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!