Thursday 14 December 2017



What do you do when your planet runs out of women? Send for takeout, of
Joran, Crown Prince of Pyros, needs to claim his mate in order to ascend to the
throne one day. The problem? His destined mate isn’t on Pyros.
When a galaxy-wide search uncovers a backwater world full of potential mates
for Joran and the other unmated males on his planet, plans are set in motion and
Star-Crossed Dating is created. Now, the first wave of men are on their way to
claim their unsuspecting brides. Joran’s mission: Go to Earth, claim his mate
and bring her back to Pyros. How hard could it be?
This book contains a redheaded barista who doesn’t believe in aliens, and a
prince who is used to getting anything he wants without having to work for it...
until now.

What do you do when your planet runs out of women? Send for takeout, of
Vadir has a business empire to run and no time to spare on frivolous endeavors.
So how did he wind up on the far side of the galaxy to claim a mate he never
signed up for? A matchmaking queen and a royal decree, that’s how.
His plan is simple: meet the female, negotiate terms, and leave the primitive
planet of Earth as fast as he can. What could possibly go wrong?
This book contains a bohemian blonde with a hell of a right hook, and an
interstellar tycoon who is about to learn that the best things in life can’t be bought
or sold, they have to be won.

What do you do when your planet runs out of women? Send for takeout, of
Kash knows he’ll never be allowed to claim a mate. A lifetime of military service
has left him too battle-scarred and broken to be considered for the off-world
mating project his rulers have created to save their people.
His job is to make sure the more fortunate males get to Earth to retrieve their
mates. All he has to do is pilot the ship, stay undetected, and keep an eye on
things from orbit. It should be the easiest mission of his career...until he lays
eyes on the one thing he never expected to find. His mate.
This book contains a hopeful romantic who is giving up hope, and a soldier who
is about to discover that love doesn’t obey orders, and it can’t be bound by rules.

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“I read your profile. You’re rich. And you have a job that ensures everyone around you has to do as you say. Your life is very different from mine.”
He stopped walking, perplexed by her response. Most females he’d met liked him because of who he was, and what he could provide them with.  “I’m rich, yes. Why do you say that like it’s a bad thing?”
Shadows darkened her eyes, the effect enhanced by the fact the sun vanished behind a fast moving band of dark clouds at the same moment.
“We’re going to get caught in that rain squall if we don’t move it.” She said.
“Not until you answer my question.”
She glowered at him and yanked her hand out of grasp. “My parents had money. Then my dad died, and that all went away. Being rich didn’t protect us. People like you all share that same belief that somehow your money and influence will protect you. You live in your glass towers and look down on the rest of us, but the truth is you’re as vulnerable to rocks as everyone else.”
“Are rocks a common problem on this planet? Is there a threat from asteroids?” He didn’t mean to say any of that out loud, but her declaration had him confused and irritated.
“It’s an expression. You know, people who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones. And what do you mean, on this planet? What other planets are there?”

The dark alley Lisa had been standing in was gone. Hell, she wasn’t even outside anymore. Wherever they were, it was warm, dry, and brightly lit. Stark white walls curved in a semi-circle behind them, forming a small alcove. Beyond she could see a console full of instruments and two seats. It looked a bit like an airplane cockpit.
Overwhelmed by the number of things she couldn’t explain, she focused on the one thing she could deal with: Vadir.
She jammed her feet against one curved wall of the alcove and shoved as hard as she could. It was enough to loosen his hold, and she pressed her advantage. She pushed, kicked and twisted until he finally released her, though he was careful enough that she landed on her feet instead of falling into a heap on the floor.
“What was that? What did you do to me? And where the hell are we?” She demanded, waving her hands around her in wild gestures. She knew she was losing it, and she really didn’t care.
“That was a short-range teleportation. I brought you to my ship where we can talk without interruption.”
“As much as I wish it were otherwise, teleportation is not a real thing.” She poked her index finger into the rock-hard planes of his chest. “Try again. And this time don’t use any words you learned from watching Star Trek or Harry Potter.”
He captured her hand in his, pinning it to his chest. “This is real. We’re on my ship, the Redshift 7. We got here by teleporting. You’re my true mate, and I’m here to negotiate an agreement with you and then take you back to Pyros with me.”

“What did you treat it—“ he stopped talking as his hand cradled hers and a cobalt-blue spark arced from his hand to hers.
“Did you see that spark? It didn’t hurt, but it was so bright!”
“I saw it. Very strange.” That might be the biggest understatement of his life. He had just experienced the Spark; a sign from the Gods that this female was his true mate. It wasn’t merely strange, it was incomprehensible. He didn’t have permission to claim a human female. Flames, he wasn’t even supposed to be on this damned planet.
“What were you asking me a moment ago? Did you want to know what I treated the burn with?” Gwen asked.
He looked at the small blisters and reddened skin of her fingers. It had to be uncomfortable. He didn’t like the idea of his mate being in pain. “I did. These still look painful.”
“It’s not that bad.” She dismissed his concern with another shake of her head. “I soaked my hand in cold water and dressed it with aloe vera gel. From the plant over there. I’ll be fine.”
His mate had treated her injury with plant sap? Unacceptable. He ignored the outraged voice. She wasn’t his mate. She couldn’t be. It was forbidden.



Susan lives out on the Canadian west coast surrounded by open water, dear
family, and good friends. She’s jumped out of perfectly good airplanes on
purpose and accidently swum with sharks on the Great Barrier Reef.
If the world ends, she plans to survive as the spunky, comedic sidekick to the
heroes of the new world, because she’s too damned short and out of shape to
make it on her own for long.

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