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KRUZE: A hot alien dragonish dude seems to think I’m his mate. No way! Sure, I came to the Driegon Kingdom with the matched brides, but I was hired to take pictures. ALLOR: When an alien duke touches my hand, flames erupt up my arm. Allor says this means I’m his fated mate, but I’m here in the Driegon kingdom to work as a hair stylist. SKOAR: When I’m enlisted to play tour guide to a visiting alien dignitary of the Driegon race, the last thing I expect when we touch is for flames to shoot up my arms.

This deal was supposed to be simple: take a shuttle to the space station; connect with an alien in need of Slaking—their term, not mine. One week between the furs with no hearts involved, something I’m determined to avoid after being burned. I’ll return to Earth, and nine months from now? I’ll deliver a scaly bundle of joy.

I’m pretty sure Teran hates me. Why else would this scarred dragon warrior avoid touching me, talking to me, or being around me? Yet when we’re sent on a quest to find a long-lost cache of precious stones that could save the kingdom, I’ll be flying for weeks in his arms. I have to guard my heart. Otherwise, he’ll break it.

I'm determined to have a child, which means one week in one bed...with an alien. According to the Xilan-Earth agreement, I'll belong to Prince Vikar, a seven-foot-tall, scaly blue alien, for one week. In exchange for giving him whatever he needs, this cocky "prince" assures me I'll return to Earth with a child on the way. But when the space station's attacked and alien spiders try to steal me, Vikar and I must flee. Then he tells me that once we get away, he's not sending me back....

Chosen for the Driegon bride selection, I’m confident I’ll meet the alien of my dreams. I don’t expect to find true love, but it would be nice to find someone special. Three weeks into the program, I’m falling hard for Rashe, a guy who sadly doesn’t notice I exist. Forget happily-ever-after. At this point, I’d settle for friends with benefits. But when someone tries to kill me, Rashe becomes my knight in shining…scales. Can we discover who the villain is before I wind up dead?

An alien warrior has made me an offer I can’t refuse. In exchange, he can do what he wants with me for one week. I want a child, but that’s impossible now that Earth men are sterile. Then, a ping from a distant planet reaches us. Aliens are real, and they’re interested in getting to know Earth women better.

Determined to overcome my scaredy-cat status, I make a dare-me checklist. First on the list? Sign up for the Driegon mail-order bride selection. I didn’t expect to be accepted, or to fall for one of the Driegons—a seven-foot-tall, scaled alien with wings, claws, a tail, and a gruff voice that makes my knees go weak. But when one of my challenges results in Drace and I being captured by a rival alien clan, it’s going to take a big dash of bravery on my part to save us.

When I came to the subterranean kingdom of Driegon as a mail-order bride, I didn’t expect the dragon king to sweep me off my feet, take flight, and claim me as his mate. He says a mythical mating ritual called the Torrent proves we’re fated. Yeah, sure. Then I find out he’s almost engaged. He insists he’ll find a way for us to be together, but I’ve fallen for pretty lies before, and I won’t give my heart again easily.

Kidnapped by four-armed, blue skinned aliens, Isabelle "Isi" is sold to the head of the Al'kieern kidnapping operation. Isi has accepted she'll live and die as a songbird pet to the queen. If nothing else, performing for the Al'kieern beats being sold as a breeder. But a Crakairian warlord storms the Al'kieern compound, determined to destroy everything and everyone in his wake. When he's captured, Isi offers to free him if he helps her get away.

After she's kidnapped by blue-skinned aliens, Taylor escapes and bails from an alien space station in a shuttle she has no clue how to drive. She crash lands on a nearby planet made up mostly of jungle. Once she finds her way off the planet, she's determined to return to Earth. Until Wulf, her Crakairian "mate", comes to her rescue. He says he won't fight her if she wants to return home, but that doesn't stop him from trying to change her mind.

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

When animal-shelter assistant Lily is selected as a mail-order bride in the Extraterrestrial Matchmaking Program, she dreams of starting a new life with her computer-matched alien groom. But on the way to Crakair, she's kidnapped and caged on one of the planet's moons. Her future appears hopeless.

After losing her husband, Sadie is afraid of getting her heart broken again. On a dare, she signs up for the Extraterrestrial Matchmaking Service, and she's paired with Bryk, a seven-foot-tall, scaled alien from a distant world. At their first touch, a gleaming symbol appears on her palm. Bryk tells her it's a matebond, and she's his destined mate. He makes her pulse sing, but does she dare take a chance with someone new?

Burned by an ex, the last thing Evie wants is a husband, especially a seven-foot-tall, green-skinned alien. But when she applies to the Extraterrestrial Matchmaking Service on a dare, she's paired with Vork and sent to Crakair as a mail-order bride. Vork is big and dangerous, and he hits all her buttons. Passion sparks between them, but does she dare trust this sexy alien with her heart?

Desperate to escape the clutches of the alien lizard mafia, I accept a spur-of-the-moment job offer on a distant planet. A monstrous, grumpy alien is building a new home in a distant colony, and he’s looking for an assistant. He needs me to hold his hammer. I get it. It’s a big hammer. He's a lonely barbarian brute with a gruff exterior, but I soon learn that inside, he's hiding a squishy center. When he unexpectedly enters his mating frenzy, there’s no one around to handle the job—except me. He gives me two options: return home or stay and help him with a whole different kind of nailing.

Savvy: A deadly vine is unleashed on our world, scorching everything in its path. The only solution is to pair up with Skydar—a warrior bad boy in major need of a kick in the you know what. He thinks he can settle our rivalry by staking his claim on me...as his fated mate. Skydar: Life would be complete if only Savvy didn’t irk me. But the more we’re together on a dangerous mission, the more I realize my second heart beats only for her. So all I have to do is save the planet...and convince Savvy she’s my fated mate.

Josie: I moved to Ferlaern to find a new life with my daughter. While the other women get all hot and bothered by the alien brutes we move in with, true love is not for me. But Zetar sure makes my face—and other parts of me—zing. And despite the fact that he irks the H-E-double-hockey-sticks out of me, he also makes me dream of what might be hanging out beneath his leather clothing. When I’m kidnapped by the duskhorde, Zetar comes charging to my rescue. He claims I'm his fated mate and that he's here to save me.

When the elderly duchess I cared for dies, her slimy son—my ex—tells me he wants me back. Um, no. I flee, and at the Intergalactic Employment Agency, I'm offered a job teaching an alien warlord sophistication so he can woo a mate at the upcoming Match-Mating Soiree. If anyone can domesticate a brute, it's me. In between teaching Forje how to converse politely and dance without crushing his partner's tail, he shares his battle scars and unusual poetry.

After my ex announces his wedding to someone other than me, I'm eager to leave town. A new life and a new job are just what I need to restore my mojo. On the way to my destination, I overnight at a hotel where edible unmentionables and a tattooed orc construction worker rock my world. I sneak out the next morning, figuring I'll never see him again. Until I walk into my new job. That hot orc construction worker? He's my boss.

To secure a human-fae truce, I'm one of five women traveling to their magical kingdom, where we'll be courted by fae aristocracy. We have one month to choose a husband from among them. Only Elion, the arrogant, beastly ice lord, is forbidden. His torturous scars make the other women gasp. His icy words rip them to shreds. His touch is colder than frost. He lurks in the shadows, never coming out into the light. One stolen moment with Elion, and I'm intrigued. A kiss, and I'll do anything to call this brutishly handsome lord mine.