With the way things are going, alien abduction doesn’t sound all that terrible.

Hugo

I’m not saying I’ve thoroughly enjoyed the three years I’ve spent in captivity on a pleasure planet, shaking my money-maker for intergalactic patrons… but, I mean, it hasn’t been all bad. The jelly donuts were a perk. And granted, I didn’t really know what I was signing up for when I agreed to be purchased by the sexy pink shark-man, but things seem to be looking up. Even though we don’t speak each other’s languages, he seems pretty nice—if his sharp-toothed smiles and gentle touches are anything to go by. If only I could get my hands on a translator device so I could ask him what exactly his intentions are. I truly hope I’m not just a pet!

Roark

The moment I set eyes on my fluffy-haired, spotted, little huu-man, sitting so sad in his glass prison, I knew I needed to free him, to make him mine. To rid him of this godawful planet and show him a life outside of gilded cages. But as captain of a space voyager, my missions are dangerous and it will be difficult to keep my small mate safe. He’s so full of life and excitement and curiosity, but he’s also fragile and soft. He must be protected at all costs. And no matter how badly my hearts ache to claim him, I worry if maybe a life with me would just be a different sort of prison.

Sometimes a meet-cute, a long nap, and a sexy-ass bicep is just what the doctor ordered.

Ben Montgomery　I’m not sure if I’ve ever believed in love at first sight. In my forty-five years on this earth, the only sort of love I’ve known is the unconditional, soul-healing kind I have for my twin daughters. But when I meet a sweet, flirtatious man dressed in all black with circles under his eyes even darker than his eyeliner—I’m immediately captivated. Robin Johnson makes me smile more than anyone I’ve ever met. He’s emo-goth and a walking ball of sunshine. He’s giggles and quips and yet deep beneath the surface, he hides an overwhelming sadness. And though I know he’s only in town for a short time, there isn’t much I wouldn’t do to make Robin’s life just a little bit more merry. Even if it means admitting that love at first sight isn’t a fairy tale, after all.

Robin “Trashmouth” Johnson　Years of constant touring, with sleepless nights on the road and in countless hotels has taken its toll on both my body and my mental state. It’s a lifestyle that’s left me exhausted and wrecked, but also afraid to slow down, afraid to stop running. The truth is, I’ve always been running—from my past, from my family, from myself. But visiting my brother, Miles, and his new husband this holiday season in their quiet Vermont town feels like just the break I need to figure out my next step in life. And after a chance encounter with a sexy stranger, who turns out to be more than I ever could have wished for, I wonder if maybe a rolling stone could learn to grow roots.

Maybe he's fast enough to catch you. Maybe you want him to.

Jeffrey

Returning to my hometown, to normalcy, after all I've been through feels strange to say the least. Returning to the friends and family that have all moved on with their lives, while I'm still trapped with demons of my past haunting me, is really the worst kind of torment.

I'm safe now. Lydia, the woman who stole me when I was just nine years old, is in prison. I'm free. But I don't feel free. I don't even know who I am anymore. The child I was is dead and the man I've become is lost.

Mutt

I found him. He smells like soap and oranges…and sorrow and sadness, but he smells like mine all the same. From the first moment I saw him in the parking lot on the side of the highway, with his pretty speckled nose and pouty frown, I knew that fate had gifted me my mate. In the same breath, mixed with the sweet smell of his delectable skin, I also knew that fate had a cruel sense of humor. Because my mate is not a wolf, but a human. And a human cannot save me from the moon mother's curse. And I may not know much about most things, or what the future holds for us, but I know I would trek miles and scale mountains to put a smile on my grumpy human mate's face.

As far as first dates go, you can't go wrong with a moonlit trip to the crematory.

Marshall: I've lived a carefully cultivated life on a quiet suburban cul-de-sac. My anonymity and meticulous routine are all by design. No one knows of the monster that lurks inside me, this insatiable urge to commit murder, that thrives just beneath my pastel sweater vests and buttoned-up demeanor.

No one, that is, until my tiny menace of a neighbor comes along and ruins everything.

Felix Finley and I have nothing in common. He's small and pretty, all friendly chatter and soft features, fair skin and pearly sharp teeth. He's intriguing and I hate it, loathe him entirely. Definitely dont want to kiss his stupid, gorgeous lips.

But late one night, when I witness him dragging a lifeless corpse from his home and across his front lawn, I wonder if maybe Felix and I have more in common than I thought. Maybe Felix Finley needs my help, my expertise, and this is my time to shine. He's batty and wicked in a way I never expected. Because I may have lived years of cautiously concealed truths, but in the wake of Felix's pouty lips and sad eyes, I'm tempted to spill every secret at his feet. And that thought alone, is more terrifying than any monster.