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I am Zuvok the Terror. Feared soldier of the Trident Alliance. And I will not do housework! I relish the fury of combat. I love the adrenaline as I kill my enemies. Blood drips from my hands. Until I go too far. So my commanders send me a foe that I never expected: my bride. A comely, curvy, human woman. A princess. She must be insane. She has to be if she agreed to be my mail-order bride. But I don't want a bride. Zuvok the Terror will not be tamed.

Lucy Richardson's bandit sisters may have taught her to sling a gun and pick a stubborn lock, but nothing prepared her for the agony of her first heartbreak. Her sisters taught her to fight like hell for what she wants, and she wants Finn. Finn Taggart is bad news. His dark and tortured past always catches up to him, and Lucy deserves better than to be tainted by his touch. He couldn't have her years ago, and he can't have her now, no matter how enticing she is.

Under the persona of the bandit, Blood Blade, Cilla Richardson robs from the corrupt and gives to the poor. But an accidental kidnapping leaves her with a very handsome captive named Leo Forrester...and an idea to save her town. On the wrong side of the feisty redhead's pistol, Leo reluctantly agrees to help Cilla's cause. But the more time he spends with the sexy thief, the more determined he is to steal her stubborn bandit's heart. But to prove his love, he'll have to save her neck from the hangman's noose first.

Maya Mehta will do anything to save her tiny beloved community theater. Put on musicals she hates? Check. Hire an arrogant former-pop-star-turned-actor? Done. But what Maya really needs to save her theater is Matchmaker Bay's new business grant. She's got some serious competition though: Benjamin Law Lawson, local bar owner, jerk extraordinaire, and Maya's annoyingly hot arch-nemesis. Let the games begin.

I'm a walking contradiction. School principal who liberally drops the F bomb. Fiercely independent yet willing to auction myself off for charity. Serial monogamist who's down for a no-strings one-night stand. Except now I've gone from one-working ovary to coparent in the time it took a stick to turn blue. F. Bomb. Ian Donovan may be a richer-than-hell venture capitalist, but he's no Prince Charming ready to sweep me off my feet. Good thing I don't need him. I've been doing fine on my own for forty years, and I'm not about to start changing that now.

Going into Briarwitch Academy, I wasn't a big fan of supernaturals. But I learned to appreciate something: Other than their magic and unreasonable attractiveness (seriously, it's not fair), they're not so different than humans. There are good ones and bad ones. Currently, I have a bad one locked away. I'm eager - maybe too eager - to pry some answers out of him. I need to know where my babies were taken. I need to know who's killing people on campus. I need to know who's involved in the shady plots surrounding Briarwitch like a fog.

I've stepped onto an alien world to surrender myself to my nemesis. But my captor isn't what he seems. Becoming his prisoner is the only way to save a friend and get closer to my precious fae babies - my faebies. I don't plan on staying in captivity for long, though, because Faith and Abel need me. The history books lied about the Unseelie Court. Strange things are afoot. War is brewing close to the surface. I might even be able to stop it...or start it, depending on my actions.

He's the best bad decision I ever made. It was only one night. A business trip. City lights and passion. Intense. Impossible. He's my boss. Too bad I can't forget the night we spent together in Paris. It's hard enough on my own, dealing with my needy sister and pretending I don't have feelings for Toby. We acted like it never happened. Until I told him about my crazy ex. The one who's coming after me. Speaking of crazy, my hot, delectable boss has the craziest idea. A fake marriage. To him. He'll pretend to be my husband and protect me from my ex.

I had two choices. Go to prison or marry an alien. I chose the alien. I should have picked prison.