Farseek Warrior and Farseek Mercenary Series
Kragyn
The war was over, but the Sargans came anyway—bombing his world to ruin.
Once a proud Farseek Warrior, Kragyn Vermaktu lost everything when he was captured and enslaved. But he was no man’s slave. His defiance led him to Julconi, a brutal prison planet with no guards, no laws—only the strong survive.
Stolen from Earth. Sold into slavery.
Reanne Winter has fought tooth and nail to stay alive, earning her own sentence to Julconi. When she arrives, a mob of desperate men waits beyond the gates, and she’s certain she won’t last the day.
Then Kragyn steps forward.
He calls her solmatu—his fated mate—and offers protection. A jolt of undeniable attraction sparks the moment they touch, but can she trust him?
On a world where survival comes at a cost, is their passion the legendary solmatu bond… or just a desperate alliance forged in fire?
Narzek
Passionate romance meets high-stakes space opera in Narzek and Cayla’s story.
On her way to a desert war zone, journalist Cayla Fox is abducted from Earth by alien slavers. Sold into captivity, she endures grueling labor, a hard bed, and just enough food to survive. After a year, hope of freedom—and of ever seeing home again—has nearly faded.
Until he comes.
Narzek, a fierce alien warrior, storms the slaver’s compound to rescue Cayla and others stolen from their worlds. From the moment their eyes meet, a jolt of undeniable attraction ignites between them. He calls her solmatu—his fated mate—and refuses to send her with the other freed captives. Instead, she is bound for his warship… and for him.
Cayla knows she should go with the others where she’ll be safe, but something about Narzek calls to her soul. As the fire between them grows, so does the danger of the mission ahead. Narzek swore to protect her, yet every moment she’s by his side, the risks mount.
From the day she was taken, Cayla dreamed of returning home. But how can she leave the warrior who is quickly becoming her world?
Will they survive the battle ahead… or will their future end before it even begins?
Roran
Passionate romance meets high-stakes science fiction adventure.
After the Sargans bombed his world and abducted the survivors, Roran vowed to find his missing family. But instead of his kin, he finds Becca Clayton—a human woman stolen by the Chavilians—about to be sold as a slave on a Sargan auction block.
The moment he sees her, he knows the truth. She is his soulmate.
Rescuing her means dragging her into his dangerous mission, where every step could be their last. But with enemies closing in, they have no time for caution. The fiery attraction between them ignites instantly, offering solace in the midst of chaos, their physical bond deepening with every stolen moment.
Yet as passion turns to something more, fear takes hold. Roran has already lost too much. Losing Becca would break him.
Can he keep them both alive long enough to build a future together?
Farseek Mercenary Series
Commander’s Mate
Love doesn’t always come when it’s convenient.
Harper
One moment, I was taking out the garbage on Earth. The next, I woke up strapped to a bunk in a room filled with terrified women—some of them not even human. A fish-faced alien informed us we were now slaves of the Sargan Empire.
We were about to be sold when the auction house erupted into chaos. Then he walked in.
Tall. Powerful. Encased in armor like something out of a movie. Ironman? Not quite. He was Commander Zared Maktu, and the second his helmet came off, his gaze locked onto mine. A jolt of recognition slammed through me. He was mine. And by the stunned look on his face, he felt it too.
Zared
We were the Farseek Brigade. We won the war, only to return home and find our world in ruins—our people stolen. So we left the Tran Stellar Consortium, became mercenaries, and vowed to bring our people back.
I never expected to find my solmatu in the middle of a Sargan slave auction. Harper Avery, from a planet called… Dirt? At least, that’s how the translation read. She quickly corrected me.
She was the light I didn’t realize I needed, the balm for my war-torn soul. But taking her with me on this dangerous mission was selfish.
A battle against an enemy empire is no time to find your soulmate.
But I may never get another chance to make her mine.
Lieutenant’s Mate
Scarlet
One moment, I was walking my dog. The next, I was snatched off the street by alien slavers. I cried like a baby when I realized I’d never see him again.
Rescue came before we could be sold, but any hope of going home was crushed—we were lost in the vastness of space, and no one knew how to find Earth. Then, during a ship tour, I met Lieutenant Commander Pyrron Advantu. The moment our hands touched, he said three words that changed everything.
“You are mine.”
It happened so fast, but he was gorgeous, and the pull between us was undeniable. My simple life was gone, replaced by chaos. It wasn’t love at first sight, but I wanted him.
Pyrr
Scarlet is my solmatu, my fated mate. Even if I wanted to deny it, I couldn’t.
She should have stayed behind, safe. Instead, she chose to stay by my side—even as we embarked on a dangerous mission. A former soldier on her world, she had lost everything when she was taken. Just like us. She wanted to fight. She wanted me.
So we took the risk. We chose to share whatever time we had, because tomorrow was never promised.
Savin’s Mate
Sahvin
I lived among humans, hiding in plain sight. A Narovian feline-hybrid, an alien undercover on Earth—until the day I was taken. The slavers thought I was human, and I paid the price for their mistake. Sold into bondage. Sent to the mines of Breskaa, where I was certain my life would end in chains.
Then the Farseek Mercenaries came. Warriors hunting for their stolen kin, tearing through the Sargan Empire and freeing every slave in their path. When they offered me a place among them, I didn’t hesitate. Anything was better than Breskaa.
I never expected her.
Nora
Abducted. Sold. Stripped of the life I knew. That was my reality—until the Farseek Mercenaries set me free. Now, I help them, recording the names of every refugee they rescue, giving others the second chance I barely got.
And then he walked aboard Dreadnaught One.
Sahvin Kazza. Broad-shouldered, golden-eyed, impossibly gorgeous. I knew about his kind—Narovian felines were infamous for their pheromones, their soul-deep bonds. But nothing could have prepared me for the moment his fingers brushed mine.
A spark. A fire. A need so intense, it stole my breath.
Sahvin
The moment I touched her, my instincts roared to life. Solmatu. My mate. The one I was destined for. The urge to claim her was undeniable, primal. But she was human, unprepared for the heat between us.
Nora
I should be terrified. Overwhelmed. But all I feel is want.
From that first touch, there’s no turning back. And as the heat between us ignites, so does the danger that lurks in the shadows…
Faigon’s Mate
Tyema
I was sent to Earth to stop the human trafficking plaguing the galaxy. Instead, I was taken. Kidnapped. Sold into slavery like so many others, and when I fought back, they threw me onto Julconi—the prison planet where only the strongest survive.
No guards. No rules. Just chaos. And I am only one woman, no matter how well-trained I am.
I don’t expect to last the day.
Then I smell him.
A scent so intoxicating it steals my breath. Meomee. My mate. Here. In this hell.
Faigon
Julconi is a death sentence for most. For my team, it’s a mission.
We came to infiltrate the prison, to find the people stolen from Farseek and any others worthy of saving. We planned for everything.
Everything except her.
Tyema Reznar. A fierce, golden-eyed warrior standing in the middle of the chaos. My solmatu. The mate I never thought I’d find.
Normally, this would be a cause for celebration. Now, it’s a disaster.
Tyema
His touch ignites a fire inside me that I can’t ignore. I know what it means. My pheromones are calling to him. To resist is impossible.
Faigon
I can’t afford this distraction. But denying our bond isn’t an option. The only way to quiet the storm between us is to give in. Again and again.
The mission is at stake. So is our survival.
And the clock is running out.
Argen’s Mate
Argen
I was there when the Sargans bombed Farseek. I fought. I bled. I lost everything.
Captured and sold into slavery, I refused to break. A warrior of the Farseek Brigade would never bow. My defiance earned me a one-way ticket to Julconi—the prison planet where survival meant fighting in the pits like an animal.
I was close to losing hope.
Then my unit came for me.
When I boarded the ship, I learned they had become mercenaries, rescuing anyone they could—Farseekian or not. That’s when I saw her.
Zoey.
My solmatu. My soulmate. My reason to fight again.
Zoey
Like most rescues from Julconi, Argen was filthy, dressed in rags, more shadow than man. But when he reached for my hand and said solmatu, something inside me clicked.
A shock of awareness. A bond I couldn’t explain.
We had both lost everything—our homes, our families, our pasts. But in each other, we found something new. Hope.
Together, we would help the Farseek mercenaries save others, just as we had been saved.
And maybe, just maybe, we would find a way back to Farseek—together.