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My heart pounded as the slaver dragged me into the cells. After weeks trapped in the bowels of Thodos III, freedom had never seemed so far away. Until he emerged from the shadows. Razov, a Vinduthi on a mission.

I’m an uncontrollable beast that throbs in time with the heartbeat lulling me closer while a sweet, feminine scent overtakes my senses. I’ve never felt this before—a hunger so frenzied that I’m lost to its call. This siren’s song is solely meant for me, and I give in without pause or question.

I swear, one minute I'm dozing off during the night shift—don't judge me—and the next I'm being told I'm Fate Mated to an ancient dragon. An ancient dragon I couldn't help but save when he woke me up out of the aforementioned slumber—again, don't judge me. Now this same ancient dragon is doing everything he can to win me over, because it's up to me whether or not he'll live the rest of his life in agony or bliss. Oh, and let's not forget the fact we're being chased by elves, working with a grumpy Griffin, and have to rescue some poor dragon before an evil corporation kills it.

After weeks in the Esposito Hotel, I now know three things: 1. The Gentlemen are liars. 2. The Trilogy took my sister. 3. My father is insane. I'm on my own again-the spare to the heir, with nothing to lose and no one I can trust. All I care about is finding Sophie, and getting the hell out of St. Adrian. I'm ready to run.

He's a grumpy prisoner of war who won't let anyone around him. She's the ball of sunshine that pushes his boundaries. What happens when she pushes too far? A year of being tortured as a POW has left him lost in his own head. Until she walks in . . . his best friend's little sister. She's full of sunshine and smiles, while he can't stand to be touched, but he still feels drawn to her.

I can't stop thinking about her. We're friends. Best friends. She's the one I can talk to. Guy like me, in this life, that's priceless. Especially since I just was discharged from the military with an injury that's changed my life. She's precious to me, but I can't go there. Right?

He was the only one to survive the blast that killed the unit. She was the only one to survive the accident that changed her life. He was the sole survivor in the attack on his unit. He doesn't believe he should have lived and that is holding back his healing. The survivor's guilt is strong. Fortunately, Mia knows a thing or two about survivor's guilt. He may not want to listen to what she has to say but she isn't giving up on him. When a ghost from his past triggers not just him but her too the amount of strength he has determines who he runs after.

One secret down, only one more to go. This wasn’t the way I wanted them to find out, but the universe doesn't seem to be on my side these days. But now they know both of my secrets.

I need a deal to survive. But all I have to offer is . . . myself. On the station, humans are the lowest of the low. We take whatever jobs we can, scraping just to get by. Comfort is rare. Security a dream. And a real friend? Almost unheard of. So when my best friend goes missing, I'm desperate to find her. But before long my search leads me to the claws of the leader of the Vinduthi cartel. He's terrifying. Utterly ruthless. He'll help me find my friend, but can I pay the price he demands?

Secrets are powerful. And my feelings for this female might be the greatest one of all. Selene might be the only thing I want more than my freedom. Except she's an enigma. A riddle I can't make sense of but want to solve. When I engage her in a battle of wits, the female plays along. Yet I know she's hiding her motives. And her feelings. It's going to be harder than I thought to discover her secrets. Luckily, I'm clever and a master at creating strategies. If all else fails, then I can always resort to using my venom. Goddess, I hope that ends up being the case.

I'm a prisoner of the Atori. And her. There's a pull toward this woman. It's powerful. Formidable. Unbreakable. This tiny human has shackled me. Taken me captive. Taken my mind. My desires. My heart. Will she take my honor as well? Or will my need for her shatter the demons plaguing me so I can finally be free?

She brought me back from the brink of death, only to become my life. The woman is my only connection to what lies beyond this cell. I need her to learn what happened to: My House. My brethren. My brother. Then I find myself wanting her for other things. Things that have nothing to do with freedom. And everything to do with the female.

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. My situation worsens when I learn I'm the prize in some really effed-up alien gladiator games. I'm just going to admit it now—my glass is empty, and this doesn't look good for me.

Rose Shaw has no idea what she wants. She put aside passion for practicality, earning her degree in a subject she likes, but doesn't love. Same for her job as a junior architect. And don't even get started on her personal life . . . been there, done that, got betrayed for her effort. So when sparks fly after meeting a renowned MLB player while on vacation, she takes him for what he is-a homerun in the sack, but nothing more.

This place absolutely sucks, and I've been in some pretty terrible places. I would have run myself through with one of my captor's blades long ago if it wasn't for this innocent creature who's dependent on me. I won't let her down. I can't. But I'm only a human on a planet full of monsters. Until I meet the most deadly monster of them all. He's scarred and wears an emotionless mask, but I can see the simmering rage and revenge underneath it all. I also see a soul needs me as much as I need him.

The Ancients’ world is under attack. The lips delivering this unexpected news to me are even more unexpected. They belong to Lokene, the charming and mischievous young man I fell in love with before my beloved Atlantis sank into the sea. The Ancients have sent him to request my aid because he’s my mate, and they think I will listen to him. Did I mention Lokene is an Ancient? Oh, and he has the ability to give me legs, and take them away, at will. I swear he’s enjoying this. If I could train my great white shark, Sheba, I’d be teaching her to nip his butt.

I'm not a stranger to being behind bars, but this prison leaves a lot to be desired. There are zero communal showers, minimal locking cells, and the other prisoners are extremely hostile. That could be because they are aliens, and this is a prison in another galaxy. Add in the fact that I'm a human female, and my life span has just dropped some serious time. I'm about to go down fighting when a scary blue alien with spikes decides he's my rescuer. Except he doesn't seem happy about my presence and, well, join the club, buddy.

Morgan Shaw is my soulmate. She has no idea how much I desire her to fill the needs I crave. I've dedicated the last four years to learning everything I could about her. If my desire for her ever came to light before she realized how much she loved me, I would be labeled a stalker. Some might find it a little creepy how I watch her every move. I find it exhilarating. I've even uprooted my entire life for her. Now this man has come into the picture and is not part of my plan. I see the girl's heads turn as he walks by, but Ryan Marshall has nothing on me and my love for Morgan.

The only way I've been surviving through the chronic pain of my mutation is the drug, Kixx. I hate what the addiction has done to me, but what I resent the most is that I've had to barter with a lowlife Rogastix for my supply. One day, he shows off his new property-a human female. He makes me a deal to protect her until he can exchange her for a healthy supply of Kixx of which I'll get a lion's share.

As a prisoner in the arena, my greatest battle won't be for my life. It'll be for the heart of a woman. As a prisoner in the arena, my greatest battle won't be for my life. It'll be for the heart of a woman. Once I scented the human, she was mine. Every part of me hungered for her. To touch. To taste. To take. But she belongs to my enemy. Claiming her will cost me. I may sacrifice everything. My revenge. My life. My very soul.