Interstellar Brides® Program: The Beasts

Warlord Wulf thought nothing could be worse than being tortured and contaminated by the Hive. That was before he's ordered to transport to Earth and represent the Colony in an unfamiliar horror... a human reality show. The Bachelor Beast is the hottest new program on Earth, but being set up with two dozen clingy females is not his idea of a good time. When his Beast refuses to show the slightest interest in any of the show's potential mates, he knows he must choose one or die due to his raging mating fever. His Beast prefers execution to claiming anyone but his true mate. Wulf is resigned to his fate, a one-way trip to Atlan, a prison cell, and execution. It is the only honorable thing left to do. Until one glance-one sweet, feminine scent lingering in the air-and his beast rages for a female who is not supposed to be his. But try telling that to his Beast when his entire body transforms on live television and one simple word thunders from his lips... MINE.

An Atlan warlord in mating fever with two choices: Be the latest bachelor beast on an Earth reality television show to find his perfect mate or face certain death in an Atlan prison. Braun's not sure which is worse... until a female enters his hotel suite with towels and cleaning supplies. She isn't part of the television show. She isn't available. She isn't interested in mating with an alien. She isn't his. Try telling that to his beast, because one look at the maid and Braun knows he will do anything... anything, to claim her.

No one denies the beast. I am a Warlord. A beast. An assassin for the Intelligence Core. Even so, I've been sent to Earth for a simple mission: Find a mate. I hold no hope. Who would want me? I'm scarred... inside and out. But one look at the human beauty and there is no question, she's mine. When she is taken from me, I will use all my training to save her from my enemies. Nothing on Earth-or any planet in the universe-will keep me from her. She. Is. Mine.

An Atlan warlord in hiding. In pain. In danger of succumbing to a horrible fever. Only one woman can save him. One. All he has to do is find her before he becomes a Big Bad Beast...

One dance with this "prince" could cost her a job. Her freedom. Her life. Warlord Tane of Atlan is a warrior, not a prince. So why is he wearing these ridiculous white pants and gold-trimmed jacket? And gods help him, why are there hundreds of females in glittering gowns, circling like vultures, expecting him to dance? The human producers of the Bachelor Beast television show thought this would be a good idea; dress up an unmated Warlord like a fairytale prince, invite hundreds of eligible human women to a "Cinderella Ball," turn on their cameras, and record everything. And then he sees her. His mate. The only female who can tame his beast. But... This princess wasn't supposed to be at the ball. A borrowed ballgown. A stolen invitation. A friend in trouble. Everything is going according to plan... until she can no longer resist temptation. Surely one dance won't hurt? Even a dance with a beast.

Adrian Davis thought getting on a real-life, 'beam me up, Scotty', transport pad was adventure enough. Visiting her mother-and the Atlan beast her mom had chosen as a mate-on another planet? Setting foot in an Atlan prison? Completely crazy. Like totally, bat-shit, what-the-hell-was-she-doing-with-her-life crazy. She was supposed to spend a few days wandering around with her twin sister, seeing the sights, expanding her horizons. The trip was supposed to be a much-needed break from the hectic schedule she was keeping in school. She was only nineteen. She had plans. Finish college. Medical school. Husband. House. Two-point-five perfect kids and a golden retriever named Buddy. All that changed with one roar of pain. She heard him. A beast. He was out of control, locked behind an impenetrable wall, alone. Suffering the agony of mating fever. Ready to die. Forsaken. Adrian can't let him go. She will have to fight a centuries old system, warlords on another world, and the beast himself to get what she wants. To save him. To keep him for herself.

Atlan Warlord Velik is hanging on to sanity by a thread. His mating fever rages. His beast fights him every moment. The beast needs to hunt. To kill. To find their mate or surrender to a glorious death in battle. He volunteers for a mission so dangerous; he knows he will not return. Waiting to deploy, he is lost, keeping distance between himself and those his tormented beast could destroy. His fate is sealed... until his beast picks up her scent. Sees her face. In an instant, the beast knows this human woman belongs to him and no one else. No beast has ever claimed his mate, then left her behind. If he survives the mission, he will beg her forgiveness. He must live. He must return to her, even if he suspects the gods themselves want him dead.

Atlan Warlord Kai, Journal Entry 1578, Earth: I've searched for months. My female, my mate, appeared and disappeared like a ghost, a specter who torments me. Her scent haunts me, body and soul. My beast hangs onto control by a thread. Soon I will lose the battle with mating fever and succumb to the savage fury, the agony turning blood to fire in my veins. Soon, not even our mate will be able to save us. Warlord Kai knows his mate is out there, somewhere on Earth. She is alone, hunted by both the Hive and the Coalition Fleet's Intelligence Core. Both want information she is unaware she possesses. Knowing she is in danger enrages his beast, pushes him ever closer to madness. There is nowhere he won't go, nothing he won't do, to find her. Protect her. Claim her. The beast will protect her from friend and foe alike. He knows no mercy, no compromise, no doubt. One look, one touch, one moment spent with the woman destined to be his, and one word repeats like a mantra in his mind … MINE.