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Action/Adventure Scifi | Slow Burn | 30+ Career Heroines | Long Arc Saga

  • She was abducted to save lives. He stole her to save his soul.

    Olivia never expected to be snatched from Earth by a brooding alien commander—let alone asked to help take down the galaxy’s most powerful human trafficking ring. But when she’s thrust into the center of an interstellar sting operation, her mission is clear: teach the commander how to pass as a connoisseur of human pleasure… or risk the operation falling apart.

    Commander Atarian is desperate. His informants are unreliable, his cover is paper-thin, and the fate of countless human captives rests on this one explosive bust. But Olivia isn’t just his only shot at pulling this off—she’s the only thing that’s made him feel alive in years.

    The more they pretend, the more the lines blur. She was supposed to be a means to an end.

    But if Olivia agrees to help… Atarian may not be able to resist his instincts.

  • He’s a commander with a playboy reputation. She’s the secret mate no one saw coming.

    Olivia’s convergence with Atarian was supposed to be private—but fame has other plans. Now, she’s juggling press tours, nosy in-laws, and stolen moments with the mate no one even knows she’s met.

    To the galaxy, Atarian is still the charming, irresponsible flirt. But behind closed doors? Their bond is real, and so is the heat.

    When forged records claim Atarian bought Olivia as a slave, scandal ignites. Olivia and Thel are forced to go public—but not everyone in the clan is ready for the truth. Especially with rising pressure, politics, and a dangerous game of lies unfolding around them.

    As secrets unravel and tempers flare, their connection will be tested. Love might be written in the stars, but surviving this storm? That’s going to take fire.

  • She’s trying to heal. He’s trying not to unravel. And the universe isn’t done testing them yet.

    Dr. Amelia Ahlberg is still adjusting to life off-world after her abduction, doing her best to rebuild a sense of normalcy while learning to practice medicine in a place where nothing—not even biology—feels familiar. But one thing grounds her: her quiet, ever-present alien colleague, Ezraji. With his deep voice, four steady hands, and calm demeanor, he’s the only thing that makes her feel safe.

    Ezraji, however, is anything but steady on the inside. A respected toxinologist with a deadly secret, he’s struggling to hold his mind together. The more time he spends with Amelia, the more desperate he becomes. He knows she flinches at his mane of tentacles, and he knows she’s not ready. Still, he’s willing to wait—and lie—to protect her.

    But when Amelia starts hallucinating and doubting her own sanity, she’s forced to ask herself:
    Is the trauma catching up with her?
    Or is someone—something—manipulating her reality?

    As suspicion grows and secrets begin to fracture their fragile bond, Amelia will have to trust the one being who’s never left her side… or question everything he’s kept hidden.

  • Aavar has had his sights set on Bree Stewart since the moment she touched his tendrils.

    But the tough New Yorker mechanic-in-training rebuffs him at every turn. When he finally gets the chance to take her on a date, he can’t believe his luck. Then the best night–and best kiss–of his life turns into a nightmare as they run for their lives…

    Bree thinks Aavar is a clown.

    Until she sees the dark past beneath his armor. What she thought was empty flirtation turns out to be genuine. Ah hell, now this grumpy bachelorette has no choice but to fall in love. Except they’re shot down in a jungle before she has the chance to tell him.

    Will their hearts survive?

    With Aavar chained up by a psychopath, it’s up to Bree to save the day and convince Aavar is worthy of love.

  • Imani couldn’t hate Vindilus more.

    She has every reason to think the head of security in the human colony is bad news, and she plans on proving it that he’s the big red demon she thinks he is. She’s headstrong and fearless, and she knows she can outsmart him, if she just pushes the right buttons.

    Little does she know, Vindilus is into that.

    Imani has been pushing his buttons, alright. The fierce queen of a human has gotten under his plates and captured his heart in a vise grip. But there’s no way he can tell her that. She hates him, after all.

    So what’s going to happen when she finds out he converged with her by accident anyway?

    Vindilus is ready to grovel for his life... and her love.

  • Fásach doesn’t expect to fall in love when a human clone knocks on his shanty door.

    And when she asks for help, he knows better than to trust her, having just watched his guildmates raid the brothel from which she came.

    But she’s gullible and sweet. He can’t let her disappear into the black markets of the Volcage. She says she can get him and his daughters to the hidden human colony off-world, so he agrees.

    Roz instantly takes a liking to Fásach and his heart of gold.

    He’s a scrawny, impoverished alien with two other mouths to feed, but he’s genuine and perfect just as he is. Then he starts to change for their dangerous journey. For the best chance at survival, he needs to become a predator, and possessing Roz is the fastest way to transition. 

    Roz wants him more than life, but isn’t sure… Is it her own desire or something else? 

    The closer they get to the colony, the brighter their desire will burn. Will it survive Roz’s uncertainty?

  • Her scent was in his lungs before he ever saw her face. Now he’s supposed to hand her over to the enemy.

    Novak Gaul doesn’t belong to anyone—not technically. But the leash around his neck is real, even if it’s invisible. As a free agent under constant surveillance, he’s built a life out of careful neutrality: don’t feel, don’t flinch, don’t fall.

    Then her scent finds him.

    The moment it clings to his skin, everything changes. She’s human. Unknown. Untouchable. And clearly meant to be his.

    He should have run the other way.

    When his handler calls in a favor—one soaked in secrets, politics, and danger—Novak learns the woman’s name is Charlie… and she’s the bait. His job is simple: protect her, deliver her, and let her be taken.

    But Charlie isn’t just a mission. She’s bright, stubborn, and so achingly human that she unravels every wall he’s spent years building. As the trap closes in, Novak is left with an impossible choice: betray the only person who’s ever felt like home… or risk everything—his freedom, his future, and maybe even the fragile peace between worlds.

    Because if he chooses her, the consequences won’t just be personal... They’ll be galactic.

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Abductions | Couple Epilogues | Newsletter Exclusives

  • *This prequel novella is Thel’s POV of Olivia’s abduction in Convergence, ISU Book 1.

    I’m running out of time fast. In order to save the hundreds of human lives enslaved on the Paramour, I need to look and act the part of a seasoned buyer. But my intel is a joke. If I move forward as is, our chances of success are practically nonexistent.

    But I'll do anything to ensure mission success, even if it means committing a capital offense.

    When the abduction of one human is weighed against the lives of hundreds, what choice do I really have?

    I know which human I’m going to steal from Earth: the sharp-tongued behaviorist with piercing eyes. She's the right choice for the mission, but are my motives purely operation-related?

    I won't know if the twinge in my chest is more than that until I meet her face to face.

    Olivia Loxley...

  • Breeding kink and breath play:

    When a pregnant colonist shows up at the clinic, I’m overcome with a startling realization: Ezraji and I are so different. You’d think by now that this wasn’t news, but waking up in his mane each morning has become as natural as breathing.

    I have a secret to share with him, though, and I can’t wait any longer. I’ve been holoshopping for cribs. I know diversification is possible, and I’m excited to discover how our DNA will intermingle.

    But the process will be a true test of will. Because we’re the only doctors in the colony, we have to continue working side by side, even though the therapy I’m on makes me hyperfertile. We’re sick for each other, and can’t scratch the itch until we know diversification has taken hold.

    It can’t come soon enough.

  • Knotting, breeding (w/o pregnancy), toys, it finally fitsssss:

    I come home from my usual patrols to find my mate of two months has been waiting for me with a delicious gift between her legs. When she asks me to give her everything, how can I deny her appetite for more?

  • *This is a Patreon exclusive and will be featured as a minibook special edition in 2026.

    My coil has been sneaking around, the bastard. I’m ready to slay him until I learn that he’s been working triple time to save for a family… And he’s finally collected enough tips from his Chippendale window washer act for us to make an appointment.

    Turns out the union has resorts for parents-to-be. Who knew?! We set off expecting the honeymoon of our dreams. How does it go for us, you ask?

    Mayhem. Threats of murder. Pyrotechnics… You know, normal honeymoon things.

    If we survive this insurance nightmare, maybe we’ll get to return home from our vacation with something precious.

“Small Colony” Scifi | Slow Burn | Ethnic & Age Diversity | Standalones

  • Omi Shaw wants two things: her hair shop to be safe from the impending wet season, and a space chicken.

    She also wants her family back. So three things, actually.

    But that last one, she can't have. Not as a human refugee on the alien moon Yaspur. Though accepting that she'll never set foot on Jamaican soil again has been hard, she's determined to carve out a life worth living. When new alien refugees are introduced to the colony through a work integration program, she hires someone to help her realize her dreams.

    She expects him to build a roof and a floor, maybe even a chicken coop, if the rains hold out long enough. But his mane... it's beautiful. She wants to get her hands on it, style it, find her passion for hair again. She's left a lot behind, but Siatesh might be able to fill that void himself...

    Siatesh wants two things: to escape his lost soul contract and to stay out of trouble.

    He also wants Omi Shaw. So three things, actually.

    But that last one, he can't have. All his life, he's been a ruthless, shadowy instrument at the beck and call of his masters. He's honed to have no opinion, no future, no attachments. Family? Forgotten. Childhood? Traumatic. Love? Terrifying.

    Omi recognizes him, though, in a way that no one else ever has. While others see a suspicious criminal, she sees a man terrified of ever losing his autonomy again. But maybe he wants to lose himself... Maybe Omi is the trust fall he needs to find a reason to live.

  • Tinsley needs a holiday. Tinsley is a pastry chef stuck on an alien planet where cooked food is printed piping hot and perfect every time. Where's the fun in that? The artistry? The sense of family and community?

    When snow caps the distant mountains, she decides it's high time for some community-building festivities. No one throws a holiday bash like a Canadian, after all. But in order to do it, she'll need some serious help, and she's willing to do anything to bring some Christmas cheer to Renata.

    Hunar Fareshi needs a break. He's the chief engineer in the human colony, aging out of the dating scene and struggling to make ends meet while he provides for his children from afar. And the "fresh start" he was promised? Only attainable if he entices a human into coiling with him. How is he supposed to do that when he's three times their age and seen as the colony skhrooj?

    The end of his contract looms mere weeks away. If he's kicked out of the delegation, he'll lose everything: his kids, his home, his savings... When the offensive human with bouncy brown silk offers a solution, he can't afford to turn her away. He'll play nice and make strange decorations until his contract is renewed.

    Then they'll go their separate ways... Right?

  • Jihae is hungry for home. As the colony's first Halloween Festival approaches, Jihae becomes nostalgic for ghosts, ghouls, and goblins. Unlike in the West, South Korea's spookiest season is the dead of summer, once the humid air goes still and the shadows hang heavy in the trees and alleyways... So when she's offered the task of decorating a haunted trail, she takes the opportunity, even though it means she'll be working with the most terrifying creature in the colony: the hellish bilong named Sizzle.

    When he starts haunting her dreams, she blames it on her obsession with supernatural K-dramas. But this taboo infatuation is more than a passing phase. Once Sizzle sinks his teeth into her, she knows he'll never let go.

    Sizzle is hungry for connection. Connectors, actually. Electrical wires, pistons, plasma filters, battery acid... The bilong is insatiable. At least, until he meets Jihae and everything starts to taste like soap. Though he despises the taste of flesh, Sizzle finds that Jihae's scent is the only thing that makes his mouth water. The human woman is causing his instincts to shift in unpredictable ways.

    Unable to get her taste out of his senses, Sizzle does what any apex predator would do. He stalks from the shadows, hunts her scent, and plays with his food until the succulent pitter patter of her little heart makes him drool... Jihae will accept his possessive claim. And he'll make sure she likes it.

  • *This book is currently a serial on Patreon.

    Marcella is fed up. She wants her little colony to feel like a community, and that won't happen unless they build it with brick and mortar. A piazza, a fountain, a restaurant, something. But a self-important prick of the highest order holds the purse strings and won't approve a single project proposal.

    That won't stop Marcella, though. She didn't survive having eight rowdy boys and her own business back on Earth to grow a soft spine in her sixties. She's the Nonna. A woman of action. And Ferulis is going to kiss the ring whether he likes it or not.

    Ferulis is riled up. The biggest pain in his ass is a silver-haired human woman half his size. Not juggling a dozen covert elite operatives with egos the size of a moon. Not jousting with his political rivals. Marcella Bianci. Even just her name makes him snort with aggravation.

    It turns out he's a glutton for pain, though. He didn't survive a space vessel explosion and countless assassination attempts just to get his lunch handed to him by a feisty pest. He's the Intersolar Union's Chairman of Defense. He likes a challenge. Especially if that challenge stomps her foot at him.

  • *This novella is book 1 in Etta’s minibook collection, a series of special editions you can find only on Etsy. The ebook is available on Amazon.

    When my alien best friend invites me to the Festival of Souls, I don’t expect for it to be a mash-up of the Day of the Dead, battle royale, and a you-know-what kind of show. Okay, that makes it sound worse than it is, but still! My introverted heart can only take so much.

    And it nearly pitter-patters right out of my chest when I meet one of the champions that’s going to battle for a mate. Paladus Ferulis looks cold from afar but has a gremlin’s sense of humor. I secretly wish I could drown in his purr, even if I know he’s untouchable.

    But my world is turned upside down in an instant. Thrown to the battlefield, injured and terrified, I can only hope that someone will save me. Will Paladus fight for me? Or will I fall into the hands of a true devil?

Post-Apocalyptic | Mythological Horror Romance | Reverse Harem

  • Ancient, enslaved, a hunger worse than death...

    D'abel has been trapped for centuries by the time a human woman kills his guard.

    And the moment he sees her, he needs her.

    Her flesh within his python fangs, her blood on his scales, her tongue tangled with his...

    He will have all of her. Her violence, her hate, and her soul.

    Compulsive, dangerous, a ticking time bomb...

    Tessa Voss knows that her time is running out.

    Someday she'll make a mistake. Someday she'll kill the wrong person.

    When she finds an ancient creature chained up in the Welsh countryside that says he can help?

    She has no choice but to make a deal.

  • Coming soon…