Jove Chambers

A human female Three vicious alien gladiators fight to the death for their prize. Me. I’m thrown to the one left standing to be used and claimed on the floor of the arena. The winner is a clawed and horned beast who should only frighten me, not excite me. But when his anchor strands attach between my thighs, they vibrate, and I’m seeing stars. An alien king She’s a means to an end. I’ve got to win this fight and claim this prize. I’ve got to please the crowd. If I do it right, I have my freedom, and I can finally go home to be chieftain to my clan. But when I attach to her, my mating instinct rises, and I lose every vestige of control as I take her. I don't understand it, but this human prize is my mate.

Beautiful Disaster meets Nikita. Leigh Thorn is hiding out in a backwoods college because her father put her in danger, and if the wrong people find her, she’s dead. She’d rather snort lines than think about that. She’d rather do shots of marshmallow-flavored vodka until she can’t remember. When Griffin Fawkes arrives with the news that her father’s dead, she isn’t sure if she cares. He wasn’t much of a father anyway. The only silver lining here is that Griffin’s jaw-droppingly gorgeous, and Leigh wants him bad. Griffin owes his life to Leigh's father. The man begged him to keep his daughter safe. But Griffin didn't expect a cocaine-fueled party girl who barely seems to care about her own safety. It seems like she'd rather destroy herself than anything else. Even worse, he didn't expect he'd care about her. He knows he's too damaged to ever really be with a woman. The best he can do is to make sure she’s safe from whoever could hurt her. Including herself. Including himself. Of course, fighting off men with guns is starting to seem easier than keeping his hands off Leigh.

Nothing happened. Well, Astrid blacked out and woke up in a strange bed, which is not how she thought her twenty-ninth birthday celebration would go. She does not usually get that drunk. She’s in the bed of an orc professor, who says he slept on the couch and that they didn’t so much as kiss. She kind of wishes they would have. Look at him. Look at his arms—hulking arms encased in tweed, his powerful body barely contained by his tidy exterior. Add to that the awkwardness of the orc’s mother unexpectedly stopping by and making the assumption that Astrid is her son’s new girlfriend, and it’s like something out of a rom com. Not to mention Astrid is not getting any younger, so... A fake relationship? A mortifying meet-cute? It’s a guaranteed happily-ever-after. Right? A filthy-sweet poignant modern monster romance set in a small town and featuring one anxious nymph and one cinnamon-roll, glasses-wearing, bicep-bulging orc professor.

Buffy meets BridgertonThis dragon doesn’t shift.Miss Gissele Chapman’s dragon-slaying magic is growing weak.Her life has always been chaotic, what with managing her secret slaying duties with her obligations as the daughter of a wealthy gentleman—hosting teas, attending balls, entertaining callers. But now, on top of everything, her magic is waning, and no one seems to know why.No one, that is, except this red-scaled dragon that she still hasn’t killed. That is what a slayer does with dragons, even ones who call her ‘love’ in a lilting voice and go on about her scent and how enticing it is.The dragon says he’s got the key to restoring her magic, and it’s straining against his scales right here, ready to spring free and service her.But he must be lying, and anyway she would never do such a thing, because she is a very respected heiress, and she has a reputation to think of and girls like her don’t… don’t…He’s a monster with teeth and claws.He’s her enemy, and she kills his kind. They hate each other.Besides, he’s… enormous.It wouldn’t even work.Would it?This gaslamp fantasy features very proper characters driven by magical means to do shocking things. Secondary characters in the story pursue male-on-male and asexual relationships. If such things will give readers vapors, they should take necessary precautions.