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.
And even if your name is drawn, the odds are slim that you’ll match up with an alien who’s looking for a mate.
Most of the lottery-drawn women come back to Earth every year and resume their lives as if nothing changed.
But some don’t.
And no matter what, getting drawn in the Lottery means you have to compete in the Bride Games.
Guess that’s where I’m heading now.
I only hope I can avoid catching the eye of one of the giant, rainbow-hued brutes whose mission is to protect Earth—and who can claim me as a mate.
All because I was Entered in the Alien Bride Lottery…
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What’s a reluctant woman to do when her name is drawn in the Alien Bride Lottery and she has to go join the Bride Games?
Play to lose, of course!
There are about a million ways to end up in the Alien Bride Lottery.
Every unmarried female human between the ages of twenty-one and thirty-five gets entered once a year. You can also choose to accept extra entries instead of dealing with the courts for various 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.
And even if your name is drawn, the odds are slim that you’ll match up with an alien who’s looking for a mate.
Most of the lottery-drawn women come back to Earth every year and resume their lives as if nothing changed. But some don’t.
Some go up to Station 21 to compete in the Bride Games, where they can end up married off to huge, rainbow-hued alien males in search of a human mate.
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I refused to be in the Bride Lottery—so now I’m a runaway bride.
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.
Never did I expect that he’d be devastatingly attractive. Or that we’d have to go on the run from the evil Horde trying to destroy both our planets.
Now that we’re together, can I ever run away again?
And could he really hand me over to the Bride Games to be taken by another warrior?
Because I think I might be falling in love…
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My choice to run to Chicago had been impulsive and last-minute, so there shouldn’t be anything to lead them to me. Whoever they might be.
But as soon as I stepped off the bus, I knew exactly who they were.
They was an enormous, surprisingly gorgeous, hot-pink-skinned Khanavai male with dark hair and overly developed chest muscles—which I could tell because he was shirtless. Possibly because no one on Earth made shirts big enough to fit him.
Startled, I glanced down the rest of him. Apparently, we didn’t make pants big enough, either. He wore what we had all come to recognize as a traditional Khanavai warrior’s uniform. A kilt-like skirt with a belt and a cross strap made out of some kind of leather, decorated with various symbols of prowess in war.
That was another reason I hadn’t wanted to get involved with the Khanavai—they were too warlike. I had been to war zones when I traveled briefly with Doctors without Borders, and I’d seen what war did to people.
I was a healer, not a fighter. I did not want to be involved with anyone who wielded weapons. In fact, I wasn’t even willing to date police officers here on Earth.
No. If I were ever to get married—which I wouldn’t—I wanted someone gentle and kind.
I couldn’t have spent more than two seconds taking in his appearance. But I completely froze during those two seconds, and apparently, that was enough to catch his attention.
Even worse for me, it was enough to catch the attention of another set of multicolored aliens scattered around the station as if they were trying to blend in. Like that was possible, given their size and colorations.
All four of them began to converge on me, apparently tipped off by my reaction to them—which seemed odd, since I certainly wasn’t the only Greyhound passenger staring at the aliens in our midst.
For all I knew, the big pink guy—presumably their leader, given all of the pins and medals and other symbols he wore on his leather cross strap—gave them orders to capture me by any means necessary.
“Shit,” I muttered to myself, ducking into a women’s bathroom directly inside the entrance to the bus station building and hoping it would be enough to keep them from following me.
It wasn’t, of course.
Seconds later, I was surrounded by leering aliens in all the colors of the rainbow.
A monster-hunting assassin teams up with a reluctant werewolf to take down the organization that employed her—assuming they don’t kill her first.
Midnight is the poster child of The Organization.
Or she would be if anyone outside The Organization knew about it.
Ten years ago, The Organization plucked Ilsa Deverell out of the latest in a series of terrible foster homes, trained her up to become the perfect monster assassin, and gave her a code name. Ever since then, they’ve had Midnight’s complete loyalty.
Until now.
Faced with an assignment she can’t bring herself to complete, Midnight begins to question The Organization’s goals and motives—and her own role in fulfilling them.
But no one leaves The Organization. Especially not their best monster-hunting assassin.
In order to go up against the very people who trained her, she must reach out to the monsters she’s spent years hunting.
Eventually, she will have to face the monster she’s become. Assuming she survives the assassins her former employer sends after her.
For now, she’s in a race to uncover the one magical item that can take down The Organization—and she’s running out of time.
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In a galaxy where humans are considered the least of all races, she’ll build a crew that adores her strength and style.
When Lise Klein took over her family’s deep-space salvage company, she never expected to stumble through a wormhole into a whole other galaxy full of strange alien races ruled by a cruel empress.
She learns she’s not the first human to wind up there—but the others were captured and sold as slaves. She’ll have to fight to survive.
All she wants is to find a way home. But when she takes on a crew of alien conmen, she finds something truly worth fighting for.
Now, to stay alive, they may have to free the entire system. Luckily for all of them, Lise may be little, but she’s tough.
Her Alien Crew is a slow-burn sci fi reverse harem romance featuring a fae prince with a giant ego and a smart mouth, an insectoid Chilchek warrior with a sensitive soul, and a mysterious, brooding fighter with the wings of a dragonfly—plus an illegally enhanced AI ship captained by one tiny human with room enough in her heart for them all.
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EXCERPT
“You’re a cheat and a liar!”
I didn’t turn to find the source of the voice. It had nothing to do with me.
After a heartbeat, I realized the translation running from The Bluebird to the communication device implanted behind my ear didn’t come with its usual delay.
“Way to go, Blue,” I whispered. “You’re getting better at this.”
My ship’s AI snorted in my ear. “I didn’t translate that.”
Frowning, I spun around on my too-tall barstool, designed for creatures much larger than any human. In the corner of the spaceport bar, a Chilchek warrior unfolded himself to his full height—easily seven feet, not counting his pincer horns. Those added at least another three feet to his height.
Even in the dim lighting preferred by most of the bar’s patrons, the royal blue of the Chilchek’s chitinous body gleamed, the color a sure sign that he was male. The facets of his eyes twirled in shades of blue and green. He lifted all four of the legs—arms?—attached to his thorax and pointed them at the man he was facing off against.
Man. As in human male.
I gasped, my eyes widening. No wonder Blue hadn’t had to translate his speech.
A series of clicks and snaps came from the mandibles around the Chilcheck’s mouth. A heartbeat later, Blue’s translation came through. You dare dishonor my colony name? I will squash you like the tiny bug you are.
Bug? That was a bit rich, coming from a Chilchek. I bit down on a giggle and leaned in closer to watch the drama unfolding before me.
The Chilchek leaned forward over the table, looming over the man, who glanced around nervously before taking a step back, giving me a clear look at his face.
And oh, my hot, heavenly stars, he was gorgeous.
Not just because he was the first human I’d seen in months and months.
No, he was flat-out handsome. Dark hair, wide luminous eyes, full lips, high cheekbones.
Quit it, Lise, I scolded myself. No matter how long I’d been stuck here, I wasn’t in this freakshow of an alien bar looking to get laid. I needed a crew.
The Chilchek dropped all four forelegs onto the table, scattering the cards and currency that presumably made up the game they had been playing moments before.
Taking another step back, the human finally replied, raising his own arms as if to ward off the alien warrior. “Fine. If you say you weren’t cheating, then there’s no problem. I don’t want any trouble.”
Most of the players had pulled back from the table and were now, along with the rest of the bar’s patrons, focused on the confrontation.
Any second now, one of the two combatants would lunge for the other and the whole place would erupt in fighting. Time to get out.
I tossed some coins on the table to pay for my drink—Blue had translated its name as a Galactic Blaster—and dropped off the stool to stand on the sticky metal floor beneath. But as I turned to leave, I noticed one of the players step in closer to the table. This one looked more human than not, but built on a bigger scale. And with beautiful, multicolored metal wings on his back. He wore an eyepatch over one eye. With his single good eye, he shot a glance at the human, who gave an almost imperceptible nod.
What was going on here?
With an audible screech of his mandibles, the Chilchek scuttled across the table, employing all six of his appendages as legs, his pincer horns snapping closed inches from the man’s face.
Cursing, the human picked up a nearby chair and swung it toward the Chilchek.
The rest of the bar exploded, everyone drunk and itching for a fight.
The butterfly guy, though, took advantage of the distraction and swept all the currency off the table and into a bag.
Another alien staggered back from a blow someone had landed on its face and bumped into me, almost sitting in my lap. I pushed it off me and focused on the two who had started this bar brawl. They were still lunging, but neither had made contact.
This was a setup. They planned it all.
Without stopping to second-guess myself, I ducked and wove through the reeling crowd until I reached the back-entrance butterfly guy had slipped out through.
If my guess was right, I might have just found the crew I’d been looking for.
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When Lise Klein took over her family’s deep-space salvage company, she never expected to stumble through a wormhole into a whole other galaxy full of strange alien races ruled by a cruel empress.
She learns she’s not the first human to wind up there—but the others were captured and sold as slaves. She’ll have to fight to survive.
All she wants is to find a way home. But when she takes on a crew of alien conmen, she finds something truly worth fighting for.
Now, to stay alive, they may have to free the entire system. Luckily for all of them, Lise may be little, but she’s tough.
Her Alien Crew is a slow-burn sci fi reverse harem romance featuring a fae prince with a giant ego and a smart mouth, an insectoid Chilchek warrior with a sensitive soul, and a mysterious, brooding fighter with the wings of a dragonfly—plus an illegally enhanced AI ship captained by one tiny human with room enough in her heart for them all.
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If Miria and Azalea want to save each other, they’ll have to save themselves first.
Azalea Nydira has never been a good liar, but she’ll have to become one to survive being the blood servant of Lord Nero Cineris. For the first time in her life, she’s on her own, without Miria or any other allies. After betraying Nero, she must regain his trust and find a way to gain influence in a treacherous vampire court. With a resistance rising among the vampires of Terra Nocturne, Azalea must decide where her loyalties lie.
If she can turn Nero’s own court against him, can she escape the bond that ties them together? Or will embracing their bond prove stronger than their enemies?
Miria Delien spent her life trying to escape from Terra Nocturne, but now that she’s been exiled, she’s desperate to return. After her bloodlust as a newborn vampire exposes her, she’s on the run, and nowhere is safe. Her only hope to return to Terra Nocturne is to ally herself with a rival vampire clan that seeks to conquer the city and destroy the vampire king. But if they succeed in taking Terra Nocturne away from Nero, their cruel reign over the elven people will be far more sadistic than his.
Is Miria’s thirst for revenge stronger than her desire for justice for her people?
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The Khanavai Warrior Bride Series, featuring the Alien Bride Lottery books, has a brand-new look! Check out the new covers, and read more about Entered in the Alien Bride Lottery below.
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.
And even if your name is drawn, the odds are slim that you’ll match up with an alien who’s looking for a mate.
Most of the lottery-drawn women come back to Earth every year and resume their lives as if nothing changed.
But some don’t.
And no matter what, getting drawn in the Lottery means you have to compete in the Bride Games.
Guess that’s where I’m heading now.
I only hope I can avoid catching the eye of one of the giant, rainbow-hued brutes whose mission is to protect Earth—and who can claim me as a mate.
All because I was Entered in the Alien Bride Lottery…
Fans of Grace Goodwin, Laurann Dohner, and Ruby Dixon will love this steamy new series featuring gorgeous, bright alien heroes and the sassy human women they choose as mates!
Every book in the Khanavai Warrior Bride Games series is a standalone romance. Join these brides as they find a whole new world of happily ever afters.
