Zane

He is the scandalous lord no one takes seriously, and he’s determined to keep it that way…
Zane’s plan is simple: sabotage his own royal matchmaking by vanishing for a week. All it takes is a few reckless smiles, a little mischief, and a quick getaway with jaded cargo pilot Mercy Webb, who’s willing to haul him to the farthest edge of the sector. Perfect.
No obligations. No scrutiny. No strings.
Until pirates storm their ship and turn his simple game into a fight for survival.
Mercy has no patience for spoiled nobles or the trouble they cause. She survives on grit, skill, and never letting anyone close, not after what her father’s legacy cost her. All she wants is enough credits to keep her ship in the sky.
Instead, she is stuck with Zane: too pretty, too curious, and far too tempting.
Now survival means working together to outwit ruthless pirates and navigate the wildfire chemistry sparking between them. To win this fight, they must risk the one thing they both swore never to give again: trust.

Bound to the Wolf

He hates witches. She hates wolves. Now they’re magically manacled together.

The last place Reece wants to be is shackled to a freaking witch and lost in the woods. It’s bad enough his best friend has fallen for one. Reece wants to stay far away.

But the strange magic binding them together makes that impossible.

And Reece can’t pretend he doesn’t want Delainey so bad it makes his wolf howl.

If they’re going to survive, they need to rely on each other. No pack. No coven. Just a grumpy werewolf and a grumpier witch and an unknown threat assaulting them from the shadows.

Six feet is not enough space to hide an attraction they’ve both been pretending doesn't exist.

Tethered together with nowhere to run and no timeline for when this ends — Reece and Delainey have to reckon with the one problem neither of them can handle.

Temptation.

Remmen: Minotaur Mates

 

I came to Ceres-9 to counsel traumatized alien gladiators, not fall into bed with their mayor.

After my fiancé replaced me with my best friend and my last job nearly broke me, this posting was supposed to be a fresh start.

Then I met Remmen.

A former gladiator turned mayor, with a body built for violence, and the kind of quiet authority that makes everyone around him fall into line. He’s controlled, capable, and devastatingly good at taking care of everyone but himself.

He's also completely off limits.

My contract has one very clear rule: no fraternizing with the men I'm here to help.

If we're caught, I could lose my job, my home, and the only career I have left.

Which would be easier if the way Remmen looks at me didn't make me forget every reason I shouldn't touch him.

Easier if one stolen touch didn't leave me wondering exactly what those enormous hands could do with the rest of me.

And easier if staying away from him didn't get harder every time I discover another piece of the male beneath the mayor.

I crossed the galaxy because I needed a second chance.

Falling for Remmen could destroy it.

But I'm starting to think walking away from him might be the bigger mistake.