my own. Our connection is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. If I want to survive, I’ll have to trust the sexy warrior and believe in something I’ve never considered before now. Love.

One repetitive chant echoes in the corridors of the most dangerous and notorious high security penitentiary on Falcor. RAGE. BEAST. MATE. Three occupied cells. Three unknown males. And they never stop calling out, yearning and aching for their prize. ME. The entire facility is comprised of female inmates. Every last one of us is held against our will. Until the newest prisoners arrive and everything changes. Each day brings new horrors and new ways to torture the inmates. They never told us the truth, never admitted why this facility was built. Destroy Resistance. Assimilate. Reprogram. Breed. No one escapes from DRARB. But I won't be a prisoner forever. I have a plan. And I'm going to use those three brutes to escape from this hellhole. Even if I have to give them everything they want in return.