Risdaverse

Being kidnapped by aliens is one thing. Being kidnapped by aliens and sent to a prison planet is something infinitely worse. Here in Haven's prison system, I'm stranded among strangers, enemies, and the most ruthless criminals in the galaxy. There's no safety for a human woman here, especially not one branded as a murderer. I'm doomed to a fate worse than death. Then, he decides I should be his. His name's Jutari. He's seven feet tall, blue, and horned. He's an assassin and one of the most dangerous prisoners here. He's like no one I've ever met before…and he might be my only chance. This a a standalone story that is marginally connected to the Ice Planet Barbarians series.

To get amnesty on a remote farm planet, ex-con Tassar has to marry an alien–specifically, a strange looking creature called a 'human'. When he sees gorgeous, delicate Leilani, though, all of his plans change. He wants more than just a marriage of convenience. He wants her forever, but only when she's ready. Includes When She's Lonely, a Risdaverse novel.

Life on a farm planet at the edge of the universe can be dangerous for a human woman alone. That's why I need a husband. Any husband. Unfortunately, all the men I approach keep running off. So I hire a bounty hunter to kidnap me someone capable and strong, someone who will scare off the creeps that are trying to move in on my territory. It'll be a marriage of convenience only. I should have been a little more specific about who I wanted, though... because the intimidating and fierce praxiian male that the bounty hunter brings to me? The one with feline features, big arms, and an even bigger... uh, farm? He's the problem I was hoping a new husband would scare off. What am I supposed to do now? (Don't ask him, because all of his suggestions are completely and utterly filthy and have nothing to do with a marriage of convenience.) Contains mature themes.

He's the biggest jerk in the galaxy. I can live with being stuck on the far end of space. I can live with having to spend weeks on an abandoned station in an asteroid belt. Sure, I don't belong, but I've got my book and my eight-legged attack cat with me. I should be fine. I'm not fine. My alien host, Jerrok, is a jerk. He's surly and unpleasant. He hasn't bathed in years. He's part cyborg-and all those parts seem to be falling to pieces. He's the one in charge of this remote station, which means we're forced to interact. It's an absolutely miserable situation for both of us ... ... until I realize that all his anger and bluster is covering the fact that he's thoughtful and understanding. He's protective, too, keeping me safe when the bad guys approach. When I get hurt, he's the one tenderly caring for my wounds. Jerrok is also intensely, utterly lonely, just like me. As time passes, I start to wonder ... maybe where I belong isn't a place ... but a person. Contains mature themes.

I never expected to spend my days as a dancing girl . . . but it beats the alternative. In the window of a filthy space station cantina, I gyrate my hips and hope for better days. When I'm bought by the most intimidating alien on Three Nebulas Station, those better days are on their way. Zakoar of the Broken Back is a cyborg who deals in black market prosthetics. He's terrifying to look at, with a metal jaw and a fearsome demeanor. He intimidates everyone in the galaxy . . . except me. Zakoar doesn't want my name. In fact, he doesn't want anything from me . . . except a little bed sport. In exchange for my willingness, he'll take me to a human-friendly planet where I can live unafraid. Love isn't part of the bargain, but every moment that I spend with him, I learn more about the male beneath the metal . . . . . . and I'm suddenly dreaming of a very different happy ever after for myself . . . Contains mature themes.

Naomi has spent her entire profits from her farm's yield for a fertility shot. She wants a baby to ease some of the loneliness of life at the edge of the universe. Unfortunately for her, the donor she had lined up can't finish the job. What's a lonely, ovulating human to do? This one heads to the Port Custodial office and asks for help from the military custodian on duty. Brawny but awkward Ainar isn't sure why this human is insisting on needing his help for sleeping, but he's happy to assist someone as delicate and pretty as the human colonist. And when he figures out what she really wants . . . well. Surely this is a dream come true. Contains mature themes.

Homesteading on the remote farm planet Risda III can be lonely. So, when I notice that my neighbor isn't doing so well, I ask for help to give her a Christmas celebration to brighten her spirits. Unfortunately, the person helping me is Sinath, the most infuriating male alien ever. He's got a weird sense of humor. He doesn't know what a Christmas tree is. He even tried to exterminate my pet rodent. And he keeps staring at my mouth and yet refuses to kiss me. The nerve. But Sinath is easy to be around, corny jokes and all. He knows just what my friend is going through. And he's a surprisingly good snuggler. This is either going to be a complete disaster... or the merriest holiday ever. Contains mature themes.

After being stolen from Earth, I learned that I could live each day in fear... or I could meet life head, on and unafraid. I chose the latter... Which is why, when I find a terrifyingly huge cat-alien male hip-deep in my favorite fishing spot, I don't run away in fear. I introduce myself. Is it reckless? Sure. But I've never met anyone quite like the feline Hrrrusek. And when I catch him marking my door as his territory, instead of calling for help... I invite him in. Contains mature themes.

Being stolen from Earth has taught me that there's nothing in this universe to be trusted. Not people, not promises. So, I make sure that I'm prepared for the worst at all times. I fill my homestead with pit traps. I make weapons for fun. I avoid my friendly neighbors. And I never leave my house if I can help it. So, when I find a deathly-ill cat alien on my living room floor, I do what any sensible human woman would do. I put a stun-stick to his jock and demanded answers. He should be scared. Terrified. So why is this idiot flirting with me? Contains mature themes.

I am a bashful, dorky human woman-your average refugee on Risda III. Haina is tall, blue, and magnificent. She is effortlessly confident, and her laugh is contagious. I might hide behind the candle section at the store in Risda's port just to get a weekly glimpse at her when she makes her vendor runs. I might be in love with her from afar. Someday I'll get the courage to talk to her. Someday. But fate steps in, and 'someday' turns out to be a lot sooner than I expected. Contains mature themes.

It's lonely for an extrovert on Risda III, the human refuge on the edge of the universe. Maeve craves company and friends, but she knows she can't keep harassing the locals for attention. What she needs is a pet to love on. What she gets is . . . a stowaway. Sorta. Zhur is actually a praxiian prince on the run, and the cat alien needs a place to hide out. Maybe not this place, though, because it smells and it has animals and all his bespoke clothes are missing. He needs to get out of here . . . Except he can't, because he's stranded without a credit to his name. They're going to have to work together to fix things. Luckily for Zhur, Maeve has a plan. Maeve always has a plan. Unluckily for Zhur, most of Maeve's plans are bad . . . And this latest plan ends up with them being married?!? Contains mature themes.

The Alien's Mail Order Bride: Ex-soldier Emvor doesn't mind the quiet of his chosen life as a farmer. He doesn't even mind that most nights are lonely on remote Cassa, but he does need help around his farm. A mail-order bride from his homeworld seems like the perfect solution. Unfortunately, the person that arrives is Nicola. When She's Married: Escaped convict Vordigar has two choices-he can be shipped back to the Haven prison system, or he can marry one of the locals. Vordigar's not interested in forever. Or marrying. But one night in Piper's bed changes everything. Pretty Human: Varrik va'Rin is the lord of an ancient noble house and used to getting what he wants. So when he sees the strange, delicate human known as Milly, he decides he wants her. And he'll do anything to have her, reputation be damned. When She's Bold: Lucy doesn't really need a husband. She just wants one. Rektar is patient, and gentle for all his hulking form. He'd be a great husband. He's also completely clueless that she's flirting with him, so it's time to be a little more... obvious. Contains mature themes.

Payton needs help on her farm. Heavily pregnant from a one-night-stand, she can't manage all the manual labor and is supposed to be on bedrest. An alien man from a cat-like warrior race arrives on her doorstep with an offer to work for room and board. Bodhrri will get to stay on the planet, and Payton will get an extra pair of hands to help out until her babies (yup, plural) are born. Tiny problem-he's the father of her unborn children and he had no idea until now she was pregnant. Is this a secret baby plot? (No, it's secret BABIES.)

Pamela loves her job on Risda III-as cook to Lord and Lady va'Rin, she is responsible for creating delicious meals. What better way to show her appreciation for her new life than a Thanksgiving feast? Alien guardsman Toghar has adored Pamela in silence for years now. Is today the day to speak up? Or should he wait until she stops shoving her hand into that dead bird on the counter? Will the holidays bring these two together? (The answer is yes, of course.) This is a short, stand-alone story set in the Risdaverse featuring a human woman, an alien hero who has no idea what Thanksgiving is, and some stuff that probably shouldn't happen in a kitchen, but does anyhow. Contains mature themes.

Five years ago, an alien saved me from a cruel master. He rescued me and I fell in love instantly, only for him to turn around and dump me on Risda III. I both love and hate him for that choice. I've moved on and created a life for myself on this strange alien planet amongst the other refugee humans. I create things for them out of scrap, things from home, things that humans want, and aliens don't understand. I'm happy enough. But then the alien I can't forget . . . returns. Contains mature themes.