Ergebnis für "The Bride" in Erstkontakt

Somehow, I knew my name was going to be drawn in the Bride Lottery—the hellish agreement that Earth's leaders had made to sell us to the aliens who protected our planet. I'd grown up with the propaganda. It was our civic duty. Men registered for the draft; women registered for the Bride Lottery. No way in hell was I going to be handed over to some giant man to be brutalized into bearing his children. Instead, I cut out my bio-tracker and walked away from everything. I should have realized they'd send one of those hulking, brightly colored aliens to track me down and bring me back.

There are a million ways to end up in the Alien Bride Lottery, but it takes only one. Every unmarried female human over the age of 21 gets entered once a year. You can also accept extra entries for legal infractions—instead of paying a parking fine, for example, you can request an extra entry. Lots of women do that. I mean, why not? The chances are astronomical that your name will get chosen to be one of the hundred or so women who get shipped off to space every year.

I thought I'd escaped being given to an alien warrior. I was wrong. I was one hour away from washing out of the Alien Bride Games. None of the Khanavai warriors had chosen me, and I was scheduled on the next shuttle off the filming station. Then, a bright red alien passed me in a hallway—and the next thing I knew, we were all over each other. Bad enough that my name had been drawn in the Bride Lottery. Now, even though they're supposedly over, I'm back in the Games. And not the usual ones, either—a whole new set of challenges, just for me. Guess it'll make for good television back home.

When a monstrous alien smashes into the deserted planet we're studying, it's with the raging force of a natural disaster. I'm not sure if he's a dragon, a god, or a man. He's massive and terrible, with scales like emeralds, glowing wings, and only one maddened eye left. In the rush to retreat from this berserk behemoth, my fellow humans leave me behind. But he doesn't. His burning eye lands on me, and it's like I'm the only thing left in the universe. When he comes for me, his body heaving with violence, I know that he will kill me.

Long have we been alone; without brides, without females to warm us during the long nights, without sweet mates. But we see them from afar, the brides that could be ours. Kept away from us by walls and weapons. Females we long for greatly...obsessively. Human females. And the one with red hair? I want her. I saw her first. I will fight to the death for her. She is mine. So, we’ll come together and make an exchange with their men that will benefit us all. After that? To the winner goes the spoil. Let the hunt begin...but the red-headed female is mine.

The alien lord holding me prisoner is the most powerful being I've ever encountered. A winged immortal who can kill with a mere wave of his hand. He's arrogant and alien. Demanding and dangerous. Brutal, even beautiful, though I hate him too much to admit it. He hates me, too. But even though my captor despises me, he needs me. He requires a bride for political reasons, and he makes me an offer I have no choice but to accept. Marry him, play the part of his happy wife, and he'll give me the one thing I want most—my freedom.

One minute, I'm working as a cook, the next, I've been abducted by robocops and sent to a distant planet where I'm attacked by a ferocious beast. Then a seven-foot-tall, blue-skinned alien rescues me with crystal spears slashing. He cuddles me in his arms, and I feel safe for the first time since fleeing my stalker ex. Until he tosses me over his shoulder and takes me back to his clan where he announces I'm his new bride. I'm determined to return home, but there's something about Aizor I can't resist. Am I falling for this musclebound alien with a killer smile?

A stoic Vikir warrior meets his match in a spunky Earth woman determined to show him what he's been missing.

As the first humans allowed in Suevan space, there’s a lot riding on my all-woman team. Earth desperately needs their tech, and I’m determined to prove we can negotiate the price. Without their planetary defense systems, Earth is a sitting duck, ripe for invasion. Except the Suevan culture is nothing like ours. When I take part in what I think is a welcoming ceremony, I leave with more than I bargained for: a husband. A mate. Apparently, we’re there to marry them as payment—something the top brass on Earth doesn’t bother denying. Fantastic.

The Drexian warriors are big, and gorgeous, and tasked with keeping Earth safe from violent invaders. In exchange, Earth has agreed to send a select number of women to their holographic space station, to be the warriors’ mates. Too bad, the women don’t know anything about it. Not until they’ve been abducted, at least. As hot as the Drexian warriors are, not all the abducted women want to take an alien mate. But these warriors aren’t used to being disobeyed. And they aren’t used to feisty human women. Sparks will fly.

The huge alien prince claims I’m his wife—but I’ve never been a good little princess. I’m not about to start now. Stuck in a hot jungle with an even hotter alien is not how I imagined my diplomatic mission going. To make things worse, every conversation is an exercise in survivor charades. I’ve always prided myself on never needing a man, but this planet seems determined to prove I can't live without the massive alien stuck to my side.

Two Zandian Warriors. Their Feisty Human Captive. I can fly a fighter jet in my sleep and kill with the fingers of one hand. I work alone. No being in the galaxy can challenge me - until I tangle with two Zandian warriors. They say I stole their cargo, and they plan to take me to their planet. Make me theirs. Nobody owns me. I’m not going to let these Zandians master me, no matter how sexy and appealing they are. Because I have a secret mission. And if they find it out, my entire life could be over. My name is Mirelle, and this is my story.

I am the only one excited—okay, delighted—at finding myself married to a hulking, alien warlord. I’ve always been into scales and tails, and this big green beefcake is right up my alley. Except, he’s not into me. But I want my fun, and that’s the very least I can get out of this arranged marriage. I’m determined to get my way, and I’m sick of being ignored.

Worn down by war and conflict, Commander Artek and his brothers - the soldiers under his command - have chosen to start a new life on a backwater planet. As hard work and peaceful surroundings start to heal old wounds, he realizes that something - or rather someone - is missing from his new life. None of the human females in the small town on the other side of the mountains appeal to him except for the shopkeeper’s daughter. She’s smart, sensible - and disturbingly attractive despite her shapeless clothes and brusque manner.

The life of a warrior is all Callum has ever known, but after a long, meaningless war he is tired of fighting. Instead, he chooses to accompany his brothers in arms to a new life on a backwater planet and finds an unexpected peace in the hard work of restoring their isolated ranch. When his former commander finds a bride amongst the human settlers nearby, he has no intention of following in his footsteps. He learned long ago that females could not be trusted—not even the deliciously curvy female with the sad eyes who haunts his dreams.

Dorcas knew what she was doing when she volunteered to join the Forward Hope: getting as far away from her past as possible. What she found on board was a purpose and community far beyond anything she'd dreamed of since her escape. Off the planet and surrounded by aliens, she's safe from the machinations of the creature who abducted her years before...or so she thought. When a nightmare from her past threatens to come after her family, Dorcas does the only thing she knows how to do: confront the monster in his lair and pray for a rescue.

Kaelin knows an alien when she sees one. The trick, given her eyesight, is actually getting close enough to see them. She might as well wish upon a falling star! Against all odds, one just walked right up to her and introduced himself as Roger. He's on a mission from Molly, the friend she's traveled halfway across the country to see, with news of her alien ever after and a shopping list. When their hands touch, everything changes. Kaelin has a chance to become everything she ever wished she could be...but it will cost her everything she currently is.

Kidnapped from Earth with my beloved twin sister, Maggie, I'm thrust into the heart of a ruthless alien mining operation. I figure it's over. I'll die soon, and I'll never see my sister again. I'm tossed into a cell with a blue-skinned warrior named Firion. He shows me a symbol on his hand and tells me this means I'm his fated mate. I'm not sure about that, but he's kind and protective, and he tells me we're going to escape. As we work side by side in the mine, our bond deepens, igniting a spark of hope in my heart.

Earth is no longer able to support human life, and trying to scratch out a meager existence is nearly impossible. Hope is reluctantly forced to sign up for the intergalactic brides program. Just as she’s getting desperate, she finds a tolerable species willing to purchase her contract. Because nothing is ever that easy, her ship get hit by raiders, and Hope can’t manage keep her big mouth shut when their alien captors begin tormenting one of the younger women.

Love? That’s not in my script. At least, that’s what I thought before Rah. Rah and his seven feet of broad-shouldered, unreadable, way-too-noble-for-his-own-good self. If someone had told me I’d be stuck on a green desert planet, tangled up in some slow-burn, unresolved-tension situation with him, I would’ve laughed and said that sounds like a bad sci-fi romance.