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April 10, 2026
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Alien commander.
Storm planet.
Accidental mate bond.
When star pilot and engineer Sloane Carter crashes on the most dangerous planet in the sector, she has only 72 hours to figure out how to fix her ship if she wants to survive.
Sorik is the commander of Soltharra’s Storm Guard, and the lightning running through his body just recognized its mate.
The bond is instant. Electric. Undeniable.
The storms? Dangerous.
The planet? Hostile.
Resisting her new alien mate? Impossible.
March 16, 2026
The Beast's Bride is OUT NOW!
The Beast's Bride is OUT NOW!
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Victoria Smith is standing at the altar.
White dress. Fake smile. Six-month contract marriage to a rich college friend who swears he just needs a “temporary wife.”
She doesn’t love Derek.
She doesn’t want to marry him.
But the money would solve everything.
Then the church doors explode inward.
Enter: Warlord Egon.
Seven feet of scarred alien warrior.
Banished hero.
Former prisoner of the Hive.
Contaminated with enemy tech.
And absolutely feral when he scents his fated mate.
“Speak now or forever hold your peace.”
Egon claims Victoria in front of God, her groom, and two hundred stunned wedding guests.
That should be the end of it. Except it’s not.
Because Egon signed a binding Earth contract to star in the hit alien dating show Bachelor Beast. If he refuses to participate, none of his fellow war veterans will be allowed to travel to Earth to find their mates.
So now Victoria has to compete… for the alien who already claimed her. Pretend she’s just another contestant.
All while cameras follow their every move. While Egon battles mating fever.
And while Derek--the jilted billionaire groom--is spiraling into dangerous obsession.
He won’t let her go.
The longer Victoria and Egon pretend… the closer Earth gets to discovering exactly how dangerous a Beast can be when someone threatens his mate.
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February 19, 2026
Coming Soon! The Beast's Bride
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December 15, 2025
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Viken Thrills: Special Holiday Boxed Set
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Leah escapes a dangerous past by joining the Interstellar Brides Program, only to find herself matched with not one, but three royal warrior princes—Drogan, Tor, and Lev. As peace hangs by a thread on their war-torn planet, can she embrace her fate and submit to their passionate desires before it’s too late?
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Art dealer Sophia is thrust into a world far from her own to escape a life of crime. Mating with fierce Viken warriors Gunnar, Erik, and Rolf should ensure her safety, but when danger lurks around every corner and an assassination plot unfolds, can she and her mates protect the new life she’s fought so hard to create?
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December 10, 2025
Did you miss it? RECKLESS is out now!
RECKLESS is here!
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Chapter One of RECKLESS
Lady Lyra of Atlan, Operative, Coalition Fleet Intelligence Core, Earth
I shouldn’t be watching him. I should have taken my data scans and moved on. Left the building, and this human male, far behind. Except, the other humans had arrived, interrupting my investigation. I had been unable to take the samples I needed from the dead Silver Scion’s body. Irritating, clueless humans.
I should already be out there hunting. Scanning the grounds for unique energy signatures. Uploading data to Core Command for analysis. Following the trail. I should be doing my job. The dead man wasn’t just another human casualty—he was a Silver Scion, his body integrated with Hive tech. A cyborg. My last good lead. Tracking down whoever killed him should be my top priority. My onlypriority.
The victim’s corpse would be easy enough to track down later. I didn’t need to be here, watching them flounder around, clueless. The humans were very predictable with their policies and procedures. Every moment I delayed gave the evil ones I hunted a head start. I really should go. Now.
Turning away, I took one step. Two.
Sweat broke out on my brow. My heart thundered in my chest like it was about to explode. Pain pierced through my skull like I’d been struck with a dagger. Third step…my foot refused to leave the ground as if my boots were fused to the concrete. My spine arched and a shout of protest nearly escaped me.
Not my shout. Hers.
No. No. No. I did not have a beast. I was a female, not a male. I was no Warlord. The new, unexpected, feral voice inside me was just my imagination. Didn’t exist. Right? All in my gods damned head?
So why couldn’t I leave this place? The instant I even pictured myself turning away from him, something in me snapped taut. My muscles locked, breath hitching as if the very air refused to move without him. Heat and panic surged through my chest, an animal-sharp instinct that drove me to stay rooted where I was. Every part of my body rebelled against the idea of walking away. My reaction was violent, visceral, as if some unseen force gripped my spine and dragged me back toward him. I didn’t just think I couldn’t leave; I felt it pulsing through every nerve, undeniable and all-consuming.
My reaction to him didn’t make sense. I turned my head away and forced my eyes to close. Stop looking. This is just an anomaly. It will go away.
I heard him move and my willpower vanished. I opened my eyes so I could watch him. Obsessed. With a human male. Gods help me.
The humans didn’t see me. They couldn’t—not with the invisibility field of my suit shimmering around me, the special frequencies the armor emitted bending light and sound until I was nothing more than a whisper in the shadows. To their untrained eyes, I didn’t exist. I was merely a phantom in their midst.
And yet, he looked straight at me. The human detective crouched beside the body, his hazel gaze sweeping the room. Searching. Hunting.
*****
Homicide Detective Ethan Blake, Miami, FL
The silence pressed in like a living thing, thick and unnatural, strangling the usual sounds of a crime scene. No whispers, no shuffling feet, just the hum of the industrial lights above and the faint metallic groans of abandoned machinery fighting to exist without their masters. There were no distant murmurs of onlookers or reporters being held back by the officers on the outside of yellow tape.
The stillness seeped into my bones like something else. Something…wrong. A predator lurking in the shadows. Watching. Waiting.
I ignored the churning in my gut and tried to focus on the task at hand.
The abandoned, industrial warehouse reeked of rust, mold and decay. The humid night air carried the acrid sting of burned flesh, scorched hair, and blackened concrete. I crouched beside the victim’s body. The chill crawling up my spine had nothing to do with the crime scene or the corpse. I’d seen far worse.
No, the feeling that made my hair stand on end had nothing to do with what I was seeing and everything to do with what I was feeling. Like we were being watched. Hunted. Like whoever, or whatever, had done this had stuck around to enjoy the circus.
The body lay sprawled on the concrete, pale and lifeless. The poor man had been drained of whatever spark had once animated him. I crouched beside him, the gritty floor biting into my knees through the heavy denim of my jeans and peeled back the tarp that someone had hastily draped over him when forensics had finished.
“Sorry I’m late. Traffic was a nightmare.” I apologized to everyone in the room. The Coroner was here, waiting on me. I’d been on the other side of the city when the call came in. Took me twice as long as it should have to get here.
“No problem. Just arrived a few minutes ago myself. Forensics just finished up, anyway.” Kevin Jenkins’s clipped voice came from behind me, tight with something he wouldn’t say out loud. I didn’t look at him. Whatever my partner was going to tell me wasn’t good, and I didn’t want his words to cloud my mind or steer me down a predetermined path. I didn’t want to miss anything. He could fill me in on whatever bullshit was going on when I was done with my inspection.
My gloves stretched taut across my knuckles as I pulled the tarp completely off the dead man. Grimaced. The victim was white, male, early thirties. Big fucking guy. Linebacker big. Civilian clothes. Boots worn smooth at the soles, jeans with grease stains at the knees, a gray-blue T-shirt faded to the point that whatever logo had once graced the front was unrecognizable. He could’ve been anyone. A dockworker, a mechanic, maybe just some unlucky bastard who wandered into the wrong place at the wrong time. Death had stripped him of anonymity. It had carved something grotesque into his flesh, a secret woven beneath his skin.
Even if his death had been unremarkable, which it wasn’t, there was his face.
His mouth was hanging open in a silent scream, his brown eyes, wide and bloodshot, fixed on something that no longer existed. The way his neck twisted unnaturally, his arms frozen mid-reach—it was like he’d been caught in the middle of a desperate fight for his life. Been grappling with a giant. Only there were no other signs of a struggle. No blood spatter, no bruises, no broken bones. No bullet holes or stab wounds. No overturned furniture.
“Ethan.” Jenkins’s voice grated behind me, too sharp for the oppressive stillness. I heard the tightness in his chest, knew he was reliving a nightmare in his own mind. I couldn’t go there with him. Not yet. Not fucking yet. I shoved my own memories down with long-practiced efficiency. I had no time for weakness or regret. Not here. Not now.
“Hold on.” My voice came out rough, my throat tight as I tilted the man’s arm toward the light. God help us.
His arm was covered in burns, blackened skin charred into jagged lines. But these weren’t random scorch marks. They radiated outward from precise patterns etched into his flesh, like lightning burned into wood.
A faint glint of metal caught and reflected the dim glow, and my gut twisted. This wasn’t an implant from some underground clinic. This wasn’t a hacked-up, black-market, mod job.
These cyborg implants were far more advanced than anything we’d seen. Dangerous. Alien.
And they had either failed or been used to commit murder.
I exhaled slowly. “Jenkins, did the ME mention anything about Coalition implants?”
The detective crouched beside me as I pulled a pen from my pocket, used the pointy end to lift what looked like a wire from his flesh. It was thin, silver in color, and no thicker than a human hair. His frown deepened when he caught sight of the circuitry embedded in scorched flesh.
“Not a damn word,” he said. “Hell, I didn’t even notice that before.” Jenkins was a couple years older than me, had more years on homicide. He was one of the few people alive that I trusted.
“They’re everywhere.” I studied the burns spreading across the victim’s arms and tugged at the t-shirt to expose his shoulders, his neck. Fuck me. The marks ran down his spine, disappeared under his pants. I’d bet when they stripped him, the marks would run all the way to his feet. Head to toe. This wasn’t localized. It was systemic. A full-body mod malfunction.
“If I had to guess,” I murmured, “I’d say he didn’t just have an implant. He was wired with something. Something that didn’t just fail—it turned on him.” Wires, circuits—delicate, alien things that didn’t belong in a human body. Things that killed.
Jenkins dragged a hand over his dark blond beard, blue eyes cold as steel. “You think it fried him from the inside out?”
I nodded. “Looks that way.”
“God damn fucking alien motherfuckers.” Jenkins spoke quietly so only I would hear. “What the hell is this stuff doing in one of ours?”
One of ours. A human. As far as Jenkins was concerned, we were fighting a war the public was not aware of. There were only two sides. Us… and them.
We’d lost more than one battle already. Events covered up and lied about by the wonderful FBI. Not that they would ever admit it to the public. God fucking forbid humanity realized contact with the Coalition Fleet wasn’t just about sacrificing soldiers and brides to their war. It was also about black-market criminals exploiting our world, taking advantage of Earth’s limited knowledge and primitive technology. Even worse, the oh-so-benevolent Coalition of Planets refused to give humans any of their advanced tech. It was used against us every day, and we had no way to defend ourselves without breaking the agreement and being left to fend for ourselves. Which, according to our new overlords, would lead to the Hive—if they even fucking existed at all—taking over our planet.
I didn’t insult Jenkins with a half-assed response. I didn’t have an answer. Not yet. The sick feeling twisting in my gut told me we weren’t just looking at an illegal mod job gone wrong. This was something bigger and far more complex than anything we’d seen before.
The burns told the story of massive failure. Of heat and electricity surging out of control, consuming the man’s flesh as if it had tried to devour him.
I reached for the other arm, my gloved fingers tracing the edges of the burns. The pattern was the same. Precise. Perfect.
Too perfect.
Then I saw the floor.
I pushed to my feet, my boots scuffing against the concrete as I took a step back. Scorch marks bled outward in a circle, faint but unmistakable marks of complex circuits.
“Ethan. Over here.” Jenkins’s voice was tighter now. He had moved away to stand near the wall, his flashlight trained on something just beyond the body.
“What is it?” I asked, joining him.
He pointed. “That.”
The beam of light cut through the gloom, illuminating the floor. At first, it was just another scorch pattern. But as I looked closer, the shape resolved into something more.
A circuit burned into the concrete.
Not just a mark. A scar.
I crouched again, my gloved fingertips tracing the edges. The lines weren’t just charred—they were fused. Like something heavy had sunk into the floor before burning away. Or being poofed away by one of the aliens’ transporters.
Jenkins exhaled sharply. “Forensics said it was just a burn. But it’s cut into the concrete.” He hesitated. “Like something was here—and then disappeared.”
“Or burned away.” A chill worked its way down my spine.
“What the hell are we looking at?” Jenkins murmured. “You ever seen anything like this before?”
“No.” I’d heard rumors. Horror stories shared between like-minded law enforcement officers—and a handful of spooks—late at night, after there was probably more whiskey circulating in our veins than blood.
Coalition technology for sale. Black market body modifications. Turning humans into cyborgs. Enhancements that allowed a once fragile human being to take a round of bullets and keep coming. The modified humans didn’t need much sleep. They were faster than we were. Stronger, too. Like keeping the peace and fighting bad guys wasn’t fucking hard enough when the criminals were of the everyday, human variety. Now we had this to deal with.
,p>“Damn aliens.” I cursed every single one of them.“This is Coalition tech,” Jenkins insisted.
He was right and we both knew it. “Coalition’s worse than the cartels.” The Coalition Fleet had arrived nearly a decade ago, full of promises about alliances and cooperation. Protection. Since then, Earth’s governments scrambled to build relationships with the Interstellar Coalition of Planets, to harness the limited technology they deigned to give us, and to adapt to their view of life in the universe.
Maybe some of it had worked out all right for us humans. New energy sources. Medical breakthroughs. Earth was a probationary member, just one of nearly three hundred civilizations far more advanced than our own. We hadn’t been attacked and ‘Integrated’ into the terrifying Hive collective, if they truly existed. Life pretty much went on after the Coalition introduced themselves. At least, after the panic and riots stopped. Initially, I didn’t have much of an opinion on the Coalition one way or the other.
My hopeful naivety didn’t last long. The alien criminals from someplace called Rogue 5 started showing up with their colored arm bands and allegiance to their leader, some asshole called Cerberus. We’d been told there were five Legions operating on Rogue 5. They were what sounded to me like competing biker gangs or cartels. Two Legions were run of the mill criminals with a code of honor. They only dealt in drugs and weapons, not people. One Legion played both sides of the fence and were known for their assassins. They were opportunistic criminals who also traded in intelligence. The other two, Cerberus and Siren Legion? They made our human mafia look tame. When they came to Earth, they brought new drugs. Killed people. Put alien weapons on the streets. The worst of what could be done to humanity. Disappearances had gone way up. That all started years ago. The Feds had managed to keep the truth quiet. Under control.
But this? This was new. Worse than anything I’d seen before.
I didn’t know who the victim was, or how he’d gotten the implants burned into his flesh. His charred remains weren’t exactly a ringing endorsement for intergalactic cooperation.
I exhaled sharply, shoving the thought aside. It didn’t matter how I felt about the Interstellar Coalition of Planets or their shiny, bullshit promises. My job was to find out what happened to the dead man on the floor, not get tangled up in alien politics.
“I assume we have pictures?” I knew how this game was played. Our team would collect evidence. The Feds would disappear it.
“Got video on my cell. Just in case,” Jenkins confirmed, checking his cell phone.
“Which one?” Since the day our lives had been torn to pieces, we operated a bit differently. Made some new friends. Friends that would get us both fired. Friends that would probably get us thrown in federal prison.
Neither one of us fucking cared. We didn’t have anything left to lose.
Jenkin’s eyes narrowed. “The only one that counts,” he whispered. “Already hit send.” I heard a buzzing sound, and he took a second phone from his pocket then glanced at the screen. “Text from the Chief. Says he has to call in the Feds.”
“Of course he does.”
The FBI would roll in here, take everything, and do nothing. Fucking nothing.
Just like they did when… No. Not going there. I didn’t have time to drown my sorrows in a bottle of whiskey tonight. I needed to be functional. Rational. My emotions could shut the fuck up and wait their turn.
The FBI would make sure none of this hit the news cycle tomorrow. Wouldn’t do to have the public know aliens were running around killing people, that not all of them were nice. The aliens had turned the dead man on the floor into… what… before they killed him? A machine? A cyborg? Enhanced super soldier? Was he even human to start with?
Some of the aliens looked just like us.
If the victim was one of theirs, a super-soldier, a real cyborg, why would they kill him? Was he from a rival to Cerberus? He wasn’t wearing an arm band. I’d been told all the criminal assholes from Rogue 5 wore colors, just like human gangs.
Thousands of years ahead of us in technology, and they were still wearing gang colors in outer space. I wasn’t sure if that was sad or just pathetic.
A headache throbbed behind my temples, but I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the body. A body that, other than char, didn’t stink. Didn’t smell dead. And he had been holding his arms upright like this for how long? Hours? Days? Weeks?
We had no idea. The warehouse was abandoned. It had been for sale for so long, the sign in the window was sun-bleached to the point where it was unreadable. The body wasn’t decomposing. No bloat. No stench. No change.
A flicker of movement caught my eye. I turned my head to find…nothing. Dust particles danced in a sliver of sunlight shining into the dark interior of the warehouse from a second story window. I leaned forward, tried to see deeper into the shadows. Nothing.
“You feel like something’s off?” I asked Jenkins, scanning the rest of the room.
“Other than a man cooked to death by alien shit? Because this is not good, Ethan.” Jenkin’s eyebrows rose as he tucked both of his phones away in separate pockets and stared at me like I had two heads.
I searched the shadows again, the feeling of being watched pressing down on me like a weight. My skin prickled, every nerve on edge, but the space around us remained empty.
Bullshit. My gut was never wrong.
“Someone’s here. I can feel it.”
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December 8, 2025
RECKLESS by Grace Goodwin Available Now
RECKLESS by Grace Goodwin
Homicide detective Ethan Blake has been around long enough to know better; better than to believe a word out of the lying Feds’ mouths when they show up to take over his case. Better than to believe the victim’s corpse, covered in Hive cyborg tech, was ever human. Better than to look into the seductive eyes of the mysterious woman asking for his help. A woman who knows far more than she should about… everything. A woman whose kiss makes him lose control. A woman with secrets. A woman whose whispers make him see incredible things in the dark.
Lady Lyra of Atlan is on a secret mission for the Coalition Fleet’s covert Intelligence Core. She lost everything long before she volunteered to be a spy. And now, through a wicked twist of fate, she’s even lost control of herself. The DNA augmentation, meant to make her Atlan body stronger and faster than it should be, has done something else… created a monster.
It’s inconceivable for a female Atlan to have a beast, to suffer from mating fever. But one look at the human detective and the unthinkable becomes reality as something primitive awakens within her. She has a mystery to solve, evil smugglers to eliminate, and brothers to avenge, but destiny has other plans. Because the beast that’s not supposed to exist? She wants. She needs. She makes one relentless, uncompromising demand of the unsuspecting human male… mine.
May 29, 2025
The Forbidden Flame is OUT NOW!
Read The Forbidden Flame: An Enemies to Lovers & Fated Mates Romantasy by Grace Goodwin—Book Five in the Lunaterra Chronicles. One new story a week. One forbidden flame at a time.
A short, steamy romantasy with:
✔️ Enemies to lovers
✔️ A grumpy, dying mage
✔️ A sunshine orphan who won’t stay down
✔️ Forced proximity
✔️ Touch that burns
✔️ No bangxiety
An immortal warrior cursed with protecting all life in the magical realms.
A human woman unaware that she holds the key to saving his soul from darkness.
A ruthless enemy determined to invade all of Lunaterra and fulfill a centuries old curse.
All she wanted was a weekend of fun and excitement, two days away from the brutal orphanage where she is forced to work sunrise through moonset. Abandoned on the steps of the Capital when she was a baby, Cleo Rathmore has no idea where she came from or why her parents left an infant in a basket without even leaving a note. The capital's royal wedding and tournament seems like the perfect opportunity to spread her wings and, perhaps, escape the maniacal control of her elders--and an arranged marriage to a Death Mage, a horrid, terrifying Revenant. As far as she's concerned, kissing an Orc would be better. Accepting the match to a mage from The Spire would be a fate worst then death.
Death Mage Devin Grimm traveled to the capital in search of a miracle. He has fought evil for centuries and his soul is paying the ultimate price. A powerful necromancer in the capital is his only hope until he sees her, a human female who is more than she seems, but is promised to another of his kind. Worse, she vows she will have an Orc, a bloodsucking vampire, or even a stinky, hairy werewolf shifter before she accepts one of his kind.
She's adamant. She doesn't even like him. Sure, he's sexy, in that blue haired, scary, death mage kind of way. But he freaking kidnapped her and insists she's a liar. So why can't she resist his touch? Why does every kiss make her burn with a forbidden flame? She's a nobody, an orphaned human. He's a cursed, merciless warrior on the brink of death. So why does evil stalk them as if together, they are a powerful threat? And why does her foolish heart insist she sacrifice absolutely anything, even her life, to save him?
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February 28, 2025
Did someone say DRAGON SHIFTER?
DRAGON ENCHANTED is OUT NOW!
He'll burn down the world for one night with her...
Raven doesn’t believe in magic, soulmates, or second chances. She’s already lost too much to dangerous men with secrets, and she has no interest in saving another. But when she finds a gorgeous, half-dead stranger and drags him to the hospital, she unwittingly pulls herself into a world she was never meant to discover. A secret world of dragons, vampires, and deadly enforcers who will erase her memories—or worse—if she learns too much.
Vector Draquonir, dragon prince and legendary warrior, has given up on fate. Without a true mate, his dragon magic is unraveling, and if he doesn’t die with honor, he’ll go mad and turn into a merciless beast, hunted down by his own kind. When a brutal battle leaves him broken and bleeding on a Scottish cliffside, fate plays its cruelest trick yet—because the woman who saves his life is the one thing he never expected to find. His mate.
Vector only has days to claim her before the Dark Elf executioner arrives to silence them both. But the more she tries to keep her distance, the more his dragon magic seeps into her, making her wild with need—desperate for the one man she knows she should run from. When she’s kidnapped by a secret society that hunts supernatural creatures, Vector will burn the world down to get her back.
Rescuing her is only the beginning. To survive, Raven must make an impossible choice—accept the magic of his dragonfire and bind herself to his world of half-truths and monsters forever or walk away and condemn them both.
And Vector? He may have conquered her body, but winning her trust––and her heart––will be the greatest battle of his life.
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January 23, 2025
Royal Mate - OUT NOW!
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November 22, 2024
Cyborg Celebration is out now!
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