Her Savage Mates

by Jayne Ripley

  Nicolaus Laurenz thought he had an easy life as the prince of a small and wealthy European country. He's one of most eligible bachelors in Europe, but rumors about his love affair with his valet, Kyle Dumont, have stirred controversy. People want him to marry and produce an heir. Even though he and Kyle have indulged in the occasional threesome, he doesn't believe there's a woman that exists who will be perfect for them both. Until he meets Charlotte North. The curvy and cute glass artist from Detroit instantly catches his attention. Nicolaus has always been a black sheep, but when he sees his valet is just as attracted to Charlotte as he is, he knows this is his chance. They might have finally found a woman perfect to share their love with...

  Charlotte North thought she was living her dream life, studying glass blowing in Europe with a famous master. Until she stumbles across the gorgeous prince and his hot manservant as she's delivering a glass sculpture to the palace. She is helpless to resist their charms, and the night she spends with them leaves her breathless and yearning for more. The romance is a whirlwind, and she's loving every minute of her secret tryst with two men who make her heart melt. But secrets can't be kept for long among the royal family. When rumors reach the tabloids, the scandal and publicity threaten to drive them apart for good. Love requires sacrifice, but how much is too much, and can their new love endure the storm?

  Reader note: contains MMF bisexual menage, BBW heroines, wealthy and handsome princes, hot romance elements, male male love, and a happily ever after

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  Mated to the Jardan Warrior

  Galactic Alien Mates Book One

  Aria Bell

  A tough space cop chasing a fierce alien warrior. This girl has just met her match...

  Nena Brax is a galactic police officer on the hunt for Ryrke Zo'dan, a fierce and renowned Jardan warrior wanted for murder. The alien Jardan are known for their incredible strength, honor, fighting spirit...and skill as lovers. But when things go wrong, a starship crash leaves both Nena and Ryrke stranded on a primitive planet with no hope of escape. In order to survive, they are forced to join a native tribe where Nena has no choice but to be mated or be banished. Only who should step forward to claim her? A certain wanted and sexy alien warrior who is able to command her body with the slightest touch...

  Ryrke has sworn an oath of vengeance upon the corrupt space station judge who framed him and murdered his friend. But when the exasperating human female shows up to arrest him, his plans are quickly derailed. After saving her life, he finds both his heart and body drawn to the small, brave human. Soon Ryrke will stop at nothing to possess her. He's determined to prove the Jardan are not only powerful warriors but equally potent lovers. But what is he to do with his new human bride when he has an oath to uphold and danger is on the horizon?

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  Excerpt from Their Accidental Bride by Aria Bell

  CHAPTER ONE

  The Falling Water Temple on Andurai

  Before the Andurai Peace Accords, Mindrin Zeras believed she’d landed the best job in the Delfi system. Andurai was a stunning ocean planet. She had a low-stress career working as a sys/mech technician. And finally, her pay at the Falling Water Temple was more than enough to meet her needs. But since the signing of the peace accords, her opinion had changed drastically.

  Of course she wanted the galactic peace to continue—who didn’t? And her pay was still fine, the planet still breath-taking, but the stress… Holy stars, her stress right now was off the charts. All the techs had been working in crisis mode ever since the announcement that the wedding between a mar’don, a celestri, and a human would be held at the Falling Water Temple.

  The event would be the focus of the entire galaxy and had to be perfect. And right now, the biggest wedding ceremony in the galaxy—a marriage keeping war at bay and scheduled to happen in less than twenty minutes—was about to be derailed by a critical malfunction in one of the elevator lifts.

  Mindrin hurried down an access corridor, trying not to panic, with her small GRX-D “Grixdee” maintenance robot flying at her side. She was confident she could deal with the problem, but how quickly was the vital question. The lift was crucial to bringing the bride to the central amphitheater, and if it didn’t work, this entire spectacle would fall on its face.

  Mindrin had her tool box and her scanner, and with Grixdee matching her near-run, she’d almost reached the understage area below the temple’s amphitheater. The lighting in the windowless access corridor was blue-tinged from the transparent flow pipes that fed the thousand waterfalls throughout the temple. The ocean water gave off a cool glow thanks to all the bioluminescent cordekon and other plankton-like life drawn in through the temple’s water intakes.

  She heard music and a great many voices ahead of her in the understage room where the lift was located. She took a deep breath to steady herself as she tried not to appear frantic. To get to the lift, she had to pass through the lift’s assembly room where the human delegation had gathered. She would keep her head down and ignore them and hopefully they would ignore her so she could do her job.

  Two beefy security guards stopped her at the end of the corridor. She let one of them scan her credentials, trying not to fidget at the frustrating waste of time when she had so little to spare. The security guard went back and forth on his comm, talking with someone who sounded even grouchier than he did, until finally he waved her through with a scowl. She wasn’t intimidated by a suspicious glare from a no-tech meathead. She scowled right back as she hurried into the pre-stage assembly room and moved straight for the elevator lift.

  This room was far more representative of the temple’s beauty than the access corridors. Huge windows at opened at either end of the room, giving sweeping views of the unending Andurai ocean and the clouds high in the atmosphere. The sunlight streaming in through the windows was bright, and the room’s floor had more of the big ocean water flow tunnels beneath transparent plasti-steel panels, making it seem as if the gathered people were walking on top of aquariums. Not counting the heavy security, at least twenty people were gathered here, many of them clustered around the bride. She ignored the dignitaries, advisors, and assistants and tried to catch a glimpse of the bride.

  As expected, the woman was stunning. Probably had genetic code modifiers too, Mindrin guessed, though she tried not to be bitter about it. She was an auburn-haired, green-eyed beauty with perfect skin. She held herself with poise and dignity and didn’t seem the least bit nervous or stressed about the looming event. Her gorgeous bridal gown even made Mindrin feel a surge of clothing lust, even though she usually didn’t go in for apparel emphasizing form over function. The elegant wedding dress was made of shimmering venkose silk, with deep purples and blues and a scattering of illuminated diamonds.

  Mindrin forced herself to stop being distracted and focus back on her vitally important task. She certainly didn’t have time to waste yearning to look as beautiful as the bride did and maybe wear something far more attractive than her technician uniform. Someone had to fix the lift. Otherwise this bride would be stuck here looking beautiful a hundred meters below the amphitheater stage, miss her wedding, disappoint billions of planets tuning in to the subspace video feeds to see it, and worst of all, jeopardize the future of the peace treaty.

  No pressure.

  She wove through the crowd with Grixdee floating beside her, trying not to growl at all the people in the way. She reached the far end of the room where the problematic lift rested in a five-meter wide, semi-circular alcove. She set her tool box down and ordered Grixdee to begin running system calibration scans.

  An aide of some sort rushed over to her. “What is the meaning of this? You shouldn’t be here.” His voice was puffed with self-importance but also sharp with worry. Seems she wasn’t the on
ly one stressed today.

  She didn’t bother to look up from the data on her scanner. “If you want the bride to reach the main stage platform without a rocket pack, you need to back off and let me do my job.”

  “She isn’t in any danger, is she?” he demanded.

  “No, because unless I fix the servo firing sequence, this lift isn’t moving from this spot. Now, I can either waste more of my time explaining things to you, or you can keep quiet and let me do my job.” Usually she wasn’t so curt, but time was rapidly slipping away. She had no doubt that if she failed, it would cost her this job. The political marriage between not two but three different races—a mar’don prince, a celestri prince, and a Terras Alliance woman chosen by a quantum supercomputer to be the perfect match to them both—was one of the biggest events in the galaxy.

  With an offended sniff, the aide left her alone. Thank the stars. She began to review the data coming from Grixdee’s deep scans, but a voice sounded in her earpiece, breaking her concentration. It was Brysen, her team supervisor in the temple’s high tech control booth. “Give me a status update.”

  “Servo firing sequence failure,” she said. “Recalibrating the actuators now.”

  “We need this finished yesterday, Mindrin. I have high level ambassadors demanding updates.”

  “You want it done fast or do you want it done right?” She initiated another diagnostic, looking for program feedback loops. Something was definitely screwy here.

  “Fast.”

  She decided to ignore him, shifting her attention on the servo activation sequence Grixdee was fine-tuning. She stepped onto the lift, which was locked into position flush with the floor. At the center of the lift, she pulled the access hatch, and scanned the power-feed lines. Looking good for the most part, but one of the sequencers was still off. She began to adjust it with a grakon torque wrench. They’d just done a thorough maintenance check yesterday. How had this thing gone so wrong in such a short time?

  And then Brysen decided to interrupt. Again. “What’s your status, Min? The wedding happens in minutes.”

  “Working on it,” she growled. How did he expect her to concentrate when he was chattering in her ear every two seconds?

  “Hurry!”

  She ignored him for the second time, running a calibration adjustment on the servo firing sequence. She was finding a lot of corrupted data, commands that were shunted off into feedback loops, and that was a serious problem—

  The guard rails shot up around the circular lift platform, startling a squeak from her that had heads turning her way. On her scanner screen, the local override suddenly went into a cascading data fail before she could halt it. The servos hummed to life. Grixdee’s warning alarm went off, but it was too late.

  The lift rose upward into the access tube, leaving the understage area behind. Dread turned her veins to ice as she caught a glimpse of security guards running toward her and the panicked expressions on the faces of the aides. Then the room was already below her and out of sight as the lift ascended the tube-shaped elevator shaft. She didn’t even have Grixdee along with her on the lift as she was rushed upward toward the temple’s amphitheater. The lift would stop at the main platform in the amphitheater, surrounded by hundreds of waiting galactic citizens, all expecting to see the bride-to-be. She’d be caught on the subspace video feed to the rest of the galaxy, trillions of galactic citizens all eagerly awaiting this momentous occasion…

  Oh karzi balls. This was bad.

  She darted over to the emergency stop panel and yanked it open. She pulled down the red lever. The lift continued to rise. She cursed and tried again. Nothing.

  “What is going on with that lift, Min?” Brysen barked over her earpiece. “The readouts here say it’s rising toward the amphitheater.”

  “I know,” she shot back through gritted teeth. “I’m on the lift now.”

  Shocked silence came over the comm. “Did I copy you right? You’re on the lift? The ceremony is about to start. You can’t be on that stage.”

  “I know.” She furiously used the interface on her scanner to try to subvert the loops and deactivate the servos, the main power, anything that would stop the lift from continuing its ascent. “The kill switch is caught in a feedback loop.”

  “We’re trying to shut it down from here, but we can’t isolate the power-feed and stop it without—”

  The hatch above her hissed open. She dropped her scanner and scrambled to her feet as the lift reached the end of its journey, raising her into the temple’s amphitheater. The lift seamlessly locked into place with the rest of the central platform and the guard rails lowered back into the floor.

  Mindrin stood there wide-eyed, her breath caught in her throat, while she stared around her at the huge amphitheater. There was no way to sneak away unnoticed. Bright spotlights shown down from the upper arches, and she couldn’t escape the platform without suddenly being able to fly. She stood on the circular platform stage in the center of the amphitheater more than fifty meters above a deep pool of ocean water below her. The platform was at the top of a huge, thick column, through which she had just been lifted from the understage area. In the center of the platform was another pool, overflowing its edges into a channel that encircled the pool and ran out in the four cardinal directions to flow off the edge of the platform in a waterfall all the way to the pool below. Twenty meters from the railing at the edge of the platform, the tiered seating began. All the seats seemed to be filled. All those citizens watching her…

  “Welcome, fortunate one,” the priest standing on the northern quadrant of the platform said. Feeling as if she were trapped in a dream where everything felt slow and disconnected, she turned to stare at him. He must have been brought in specifically for the ceremony because she didn’t recognize him from the temple. “You are early.”

  She opened her mouth to say something—probably “help get me out of here!”—when an unfamiliar male voice sounded over her earpiece. It wasn’t Brysen. This man sounded military.

  “Listen closely—Mindrin is it? I am Commander Dolzen of the Terras Alliance delegation. Do you understand the level of trouble we’re sitting in at the moment? Your face is being broadcast to an untold number of planets across the galaxy to billions who now believe you are the bride representing humanity in the peace accords.”

  Her panic had reached mind-numbing levels. Luckily her feet seemed frozen in place, because right now she felt so lightheaded she might just fall over. “I-I realize it—”

  “Good,” he snapped, cutting her off. “Because this treaty is the most important thing in the galaxy right now. Thousands of planets are counting on it. We’ve kept the bride’s identity a secret to this point, so as long as the two princes don’t see you on that platform, we can still salvage this space wreck. Now, before the princes arrive, I need you to finish fixing that lift and get the hell off that platform.”

  She gritted her teeth, biting back her sarcastic thanks for pointing out the glaringly obvious. If she didn’t fix the lift, the only other option was throwing herself over the railing and hoping she survived a long plunge into the pool of water below. It took all her self-control not to stand there quaking in the near-blinding lights. Her ears were ringing, and her mouth was drier than sand. She didn’t have much time. Fixing the lift would be tougher without Grixdee here, but now that the lift had safely docked, she could access its subroutines—

  Ceremonial music began to play over the temple’s loudspeakers. The hatches in the western and the southern quadrants of the platform opened at the same instant. She froze, her heart lurching in her chest and cold fear in her stomach. She could only watch helplessly as the two lifts brought the alien princes onto the platform.

  She didn’t know which one to gape at first. The mar’don prince stood on the quadrant directly across from her. He was huge, at least two meters tall. His head was shaved. His skin color was striking, an unforgettable gradient of orange-red that reminded her of the sunset. He had dark eyes t
hat seemed to bore into her. His chest was massively broad, and her heart skipped quite a few beats when she noticed his arms were thicker than her thighs. He wore what was unmistakably a military uniform, although it was different than anything she’d ever seen before. Wide features, square jaw that looked like it could break mountains, two gleaming metal earrings that looked like spikes. Everything about him screamed power and strength.

  Beside the mar’don, the celestri prince seemed almost small. To her, he was a size closer to a human male. His skin was a silvery blue, his eyes another shade of blue, and he held himself with unmistakable grace and dignity. His hair was black and long, twisted into a braid and secured with a silver clasp. His clothing was a perfectly tailored Llenso suit and coat in the celestri style. Knee-high boots, coattails, a coat and shirt sleeves rolled up above the elbows. Black and silver tattoos decorated his arms and even his neck. She wondered what the symbols meant.

  In her earpiece, she heard He cursed in several galactic languages. “It’s too late. They’ve both seen you.” More curses, which weren’t helping calm her panic any. “We can’t back out now or we’ll endanger the entire peace accord. Listen to me very closely, Technician Mindrin. You need to play the role.”

  “What do you mean, play the role?” she whispered. She had a deeply bad feeling that she knew exactly what he meant, and it had to do with both of those stunning alien males here on the platform with her. They were both watching her with such intensity that her heart began racing until it was pounding like crazy. And it wasn’t the good kind of crazy, but more like heart seizure crazy.

  “I don’t think I need to spell it out for you. You need to complete the ceremony and marry them—”

  “No way. I’m out of here,” she interrupted, starting toward the access panel. She’d finish fixing the lift as millions of planets watched, and she’d escape this nightmare. Then she would catch the next deep space freighter for the outer systems, because she was never going to be able to show her face again.