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Five years ago, an alien saved me from a cruel master. He rescued me and I fell in love instantly, only for him to turn around and dump me on Risda III. I both love and hate him for that choice. I've moved on and created a life for myself on this strange alien planet amongst the other refugee humans. I create things for them out of scrap, things from home, things that humans want, and aliens don't understand. I'm happy enough. But then the alien I can't forget . . . returns.

Saint's no angel. He's grown up in the south side of LA and now runs it with the help of the Devil's Dust MC. With a loaded smirk and a dangerous trigger finger, any woman would be so lucky to be by his side. However, his past leaves a thick layer of soot of lost dreams and he'd rather live the life of an outlaw than bother with the semantics of questioning them. That is until Piper.

After being stolen from Earth, I learned that I could live each day in fear...or I could meet life head-on and unafraid. I chose the latter. Which is why, when I find a terrifyingly huge cat-alien male hip-deep in my favorite fishing spot, I don't run away in fear.

At a boxing gym in Chicago, Mary Monahan accidentally knocks out the most handsome man she's ever met. After she wakes him up with a few slaps and some smelling salts, the very first thing he does is ask her out for ribs and beer. His name is Jimmy. He looks like a Gillette model. And he's just too hunky to resist. Jimmy "The Falcon" Falconi is mystified that Mary has absolutely no idea who he is. Mystified and refreshed.

I have a job to do: Watch the club princess, don't touch her, then report back to the president of the Devil's Dust MC. But I have to step out of my place as a prospect to save the spoiled brat. She thinks she's cute, trying to tempt me to break her dad's one rule. What she doesn't know is that I'll throw her over my knee and spank the daddy issues from her until she's looking nowhere but at me.

I first met William McAlister when I was just a teenager. He was handsome, had a beautiful wife, and was on the verge of success, having just joined my father as his business partner. Mr. McAlister was full of smooth charm, but back then he was barely a blip on my radar. Just a family friend. Fast forward 10 years: I'm 25-years-old and a single mom trying to make things right for her seven-year-old son. I've made some mistakes, grappled with my demons, and now I'm back in the city of Vancouver, getting a second chance at a better life.

They call me the Devil's assassin. It's true. I have blood on my hands. As the VP of the Serpents, my life is driven by loyalty, honor, brotherhood. Until I see her. Too young, too innocent. Mine to claim. What I am, what I do, can never reach her. My dark secrets are scars I bear alone. I'm torn between my duties and the woman I'll die to protect. Until...they try to take what's mine.

I've heard of the big Kaluma with a spiked bat, so I know evading him won't be a cake walk. As my assassin, he's ruthless. Until he finds out my truth. Now he's sticking by my side, claiming me as his mate, and I can't believe it but . . . I think I'm falling for the cocky alien with glowing blue eyes.

Being stolen from Earth has taught me that there's nothing in this universe to be trusted. Not people, not promises. So I make sure that I'm prepared for the worst at all times. I fill my homestead with pit traps. I make weapons for fun. I avoid my friendly neighbors. And I never leave my house if I can help it. So when I find a deathly-ill cat alien on my living room floor, I do what any sensible human woman would do. I put a stun-stick to his jock and demand answers.

For hotshot quarterback Luke Finnegan, love and chaos are always intertwined, and when he decides he's through with relationships, a blonde artist with pink streaks in her hair convinces him sometimes love is worth the madness.

Isabel: He's dark, rude, brooding and mean - and he's my new bodyguard. My father Oz is the president of the Death Devils MC. He wants me safe, and out of the way. I don't need a babysitter. I've been taking care of myself for a damn long time now. I don't think sexy, alpha Thorn is too excited about it either. But I'll be damned if I'll make his life any easier. I hate him for abducting me. I hate my father even more for thinking I'm some fragile flower. But what I hate most of all is the way Thorn makes me feel when he says dirty, filthy things to me.

I guess I'm one of the last survivors of the human race, and I'm stranded on this hell of a desert alien planet. Sucks to be me. Our ship crashed months ago, and those of us left are struggling to survive the boiling heat in barbaric living conditions. The only reason we're not all dead is one of my friends got knocked up by a native alien, and he lets us live in his ruined city.

I used to pray that I'd find the strength to move on from him, from the pain that the end carried, from the emptiness in my chest, but ultimately move on from the loss of Creed Sullivan and the death of his sister, Cora. The Sullivans had been the best part of my summers in New England. Deep down, I always knew my ache for all that I had lost was the reason I returned...but I hadn't expected to see him again - especially not like this.

You can't outrun your past, a mistake I learned the hard way. Stripped of the last piece of my innocence in the middle of the Californian desert, I waited for death. Then he appeared. My vengeful angel. He's everything I'm not. He's everything I want. He's everything I can never have.

Sam and Mason return to Fallen Crest for a camping trip. They head north, meeting up with a few friends from Roussou and enjoy a night of booze, some leapfrogging, and there's a small therapy session to air out some tension in the group. Empty chair, anyone?

I never expected to spend my days as a dancing girl...but it beats the alternative. In the window of a filthy space station cantina, I gyrate my hips and hope for better days. When I'm bought by the most intimidating alien on Three Nebulas Station, those better days are on their way. Zakoar of the Broken Back is a cyborg who deals in black market prosthetics. He's terrifying to look at, with a metal jaw and a fearsome demeanor. He intimidates everyone in the galaxy...except me.

Abbey goes shopping. Tarak learns an important fact about human female biology. Ami develops new (and somewhat scary) abilities. Oh, and it's Christmas soon. It's just another day in the life of our fearsome Kordolians and their human mates. A light-hearted peek into Tarak and Abbey's new life on Earth.

First came love, then came the NHL, then came Baylor and Jayden with a baby carriage.

It's been years since the disaster that destroyed our lives. Years of me trying to forget everything that happened. Of trying to forget her. I thought I finally had. Now, the only girl I've ever hated shows up in the last place I ever thought I'd see her. This world I live in - the world she's turned up in - it's too dangerous for her. She needs my help, even though she doesn't want it, and I sure as hell don't want to give it to her.

I have one task . . . to steal the dragon lord's magic. Simple. First problem: I'm inexperienced. Second problem: I have to sleep with him to get his abilities. (I probably should've led with that.) As the thrall of a vampire, I'm used to being subjected to another's will. So when they tell me to seek out the dragon lord, I do it to protect my sister's life. Except there are times when I think the savage is more of a danger than the master I left behind. It's not just his threats I fear, but his gentle touches and piercing glances.