"When the clone pods were abandoned on the ice planet, two of them opened before the others. Corvak, a gladiator and a splice, ran into the snows. He carried Aidy, a confused human woman. They're on the run, determined not to get caught.
Aidy has no idea what's going on or why she's been dumped in the icy mountains. Corvak, however, is convinced this is all one big gladiator game, and one he's determined to win. To do that, they'll have to avoid all the others and survive by any means possible.
Why do they need this parasite anyhow . . . and why do their chests keep humming?
Contains mature themes."
"The Vulture God of Aos needs a partner.
Or more accurately, a watchdog. It's my job to escort him through the phenomenon called the Anticipation. If I make sure he stays alive until the very end, the fates will save my brother's life.
Of course I say yes. Who wouldn't?
I expected Kalos to be repugnant, not an elegant, world-weary man with silvery hair and tired green eyes. I expected him to be cruel and uncaring. As we get to know each other, I find that his caustic commentary shields a soft heart that's been betrayed too many times before.
He's used to everyone hating him. He doesn't know how to handle love, or understanding. He doesn't know what to do when I don't turn away from him, and kiss him instead.
Most of all, Kalos doesn't know that I'm doomed to leave his side, no matter how this ends."
"Valessa is in danger. Her town has been captured by Aventinian raiders, the women taken, and now she's on a ship destined for nowhere good. But when a terrifying, four-armed sea-ogre pirate boards the ships and demands compensation, Valessa's luck changes.
The sea-ogre demands a bride. It's the perfect opportunity for her to escape.
Valessa volunteers. She tells everyone she's very experienced with sea-ogres and knows just how to please them. She's very descriptive about it, too.
Thing is . . . Valessa's a liar.
She's never met a sea-ogre in her life. But it can't be that hard to keep one man-slash-monster happy, can it?"
"Simone loves a good opportunity. When she sees that there's a hole in the market on Risda III for a bakery, she steps in to fill the void. With a cart full of fresh baked goods, she rakes in the credits. Who cares if she doesn't know the difference between a biscuit and a babka? She's got hustle and a winning smile.
Ruth-Ann cares. She cares a lot.
It irritates her that Simone has a baked goods business . . . and that it's succeeding. Does no one else see that Simone's crusts are soggy? Her cookies as flat as pancakes? It bothers Ruth-Ann so much that she makes sure to point out to Simone everything she's doing wrong. Daily.
Simone despises Ruth-Ann and her know-it-all attitude.
It's mutual.
Until the day Simone's cart doesn't show up to its usual spot and Ruth-Ann realizes that she might care a little too much . . .
Contains mature themes."
"In a world of magical artifacts and fantastical beings, a woman with a deadly magic secret needs the help of the minotaur she's trying to forget in the sizzling sequel to Ruby Dixon's New York Times bestseller Bull Moon Rising.
Gwenna has always considered herself a normal person. A former servant, she wants nothing more than to land a steady job with the Royal Artifactual Guild so she can make some steady coin to send home to her mother. She's not special. She's certainly not a necromancer. That would be impossible, given how necromancing (or any 'mancing) is forbidden upon penalty of death. So if the dead keep talking to her? Well, she's going to keep on ignoring them. They're not going to stand in the way of her dreams.
Also standing in her way? One big, arrogant, far-too-flirty Taurian named Raptor. They slept together once, and now he wants more . . . but she doesn't have time for that. Her focus is on being a fledgling, a trainee for the Royal Artifactual Guild. But Raptor won't go away. He's on a secret mission for the guild to find an artifact thief.
Problem is, he thinks the thief is Gwenna.
How can she convince Raptor that he's got the wrong girl when all the signs point to her? And how do you tell a Taurian you can't date him because you hear dead people and it might cost you your life?"
"A'ani clone Aithar has had his heart broken a dozen times on Risda III. No one wants the love he is so very eager to give. But then he meets a human woman named Michaela who runs a dairy farm. She wants to rescue her sister, and to do so, she needs Aithar's help.
He's willing to help . . . in exchange for a date.
Michaela warns him that she's just using him. He's fine with being used, as long as it involves kissing. Lots and lots of kissing.
She's determined not to fall in love. He's just happy to be of service. No commitments . . . right? Right.
(I think we all know how this story goes . . . )
Contains mature themes."
"I feel like an outsider wherever I go. Croatoan, the Icehome Beach . . . neither place is home to me. So when a group heads off to the fruit caves to investigate thievery, I go with them. Any excuse to get away from the beach, where I've made a fool of myself in front of my ex and his new mate.
Things go from bad to worse as I'm kidnapped by strangers. These new people have four arms, long fluffy tails, and arching horns. They aren't like any aliens I've seen before, and they live in the warm caverns below the mountains. They should be the enemy. I should hate them for snatching me.
But the chief's son says I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen . . .
New plan: I romance the chief's son until he frees me. What could possibly go wrong?
Contains mature themes."
"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.
Contains mature themes."
"Overnight, my life has changed to one of sheer survival. I wake up on a strange alien world covered in ice. I have no memories of myself, not even my name.
And I've resonated to the biggest braggart on the planet. Skarr is a chest-beating alpha male gladiator with lizard genetics and an intense case of self-love. He tells everyone within hearing distance how amazing he is. Bleh.
I want nothing to do with him, but according to the khui, we're soulmates. This means we're bound to have babies and live our lives out together . . . forever . . .
Not if I have anything to say about it.
To survive, I'm going to have to figure out who I am, what I am . . . and what to do about the man who won't shut up about how incredible and perfect I am.
It has to be an act . . . doesn't it?
Contains mature themes."
"AN INSTANT NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER
In a world of magical artifacts and fantastical beings, a woman determined to save her family joins forces with an unlikely partner-a minotaur-in this steamy romantasy by USA Today bestselling author Ruby Dixon.
As a Holder's daughter, Aspeth Honori knows the importance of magical artifacts . . . which is why it's a disaster that her father has gambled all theirs away. Now that her family is in danger of losing their hold-and their heads-if anyone finds out the truth, Aspeth decides to do something about it. She'll join the Royal Artifactual Guild and the adventurers who explore ancient underground ruins to retrieve the coveted arcane items.
It's a great plan-with one big problem. The guild won't let her train because she's a woman. Aspeth needs a chaperone of some kind. The best way to get around this problem? Marry someone who will let her become an apprentice. Who better than a surly guild member who requires a favor of his own? He's a minotaur (it's fine) who is her teacher (also fine) . . . and he's about to go into rut (which is where it gets tricky). He also has no idea she's a noble (oops), and he'll want nothing to do with her if he discovers her real identity.
Now Aspeth just has to pass the guild tests, thwart a fortune hunter, and save her hold-oh, and survive a rut with her monstrous, horned husband, whom she might be falling in love with.
It's time to dig deep. Literally."
"It's lonely for an extrovert on Risda III, the human refuge on the edge of the universe. Maeve craves company and friends, but she knows she can't keep harassing the locals for attention. What she needs is a pet to love on.
What she gets is . . . a stowaway. Sorta. Zhur is actually a praxiian prince on the run, and the cat alien needs a place to hide out. Maybe not this place, though, because it smells and it has animals and all his bespoke clothes are missing. He needs to get out of here . . .
Except he can't, because he's stranded without a credit to his name.
They're going to have to work together to fix things. Luckily for Zhur, Maeve has a plan. Maeve always has a plan. Unluckily for Zhur, most of Maeve's plans are bad . . .
And this latest plan ends up with them being married?!?
Contains mature themes."
"I am a bashful, dorky human woman—your average refugee on Risda III.
Haina is tall, blue, and magnificent. She is effortlessly confident, and her laugh is contagious. I might hide behind the candle section at the store in Risda's port just to get a weekly glimpse at her when she makes her vendor runs.
I might be in love with her from afar. Someday I'll get the courage to talk to her. Someday.
But fate steps in, and 'someday' turns out to be a lot sooner than I expected.
Contains mature themes."
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