He's a vicious alien usurper who invaded her colony ship. She's the loyal assistant to the ousted commander's wife. They're not supposed to be doing this.

When Alina Argoud found the invading commander bleeding out on her cabin-step, she couldn't bring herself to finish the job his would-be assassin had started. Threxin is a ruthless alien oppressor, notorious for invading Colossal and nearly expelling all humans into the void. He should be her worst enemy.

And yet she tends to his wounds in the secrecy of her cabin. She kneels at his side, hydrating the glowing blue gashes that trace his chiseled body. She watches with bated breath each time he stirs, unsure whether he'll thank her or kill her when he wakes up.

Now Alina is caught in a web of secrets that deepens by the day. Why couldn't she just let him die? And why, when Threxin finally wakes, can they not simply go back to the way things were?

They're not supposed to be sneaking in each other's cabins at night. She's not supposed to crave the heat of his blazing eyes on her skin, or wonder what the addictive black poison he excretes might taste like on her lips.

But with each encounter, the lines of allegiance blur, and Alina begins to wonder if maybe there's a chance for peace here For something more, for both their kinds.

Or maybe she's just looking for excuses to give in to her darkest desires.

Command: Secret Alien Romance is a steamy exploration of forbidden love that defies the boundaries of species and allegiances. It is the sequel to Colossal: Dark Romance in Deep Space.

In danger, protected by a faceless killing machine. I fight not just for survival, but to keep my heart in one piece.

Tisha Varda is the lone witness against a crime boss who rules the city with an iron fist. When the police fail to stop multiple attempts on her life, she decides she's had enough: she's out. Or she would be, if the cops hadn't forced a masked robot enforcer upon her to make her testify… no matter the cost.

ANSL-5.2, experimental autonomous sentinel, has one directive: Ensure Tisha's ass is in that courthouse to deliver her testimony.

But why did they have to make a killing machine look and sound like… well, that? ANSL-5.2 is the embodiment of a perfect weapon. Huge and decked out in all black armor, its face is shrouded in the void of a full-face visor. Its raspy baritone oozes assertive confidence, designed to intimidate and elicit compliance. It should not be making her stomach clench. And her face shouldn't feel so damn hot each time that visor slants her way across the room.

He's a faceless killing machine sent to keep her in line. Why'd they have to make him so damn sexy?

Rescued by the Robot Enforcer is a steamy sci-fi romance novella featuring a masked robot sentinel transcending his code when faced with the raw depths of human desire.