Fated Mates of the Sea Sand Warlords

"If you should flee, no matter where you run, I will always follow." CECE I thought getting a linguistics degree would land me a decent job, not get me shipped off to an alien planet ruled by barbarian warlords with tails. But that's exactly what happens when my own government kidnaps me, along with a bunch of other women, and drops us on a brutal desert planet in the name of research. But the mission goes wrong. Because of course it does. Soon enough I'm separated from the other humans and stuck with a seven-foot-tall alien warlord who will not leave my side. He doesn't speak English, but his dark eyes and massive body speak volumes. I need him to survive and find my friends. But am I willing to give him what he wants when what he wants...is me? BUROUDEI When I saw the face of my future fated mate in the sacred Lavrika pools, she was unlike anything I'd ever seen. I thought that fate was wrong, or that maybe I'd gone mad. But then when she falls from the sky, crashing into my desert, my fate becomes my reality. She is small, and pale, and fights me every chance she gets. But everything in me calls to everything in her, and she represents the salvation of my tribe. She is mine. I will destroy anyone who tries to take her from me. But what if the one who tries to take her from me...is her?

"They call me the Mad Gahn. But I never felt truly mad until I saw her face..." CHAPMAN So, our mission on an alien planet fell apart before it even got started. Great. Now I'm the only surviving military crew member, leading a gaggle of civilian women in unfamiliar terrain. But it turns out one soldier isn't enough to protect them from the monsters of this planet. Soon enough we're all scooped up by a bunch of alien barbarian warriors with tails. When I meet their huge, red-eyed leader, he wraps his claws around my throat and looks like he wants to crush me. I can only think of one name for him: The Enemy. He's crazy, moody, and his ego is bigger than his whole planet. Everything about him rubs me the wrong way. My defiance is just as big a thorn in his side, if his glares and snarls are anything to go by. We can't stand each other, but for some reason we keep falling towards each other, over and over again. If I hate him so much, why can't I seem to stay away? And when he claims that I'm his mate, why don't I want to run? FALLO There are few women of the Sea Sands now, so the unfamiliar females who appear in the desert are a great boon to my tribe. But their leader, the one with the flame-coloured hair, challenges me at every step, her insolence a hot irritation. I do not understand her nonsense words, but I recognize the hateful defiance in her strange, lovely eyes. It makes me want to punish her. It makes me want to make her mine. She is fire in my veins. A thirst I cannot quench. A beautiful torture. Madness. She makes me feel like I am losing control. She makes me question everything, even my own sanity. Will she finally submit, acknowledge me as her mate, and end my suffering? Or will she throw me headfirst into madness?