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RESCUED BY QAIYAAN
His kind can't mate with humans, but when Captain Qaiyaan rescues an alluring female carrying contraband technology, will one searing kiss unleash his raging desires?

RANSOMED BY KASHATOK
Disguised as a boy, Joy boards a ship full of sex-starved aliens -- and catches the attention of the surly, muscle-bound captain. Can she rely on Captain Kashatok to keep her secret… or will he claim her for himself?

CLAIMED BY NOATAK
Banned from military service, Marlis takes a job working alongside a huge, bearded alien with gleaming copper skin and bedroom eyes. She may have just found her dream job -- but there’s always a catch…

CLAIMED BY THE CYBORG
Doug is half-man, half-machine, a prisoner in a corporate lab. Private Attie Swan is a loyal soldier ensnared by fate. When their worlds intertwine, secrets surface that could doom them both.

MATED TO MEK
She’s a telepathic lab experiment with a traumatic past. He's an alien doctor who believed he’d never find a mate. In each other, they find the impossible--love. But can their newfound passion survive the dark truths lurking in her past?

CHOSEN BY CHIGS
When an alien warrior receives a vision from his deity, he's convinced it will lead him to a fated mate among his own kind. But a mission with a tiny human rebel turns to passion, and he starts to question everything he believes.

From RESCUED BY QAIYAAN:

A blast of air swept past Qaiyaan, rattling the flexi-tube as it sucked into the other ship and out the gaping hole in its hull. Concentrating on keeping his feet on the deck, he tapped his temple to activate his cochlear implant and led his crewmen along the flexi-tube into the darkness of the other ship.

Tovik, ever prepared, pulled a floodlight from his belt and slapped it to the inner wall of the passenger ship. The illumination exposed a passenger cabin surprisingly gutted of anything passenger-related. No nav-grav seats for humanoids, no methane tanks for garan’uks, not even any acceleration webbing for yanipa-nimayu. Instead, cargo containers of all shapes and sizes floated freely within the cabin, some cracked open and spilling their contents in haloes around them.

What the hell is this ship? Qaiyaan wondered. He’d been expecting the gruesome sight of space-bloated passengers. Not that he minded this alternative. He reached out and grabbed a floating package of hypodermic needles. Medical supplies?

He exchanged a glance with Tovik, who shrugged. Whatever this stuff was didn’t matter; he’d much rather deal with salable goods than corpses.

Qaiyaan pushed toward the nearest container until he could get a hand on it and shoved the man-sized box toward the flexi-tube, relying on inertia to carry it most of the way. One after another, he moved containers, working until the tinny voice of his First Mate spoke in his implant. “We have incoming on long-range, Captain. Can’t yet tell if it’s Syndicorp, but they’ll be in range for ID in eight minutes.”

Anaq. The corporation had come looking faster than he’d expected. He raised his arm and caught the other men’s attention, circling two index fingers overhead to tell them to wrap it up. The men dropped what they were doing and moved toward the exit.

As soon as the door sealed, blessed oxygen flooded into the bay, but it would be a few minutes before there was enough pressure to breathe. Qaiyaan began securing the containers against the floor’s mag-locks. He estimated they’d emptied at least half the salvage and was feeling quite pleased as his First Mate began accelerating away from the derelict ship.

“Captain?” his medic called from behind a stack of containers.

At that same moment, the First Mate’s voice crackled through the bay’s comm. “Confirmed Syndicorp ship closing in fast. We need to burn, ASAP.”

“We need five minutes,” Qaiyaan said, assessing the remaining cargo.

“Captain!” the medic called again. “We have a problem.”

“What?” Qaiyaan leaned around the corner. Tovik and the medic stood over a cargo box, staring down at a portal in its surface. Blinking red light bounced off both their faces.

Tovik rubbed his hand vigorously across the small window. “Is that a girl?”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Qaiyaan slapped a mag clamp against the container he was securing and stood. “A cryo-pod? Who the hell picked that up?”

“You said grab everything,” Tovik said. He looked up to meet Qaiyaan’s gaze. “Can we keep her?”