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One hall pass—redeemed. In college, I made the mistake of falling in love with Ward, who was deep in the closet and terrified to come out to his conservative, religious family. He called me Master. Said he loved me. Said he'd be mine forever. I guess he lied, because he ghosted and didn't even attend graduation.

Dewi Bleacke is the Targhee wolf pack's Head Enforcer. As little sister to the pack's Alpha, her older brothers have demanded she has a froufrou formal wedding. Dewi's only consolation is that it'll be a double ceremony, with Beck and Nami saying their vows, too. As they prepare to head to the pack's compound in Idaho, Enforcer Joaquin Carlomarles shows up at Dewi's front door. Dewi had assigned him to Mexico to get him out of her and Beck's fur, but now he has the head of a drug cartel on his tail, looking for revenge.

Dewi Bleacke is a no-nonsense Prime Alpha wolf. As head Enforcer of the Targhee pack, she's in charge of Florida. Her assignment is to kill a dirtbag who sold his daughter. She doesn't expect to find her handsome, albeit geeky, soulmate in the process. Dr. Heathcliff McKenzie Ethelbert lives a quiet, boring life. A professor at USF, he has no girlfriend, no car, and is a devout vegetarian. So when a mysterious woman with mocha eyes literally drags him out of his booth and then proceeds to have her way with him, it's not his average night out.

Dewi Bleacke's life is complicated enough, between settling in with Ken, her new vegetarian mate, being the Targhee pack's Head Enforcer, and trying to manage daily responsibilities running the extended pack council there in Tampa. Oh, yeah, her brothers insist on a formal wedding.

He wants them. When I first met Kevin Markos, we were both drunk college students at Spring Break. It was a week I never expected, and a week I’d never forget. Especially since I took pictures. Unfortunately, life got in the way, careers got in the way…as did Kevin’s miles-deep closet. I thought the only way I’d ever see Kevin again was on a TV screen.

My name is ShaeLynn Samuels, and all my life I’ve settled for second place to my own mother, who is a political legend in our home state of Florida. So far, I’ve proven myself through several crucibles, and now I’m a US Senator. Many people would be happy with that accomplishment, but not me. Because I want more—I want it all. I’m determined to be POTUS.

I hated the Terran military. I didn’t volunteer, either. Like so many others, I was drafted as cannon fodder in the senseless Terran war against the Algonquans. Now, my entire ship’s been captured. If what we’ve been told about the alien race is true, I’ll never be seen again. I hope they don’t eat me. Turns out the truth is far different than we were led to believe. The Algonquans aren’t vicious, insectoid monsters, either. We’re now their pampered pets…and they’re using us to help replenish their population to win the war.

My name is Kevin Markos, former anchor for Full News Broadcasting. I say former, because an exhaustion—and frustration-fueled emotional on-air meltdown of apocalyptic proportions means my previously dignified reputation and successful career as a highly respected conservative TV news host and commentator lay in smoking, irreparable ruins. Only one person will hire me now, and it's the last person I want to work for—Democratic Senator ShaeLynn Samuels, who's determined to be the next president of the United States. My reluctance isn't because of her, but because of who's working for her.

From birth, my life has been a series of wrong turns and dead ends. Only one person truly loved me, and I walked away from them. Now, they're unavailable. I have a dark soul. That's what I've always been told. Makes me good at my work, though. It's kept me alive, even when I haven't cared if I lived or died. Even when I welcomed death, and it still eluded me. Makes it easy not to get attached. I guess I'm lucky. Until an unexpected reversal of fortune thrusts me into an unwinnable situation. Now, I'm not so sure I want to die.

Behind every good man is a real bastard. Behind every good man is a good woman. That's what they say. They're wrong. Even my wife would agree. The truth is, behind every good man is a real bastard—that would be me. I knew from the day I met Owen that the only way I'd ever get him was to make sure I took whatever it was he loved and wanted most and hold it so close to me that he couldn't help but come with it. He did. And now…now there are people who want to tear the three of us apart.

I kneel for only one man—Carter Wilson, my best friend, chief of staff, and bastard extraordinaire. It's a price I willingly pay to be owned by Her. His wife. Who is also, as of when we were sworn in this morning, my lieutenant governor. I am Owen Taylor, governor of the great state of Florida.

It’s almost one hundred years since The Great Turning, the catastrophic meteor strike that changed the world forever. Russell Owens is a recently discharged New North Americas Army sniper who only wants to return to his home just outside of Yellowstone to resume life with his gentle husband, Ted. Russell doesn’t want to re-up and hates that he had to kill for a living.

Davies McKellan is a man without a true home. The cocky mining contractor navigator has spent his entire adult life roaming the stars and refusing to be tied down by anyone. But that doesn’t come without cost. Like loneliness. When Davies makes his first run to the planet Pfahrn, he meets Olarte, a Pfahrn who intrigues him in ways he never dreamed possible. Except duplicity and deadly secrets are a killer combo that’ll make any man rethink his past. And if the eight-foot-tall green alien is Davies’ future, he might be down for that. He’s got priorities, though.

Simon Quigley had no idea what to expect when he agreed to do this for the money, but the eight-foot-tall pink alien isn't what he was expecting. For starters, Simon's straight. And Mohrn isn't a girl. The contract? It's unbreakable. It's going to be a long five years.

As chief of staff to the governor of Florida, Carter has a well-deserved rep as a bastard extraordinaire. But when he's dealing with two governors for the price of one on Christmas Eve, will the Master find himself outmatched and outmaneuvered by his wily political pets?

Kivia Quigley never expected to be the mother-in-law to an eight-foot-tall pink alien, but she's not complaining. The widow is more than happy to have some joy in her family's life, for a change. And when she meets Dr. Mafer H'looder, a brilliant Veraci scientist, she realizes that, despite their drastic physiological differences, they have a lot more in common than just being able to speak each other's languages.

I never come in second—that's just how my daddy raised me. Except now, I find myself willingly choosing exactly that—being second. Publicly, I might seem to serve at the governor's pleasure, but that's nothing close to the truth. He serves me at mine. Especially the pleasure part. We both serve my husband, Carter. Or, as Owen dubbed him long ago, the bastard extraordinaire. I never knew what I was really getting into when I met Owen and Carter. Maybe it's better I didn't. Maybe I would've run away if I had.