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He’s a silent, mysterious, gorgeous warrior. And he’s my only hope. In the span of a few months, I’ve been kidnapped, rescued, then kidnapped again. I was finally getting used to life on this prison planet…until a band of raiders attacked the Voxeran village and stole me away. When one of the Voxeran warriors tried to save me, he was captured, too. Now it’s just the two of us joined together against terrible odds.

When I caught my fiancé cheating on me with my best friend right before our wedding, I thought my day couldn’t get any worse. I was wrong. It got a lot worse. Like, alien abduction worse. Now I’m being held captive by a tribe of fierce alien warriors with striped skin, piercings, and horns. But when the leader of an opposing tribe comes to their village for peace talks one day, he takes one look at me and everything changes.

Ren has to be the grumpiest Voxeran in the universe. So why does his touch light me on fire? With the arrival of a ship from Vox, we’ll finally have a chance to escape Nuthora. Unfortunately, the blue-skinned alien rebel who comes to rescue us is the most frustrating man I’ve ever met. From our very first meeting when he pulls a knife on me, to the pointed barbs we trade back and forth, I think it’s safe to say we don’t like each other very much.

This alien warrior is roguish, charming, and way more experienced than I am. Maybe he’s exactly what I need. All the other women who were abducted from Earth have gotten to make a fresh start on Kalix, but with my overprotective sister always hovering nearby, I feel like I’m stuck in the past - still the naïve little girl Brielle has to look out for. But everything changes when a lost warrior named Zatir returns home. The mate bond sparks between us, and suddenly, my entire world is turned upside down.

In the far reaches of space, you have to keep your guard up to survive. But this gorgeous alien warrior is breaking down my defenses. Three years ago, alien raiders abducted me from Earth. I escaped to a remote trading planet, where I’ve scraped by and kept my identity as a human hidden...until one day, I get caught stealing from a mysterious warrior named Rok. Aliens are dangerous and untrustworthy. Or at least, that’s what I’ve always thought. But Rok is different. Despite being furious that I took something from him, he doesn’t hurt me.

I never meant to get caught stealing a priceless artifact from Lucas Hale, Los Angeles’ most notorious playboy billionaire. And I definitely never expected him to offer me a job as a way to pay off my debt. But if it keeps me out of jail, I can play the role of assistant to this cocky, gorgeous man. It can’t be that hard, right? Even if the chemistry between us is so intense that just being in the same room with him makes my blood heat. Even if I accidentally walk in on him “taking care of himself” during my first week in the office.

Axen fights like a beast. He terrifies me a little. But maybe he’s exactly what I need. As a doctor, I’m used to thinking logically and staying calm even in intense circumstances, so I thought I was adjusting pretty well to life on Nuthora. Then, the universe threw another curveball at me.

They lied to me. They used me. They almost broke me. But I won’t let them win. I should have known better than to trust the Reapers. Should’ve known better than to let myself feel anything for them. Beneath their possessive kisses and stolen moments lurked a dark secret—one that changes everything.

An intelligent, six-limbed beast snatches a girl away from her family. An orphan confronts the darkness in his past, while a menace stalks his small town. A young woman cast into servitude tries to forge her own path in an unforgiving world. And an inexperienced soldier following the path of honor and duty comes face to face with a foe born from his worst nightmares. Seemingly unconnected, this small group of normal folk will fight to survive, for an ancient evil has awakened, and Denoril will need heroes if it is to endure The Winter of Swords.

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’ve got a list of regrets a mile long, starting with the time I went to jail and ending with the fact that not long after I got out, I was abducted by alien smugglers. As if that isn’t bad enough, a split-second decision when their ship crashes nearly costs me my life. And when I wake up after the crash, everything has changed. I’m no longer being held captive by brutal space pirates. Instead, I’ve been rescued by a group of alien warriors called Zivonians. Their leader, Ryven, claims he wants to help me, offering me safe haven on their massive ship.

They hurt me. They fought for me. They claimed my heart. And now it’s my turn to fight for them. I never meant to fall for the three men who were once my enemies. There was a time when I would’ve happily danced on their graves, but now I’ll sacrifice myself to the devil himself if it keeps them alive.

As one of 50 teams, human Sadie and genetically engineered 1213 are thrown together with one mission: outlive the other 49 teams and make it to the finish line. Between brutal competitors, harsh terrain, and deadly predators, the challenge is as relentless as the feral passion and sweet affection that detonates between them after the sun sets each night. Can they put aside their differences, work together, and triumph against the odds?

These stories contain common tropes used within the broader horror genre, as well as some characteristics more specific to the body horror subgenre, including pornography, invasion, contagion, mutation, transformation, disease, mutilation, or other unnatural or violent distortions of the human body.

A gorgeous, cocky alien claims I’m his mate. But will he still want me when he finds out my secret? Ever since I escaped from the vicious Orkun warlord who took me as his bride, I’ve been hiding out on Wauru, doing whatever it takes to survive. I try to keep my head down and avoid drawing attention, but that all changes when I catch the eye of a stunning Kalixian male. From the first moment we meet, something indescribable and intense ignites between us.

These Kalixian warriors may have rescued me from depraved Orkun warlords who abducted me, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to obey their every command. I was a CEO back on Earth, and I don’t take orders from any man. Not even from Malav. Especially not from Malav. Never mind that he’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen — even with his horns and color-changing eyes. Never mind that his prowess in the gladiator ring makes my heart beat faster and my body ache. I refuse to let myself fall for an alien.

Some tales are best told wet, dripping with blood and bowels, like a freshly slaughtered steer, its flesh and organs splayed across the butcher’s floor for all the world to see. Whether reading such stories or seeing such slaughters, the observe, and death is rarely heroic. These eight tales were run through the meat grinder and served-up raw. If you’re going in, bring plenty of napkins.

Damaged is a full-length stand-alone sci-fi romance featuring hot alien gladiators with huge...horns, a vulnerable yet strong heroine, and a wounded warrior hero.

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.

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.