The Warrior Prince's Claim A ship breach at the hands of blood-eyed acquisitioners, a bleeding... thing on the 8th deck disembodied at the hands of a Teleran prince, and the royal warrior's intense interest in forbidden fraternization with the duty-bound Shala puts the voluptuous of officer in a compromising position, even as the prince is sure to be imprisoned for spilling a Tavalar ward's blood. Shala can't wait to get off of Telera One the second it docks and recolonizes the people of the original Telera. Gruff, ornery, and generally suspicious of outsiders, they haven't made her time easy as an officer of the allied forces. So, when their prince is forced to defend himself and nearly murder an intruder, and the captain delays reports of it, she's understandably confused. Especially when despite the no-fraternization rule of the allied forces, she's invited to one of the Telerans' most sacred spirit-revering ceremonies as his esteemed “plus one.” Can she really keep denying how hot the room gets when he enters it, or the not-uncomfortably invasive way he looks at her? And when he goes all in for the claim, will she accept an uncertain future as a princess, in the middle of a burgeoning blood feud with the father of the intruder he bloodied? It seems like a sure dance with the devil; so why is she making her way toward the dance floor... A BBW Science Fiction Romance (with a steamy and irresistible HEA) note: This alien warrior romance is sprinkled with a bit of 'All Hallows' in the form of the Teleran event: Eiowa. Happy Hallow's readers!

Intent on keeping the secret of the blood secure at all costs, Prince Kesh braves a ritual that is utterly forbidden in the eyes of the Allied Forces. It is one that will bring the memotic's form into manifested being with the very power no one outside of Teleran culture can know exists. It will mean escaping the royal pod with the hair he plucked from the head of her corpse. It will mean calling her memotic spirit into his keep. And when he has raised her, it will mean hunting down the fiends who would drain him of every drop of blood in his body, down to the bone marrow to recover the DNA they've stolen, but only if he can undo the programming binding the coil of her consciousness and convince her to lead him to them. Falling in love with her is not a part of the plan. A BBW, Scifi Warrior Prince Romance (set in the world of Starset and The Darkanian's Claim).

An emergency landing in the wrong region soon has Peyton scrambling for resources on an unallied planet she knows nothing about. Worse, when she's forced to leave her drop pod to forage food, an errant step in the draining heat of the dark wilds has her swinging from a tree with both feet caught in the deathgrip of apparently sentient, alien vines. Sure she'll succumb to death by starvation, elements, and even attack, she never anticipates what she wakes up to: a shifter prince, hiding out in the wilds. Gruff and seeming to take little romantic interest in her, the man-bear soon fails to deny the passion burning between them, but will he risk placing her in the crosshairs of the attack he's sure will come when the King's soldiers find them? How can he let her go when he's absolutely sure she's his mate? When there's nowhere to run, the only way is through. With a mate by his side, he can take leadership of his people. Will he face the perils that surround their mating, and claim what's rightfully his? A steamy, BBW, scifi shifter romance