Ella Maven

Penelope: One minute I'm conducting important research on a distant planet, and the next, I've fallen through a crack in the surface and am transported to an underground world with terrifying fanged creatures who want to eat me, an army of feathered warriors who rescue me.

Gar: Anger doesn't even begin to describe how I feel when a fragile female puts herself in harm's way for me. And not just any female—of course she's the one I can't resist. But I don't deserve her, and I'll never bind her to my doomed destiny. Except now she's in danger....

I've never met him before . . . so why do I feel as if I've known him all my life?

I heard about the Kaluma looking for me, and I'm not interested. No way. It's bad enough he knows I'm human, but if he finds out the reason I'm free from my captors, he'll surely lop my head off with his deadly blades.

The job is supposed to be easy. All I have to do is deliver a spaceship of living cargo to the vile Uldani and they'll release my brother. If I fail, they'll take it out on him. Except the cargo is something I've never seen before - human females....

I've heard of the big Kaluma with a spiked bat, so I know evading him won't be a cake walk. As my assassin, he's ruthless. Until he finds out my truth. Now he's sticking by my side, claiming me as his mate, and I can't believe it but . . . I think I'm falling for the cocky alien.

I thought waking up on a spaceship was traumatic. That's got nothing on returning to consciousness while shackled in a cell. The kicker? I'm supposed to be a breeder for the alien in the cell next to me....

My life has never been my own, and that's never been more true than in the Rinian Galaxy. I've always had dreams that led me to believe my life is bigger than being the servant to some snake alien queen, but as each year goes by, I'm beginning to think my subconscious is lying to me.

I'm on a strange planet surrounded by blue aliens and women who clearly have Stockholm syndrome....

I consider myself a true-crime expert. Never let yourself be transported to a second location. Kidnapping 101, right? Well, not on an alien planet apparently. I escaped the pack of blue aliens on hover bikes only to fall victim to even worse aliens....

I'm a glass half-full girl, but this last week has really tested my outlook on life. First of all, aliens exist. Yeah, there's a doozy. Second of all, they steal humans from Earth, and they're not nice about it. Like at all. Anger issues abound in other galaxies apparently....

All my life I've been treated with kid gloves, and I'm tired of it. I want to live up to the legacy of the proud Drixonian females with which I share half of my DNA. There's one thing in my way—a young warrior who knows my secret and threatens to tell my father.

I was odd even before the evil aliens kidnapped me and messed with my brain. Now? I'm even more of a weirdo. I never minded being alone until I found a group of friends who accepted me and who never made me feel like an outcast, even if I had never fully told them the truth about myself.

I'm tired of being scared, but fear is like a constant companion these days. Some big blue alien stole the last of my friends, and now I'm alone as a prisoner on a spaceship on my way back to the planet that stole everything from me.

I'm content to live my life and avoid the one male with the soft voice and all-knowing eyes who has me rethinking that vow. But our peaceful existence is threatened by enemies who want to use my human friends and I as nothing but breeders....

Xavy: Everything about Tabitha tempts me. When I find her as a stowaway on my important mission, I have no choice but to return her to camp. That is, until our return trip doesn't go quite as expected. Now I'm the only thing keeping her safe, and it's not so easy to avoid her now....

The red aliens make me a deal I can't refuse-help them fight their enemies and they'll rescue my friends. I agree to act as bait to lure the blue Drixonian leader. But the heated, knowing look in his violet eyes makes me suspect I made a bargain with the wrong aliens . . .

The blue alien warrior pacing in his cage terrifies me. His long dark hair is wild and messy, and his scarred body looks made for murder. I deliver food to him every day, and I'm sure by the way he stares at me that he'd rather eat me. Yet there's something about him that captivates me.

Mouse: I have no memory or what or who I am, all I know is that everyone and everything is out to hurt me. Hands slap, teeth bite, and boots kick. So when I meet a big, bronzed warrior with blue eyes whose hands are gentle and voice is kind, I don't trust him.

I'm being handed off to different aliens one after another like I'm a dog-eared novel. My latest captors are about to take me off planet when a big blue alien botches the rescue mission. Now we're both prisoners of a fierce lizard species who will let us free on one condition....