Hes the scorching hot naga assassin who needs a fake bridewho am I to argue?

I missed first contact over a century ago, and my guard job on S.C Britannia is no more than pushing buttons. I joined the military for excitement and all I get are drunk idiots and the occasional smuggler to break up the boredom.

Which is why I entered the Starlight Lottery in the first place. A new job and a new life on an alien planet, what more could a girl seeking adventure possibly want?

So I might not have expected an adventure to involve fake marrying a naga assassin who needs me to infiltrate a pleasure planet in order to track down his mark.

And I certainly didn’t expect my new husband to be hotter than hell, with a tail which runs riot in my fantasies. Not that he’s interested in me. It seems his blood is as cold as his reptilian nature might suggest.

Until we have to share one bed and things get heated for the night…

When this is all over, Azul says he’ll pay me well and we can go our separate ways, but after I’ve seen how passionate he can be, I’m not sure it’s going to be possible.

And from what I’ve seen in his mesmerising eyes, I’ve got to hope he feels the same…

Hes the grumpiest alien dragon shifter this side of the galaxy, and the last thing he wants for Christmas is a fated mate.

With my fellow humans all safely coupled up with their Sarkarnii mates, I have a growing problem. Im pregnant.

So I insisted on being left on Kitchik, a tiny planet where the weather has already taken a turn for the worse. As the snow falls and I try to get used to my new existence and impending birth, I run into Drekkan.

Big, bad, fire breathing Drekkan. Hes been marooned on Kitchik for too long and all he wants to do is cause trouble. Plus, he hates the winter solstice celebration which is just about to take place.

Thing is, I love a bad boy, and Drekkan is as bad as they come. But he wouldnt want a pregnant human with no home to speak ofand who loves Christmas as much as he hates itwould he?

Feral and damaged. This alien gladiator has never been kissed.

Blayn is a vicious, dirty fighter in the arena. Picked for his ability to maim and destroy, hes the one gladiator you never bet against.

However, his feral nature has got him into trouble too often, and someone has to get him over his fear of being touched by anything other than a sword, claw or tooth.

That someone is me. Former cleaner in a pleasure house here on Trefa, now expected to help this dangerous gladiator become greater than ever, or else hell lose everything, including his life.

No pressure.

Only Blayn has another side to him, one which reveals itself as were made to spend time together. The damage done to him by those who seek to control him is truly terrible. And his ability to love and to claim me knows no bounds.

I shouldnt fall in love with him because I know what it means for both of us. Escape or death.

And no one has ever escaped the dome.

One billionaire troll, one accidental auction, one huge mistake…

‘Earn extra ￡￡￡ in just one night, human females only.' Never look a gift…troll in the mouth. Or answer a flyer pushed through your door…

Not following my own advice is how I found myself standing on a stage, squinting into a bright light while a monster auctioneer shouts out sums of money the like of which I've never even imagined.

And now I've been bought by the biggest troll I've ever seen, at an auction I shouldn't even have been involved in.

Max offers me a deal, if I agree to spend the month with him as his companion, he'll pay me what I cost at the auction, no strings attached.

He might have the deepest, darkest most sinful voice I think I've ever heard and when he shows me to the most opulent penthouse I've ever encountered, complete with library, I'm more than tempted.

As the month goes by, I find I like spending time with my handsome, built-for-comfort, grumpy troll, who turns out to be far sweeter than his granite exterior implies. Yet, all of this is simply a business arrangement, and I can't forget it.

I'm sure I must have made a big mistake and I'm having second thoughts about the deal. Max offered me a lifetime of ease with his contract, but am I selling my soul…or am I more scared of losing my heart when all of this inevitably comes to an end?

He's the big, bad beast of an alien dragon shifter and he's chosen me as his fated mate.

Battle scarred Drasus is the Kirakos' grumpiest, grouchiest Sarkarnii and he really doesn't want anyone around him. My former job as a doctor means I'm given the assignment to take care of him as he recovers from his wounds.

Does it matter I've only ever treated humans? Apparently not.

Only Drasus doesn't want to be nursed and he's determined to make my life absolute hell, or at least the way he growls at me makes me think he does.

Right up until the point he kisses me…and I like it far too much.

If things couldn't get any more complicated, our kiss means we might be the key to unlocking the star-map which will help the Sarkarnii find what remains of their species. Too bad it also means heading into a life and death mission in the heart of the killer prison maze.

Which is when he goes and loses his memory. Now I have a hotter than hell dragon shifter who doesn't know who he is, but he does know I'm his fated mate.

And he's going to stop at nothing to make me his.

He's an alien dragon shifter hell bent on revenge. Until I'm caught up in his claws. Now all he wants…is me.

Station X42 is a complete dump and I'm stranded on it for what is likely to be the rest of my very short existence. Left here by alien abductors who bit off more than they could chew when they took me, I have to scratch a living with the scum of the galaxy.

When it looks like I might have finally hacked off the wrong species resulting in my early demise, an enormous alien dragon shifter, Drelix, bursts into my life. All seven foot plus of scales, muscles, fangs and claws. Oh, and a tail, can't forget the tail.

Having stolen me away to an uninhabited moon, he proceeds to heal my injuries with his venomous bite, I consent to it, only to find in his world, being bitten by a Sarkarnii means I'm now sort of married to him.

This is not how I imagined my space Tuesday to work out.

I don't want to admit my new alien husband does things to my insides which should be illegal, or that his kisses set me alight in all new ways. After what happened to me when I was taken from Earth, I can't bear the thought of any intimacy.

But Drelix has other ideas, very, very naughty ones too. However, I'm fully prepared to resist him, right up to the point he tells me…

“I eat troublesome females, whole.”

Well, damn. Looks like I'm going to have to up my resistance game, or lose myself to him entirely.

He's a growly alien minotaur who wants more from me than a marriage…

Cleaning out the oxygen scrubbers on the S.C Britannia, the last and only hope for the British nation, is not everyone's idea of a great job, but it's all I've got.

Working as a ‘mudlark' isn't glamorous, but having lost my family I don't have any other options, so I get on with it as best I can.

Until I happen across my boss selling our supplies to an alien troll.

I never thought I'd enter the Starlight Lottery to escape my fate, nor that my selection would be immediate. And then I find out if I want to get away, I have to marry an alien minotaur, who just happens to be a king.

So far, so fairy tale…the catch…King Asteron needs an heir, and he wants to get started straight away.

Welcome to the Starlight Brides – where luck is optional, but the hot alien is guaranteed!

Feral and lethal, this alien gladiator wants only me…

Sylas is the planet's most ruthless fighter, unmatched in the arena and feared by all who come up against him.

Until he meets me. The abducted human forced into servitude and far from home. He growls ‘mine' and I am claimed by a seven-foot wall of scars and sinew.

There is more to Sylas than his chiselled good looks and proficiency with a sword. My proud gladiator is broken in more ways than I thought possible. And he won't stop until I belong to him entirely, even if it means breaking his bonds with the arena.

But nowhere is safe for us, Sylas's owners want him back, and my enemies are not far behind. To truly overcome the arena and the hell our escape unleashes, I'm going to have to do the unthinkable. I'm going to have to give Sylas my heart.

And hope he can protect all of me.