“Let other people volunteer to be brides and join the alien sausage party,” says mom with a deep frown.
“Okay, first of all, please don’t ever use the term ‘sausage party’ again. And secondly, Mom, my mind is made up. This might be our only chance. I will convince them to cure her. And I will be on a spaceship — with aliens!” responds Maya.
Maya Arnold was leading a normal life, working and helping care for her sister, until the Cerasteans arrived. Offering a cure for cancer if enough women volunteer as brides, Maya jumped at the chance. Saving her sister was her only goal. She never expected to actually fall in love with an alien, or find best friends in the other bride volunteers.
Since the mysterious destruction of Ceraste, Commander D’Avii and the surviving males have been searching the galaxy for a new home. Finding Earth and its women was a miracle. Like most Cerasteans, he finds humans to be fascinating creatures — none more so than bride volunteer Maya. His attraction to her is instant and intense. Still he knows Maya can never choose him, a warrior, with so many higher-caste scientists seeking their own mates. To do so would shame the scientists and tear the last of his people apart. Yet he aches at the loss of something he never even had.
Deadly warrior Darian Falcus leads his army with one unwavering purpose, save his dying people. But from the moment he lays eyes on vulnerable beauty, Abby Sweeny all he thinks about is making her his.
Alone, dying, and far from home, he knows he’ll never experience the joy of taking his destined mate. Even at death’s door, his thoughts wander to the one woman he can’t forget, and the enchanting promise hidden in her kiss.
Abby wants her uneventful, boring life back, but the only man who can help her— the same man haunting her dreams, disappears the moment she steps foot on his home planet. Will she ever erase the seductive solider and his soft lips from her memory. Or is she cursed to relive their torturous kiss every day for the rest of her life?
She's an English lady who knows her duty to the Crown. He's a disreputable, dishonorable and sinfully handsome Irish warlord. When honor and passion collide, who will win their test of wills?
NOT WHAT SHE WANTS…
Katarina of Rardove has safeguarded the Irish barony for England with audacity and sheer will for seven years, bending to no man. But when the worst of the Irish warlords breaches the impenetrable castle walls through trickery, he threatens her personal wall of cool reserve as well.
Aodh Mac Con the most formidable man she's ever met, but the deeper danger of this Irish scoundrel is that only Aodh can see—and appreciate—the deepest, most hidden parts of her. Only Aodh can unleash her secret passions.
Can she stand firm, or will she fall too–straight into his arms?
NOT WHAT HE EXPECTS…
Aodh Mac Con, The Hound, is through serving the English Crown and waiting to be granted the barony he sees as his birthright. After taking control of the remote castle with his bold men, he turns his attention on Katarina, intending to conquer the cool, reserved chatelaine as he's done everything else in his life: by making her bend to his irresistible will.
Can he conquer her in time, before the armies of England come marching, or will the fire that fuels her defiance put everything he's fought for in peril?
There has been unrest among the people for over six hundred years. No one recalls what started the fighting, few recall the proper order of events. Everyone feels the effects of the unrest. Short lived queens and weak magic mean that any newcomer is viewed as a rival, that warriors must defend queens they can barely stand in order to protect the common people.
Aren knew when she begged to go that being finished at the palace was dangerous. Every lady is finished at court, no matter her rank or the worth of her title, and it was the opportunity to escape that Aren had been waiting for. Her plan was simple, keep her head down until her eighteenth birthday and then quietly slip away.
Av had spent almost a decade protecting Em, who he knows isn’t good for his family or the people. But she’s the only one who can hold the throne, a landscape magic which has become absolutely necessary for life to continue. Without a queen sitting the throne the land would fail and the common folk would suffer. With Em on the throne at least, a majority of the people live regular lives.
Despite her best attempts, Aren finds herself in Av’s sights after she takes ill. The warrior’s response to her is an instinctive reaction Aren hadn’t counted on. Aren knows little about warriors, less about magic, and absolutely nothing about the throne.