Brides to Beasts

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. He will not be civilized! He will not hang balloon valances on windows with pastel hued drapes. He will not dry dishes as she washes them! He will not sweep before he mops the floors! But then, this tiny human woman does something more powerful than a killing blow from an Odex wielding a power-blade. She gets on her tip toes and wraps her arms around me, squeezing herself to me. She coos. And giggles. And kisses me on my nose. And my heart melts for her. Zuvok the Terror? More like Zuvok the Terrier. Damn humans. Contains mature themes.

Probably not a good sign when you start reading the refund policy on your mail order bride ... I had two choices. Go to prison. Or marry an alien. I chose the alien. I shoulda picked prison. Don't get me wrong. He's so ... big. He can lift me with one hand. He's handsome as sin. With a touch that can send any woman into a supernova. I melt from the moment I see him. And not just because his planet is a million degrees. I'm now a Companion to one of the most important aliens in the galaxy. And I have no idea what I'm doing. I can't cook. I can't clean. The only thing I know how to do is ... that thing. But I better learn to keep house fast. Because if I can service all of this alien's outrageous needs I'm in trouble. Why, you ask? Because one thing. You see I never realized in my life of crime and theft. That this alien would steal my own heart. Contains mature themes.

He's a beast who devours. And me? I'm his supper. War tore me from home and dumped me on Novaria. My only hope lies in pleasing a brute. I'm sent to him as a tribute. I have one chance to entice him. Only one shot to win his good graces. The thing is . . . I'm not such an innocent waif myself. I'm used to men who hurt me. That take my heart and rip it to shreds. So the first touch of kindness from this scaly alien has me on edge. What is he preparing me for? How is he going to wound me? We're two twisted hearts. Warped and ruined by a galaxy at war. All we know is death and violence. Maybe there's a good person underneath our hurt. Or maybe we're just all broken. But I know this. Given a choice, there's nowhere I'd rather be now. Than be broken and leashed by my beast. My love. Contains mature themes.