He's a beast who devours. And me? I'm his supper. War tore me from home and dumped me on Novaria. My only hope lies in pleasing a brute. I'm sent to him as a tribute. I have one chance to entice him. Only one shot to win his good graces. The thing is...I'm not such an innocent waif myself...

It's probably not a good sign when you start reading the refund policy on your mail-order bride.... I had two choices. Go to prison or marry an alien. I chose the alien. I should have picked prison. Don't get me wrong. He's so...big. He can lift me with one hand. He's handsome as sin, with a...

I am Zuvok the Terror. Feared soldier of the Trident Alliance. And I will not do housework! I relish the fury of combat. I love the adrenaline as I kill my enemies. Blood drips from my hands. Until I go too far. So my commanders send me a foe that I never expected: my bride. A comely, curvy...

I'm a wanted woman. In more ways than one. I was arrested, then imprisoned in cryosleep, and finally rescued by a crew of horned, golden skinned aliens. Now my government has branded me a traitor. Whoever is after me is willing to kill - to destroy anything and anyone in their way. They're...

I woke from cryostasis a prisoner. My crime? I have no idea. I was stuck with a hundred other women, all headed to who knows where. Captive in a dank, dirty cargo hold. Then, out of the darkness, came Solair....

Out in the fringes of known space, there's one hope. He's got golden skin, horns, and eyes that say he wants only me. I'm a greaser girl from Novaria. I know my way around an engine room. And I never got close to anyone. Much less a serious relationship. As for Swipt? The handsome alien pirate...

He's one of the most skilled alien engineers in the galaxy. And he's got my motor running. I can't get enough of Montier. Those broad, golden shoulders and big arms that want to sweep me off my feet.... Those alien bedroom eyes that look into my soul.... Those abs that I want to feast on...

War shaped him into a soldier. His love for me transformed him into a protector. Kintar has had a hard past. I can see it in his eyes. They speak of unbelievable loss and sadness. The life of a soldier. But his chiseled, muscled, alien body is more than a collection of his past. He towers over...

Love isn't real. It's just a biochemical reaction. Right? That's what I've always believed. All my friends falling in love with these gorgeous golden alien pirates? I'm convinced they're just experiencing biological impulses. I mean, I get it. I watch Zander stride through the hallways to me and...