MiariBlue skin. Seven feet. Strapped with corded muscle, the aliens have come again but this time, their king is here and he's watching me with hunger.A hybrid

Lemoran Clan Chief Raingar hated people and places and most of all, things. Everything. Except for the female he stumbled upon at one of those frilly inter-quad

MianDon't run. Don't fight. Just hide. That's all we can do against the Sasor barbarian horde - huge megalithic aliens, born to fight, who can shape shift at wi

He has no idea I can speak his language, or that I know he calls me mine. I'm awoken after a thousands' year sleep to a brutal world ruled by a male who may be

Molly was no stranger to life's little detours. After the last upheaval, she left her family's law firm to become a maintenance technician on the Space Station