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ALIEN BEAST

&n

bsp; He's a war hero.

She's a virgin.

He's broken.

She's perfect.

When he finds her in the midst of an alien war, Luke takes Willow for himself. He can't help himself. He's never taken a prisoner alive before, but Willow is different. He needs her. He wants her. Most of all, he craves her.

Willow is a human who has the worst luck in the world. When the tour ship she's on malfunctions and crash-lands on the wrong planet, she's thrust into the middle of a war: one she has no desire to be in.

Then everything changes.

She's captured by an alien beast unlike anything she's ever seen before.

And the worst part is that after awhile, she's not so sure she wants him to let her go.

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STARBOARD

Christina hasn't had a regular Dom since her husband died in Afghanistan. She's a war widow with a daughter: she doesn't have time for relationships, but she does make time to play.

Christina goes to Anchored to unwind and to have her submissive needs met. Whether she's playing with a Dom or Domme, Christina's partners all know one thing: she's there to serve, not to find love.

It's all fun and games for the Damsel of the Dungeon until a new Dom arrives and he sets his sights on her.

Only, he's not just interested in scening with Christina.

He's interested in everything.

Zack has always considered himself a good lawyer, a loyal friend, and an observant Dominant. When his business partner and best friend, Tony, invites him to visit a local sex club, Zack's ready for anything.

Except the feisty brunette who doesn't want to be taken care of.

After the third time he sees Christina refusing aftercare, Zack decides to do something about it, only Christina isn't like other subs.

It's a good thing he loves a challenge.

CHAPTER ONE

Christina

“ARE YOU READY?” ODESSA’S shoes click loudly as she makes her way across the locker room floor. She’s wearing five-inch bright-red stilettos tonight and honestly, I have no idea how the hell she manages to walk in those things. I prefer to be barefoot, myself, but that’s probably just because I don’t have half the grace Odessa has.

“Just about,” I tell her. “Let me finish my mascara.” I twirl the mascara brush over my eyelashes one last time. I really should invest in falsies, but I’m just not confident enough in my ability to put them on. Besides, the double-dark mascara I’m wearing tonight makes me look incredible.

Kissable.

Fuckable.

It makes me look unstoppable.