Author Anna Svoboda
Author Anna Svoboda
Spicy alien romance series
Mondays suck, and then you get kidnapped by aliens.
Astra
In the grand mess of life, where my two jobs barely keep my moldy apartment afloat, the universe decides to throw in an extra curveball — I'm abducted by aliens to be sold as an exotic slave. Now, I'm stuck in a cell with an alien roommate whose job description includes impregnating me. It's like adding rotten cherries atop of a cosmic joke of a cake that is my life.
But here's the kicker — my extraterrestrial companion turns out to be surprisingly civilized. A gentlealien, if you will? Terminology aside, he's beautiful, in every sense of the word. Despite the absurdity of the situation, there's an undeniable attraction between us. Yet, the looming threat of slavery dampens any sparks.
Tareq
Mission: Infiltrate the slaver crew. Reality: Locked in with the cargo. Now, they want me to impregnate a female from some primitive planet. Surprise of the millennium — she's not the helpless victim I anticipated.
She's resilient, intelligent, and beautiful, even with those blunt teeth and useless claws. I could see her as my mate, but that's a cosmic joke. Once I free us, she's off to her cozy planet, leaving me to nurse my two broken hearts. The Ancestors sure have a twisted sense of humor.
A single mother stranded on an alien space station? Just another day in paradise.
Nala
Life as a working girl on a remote space station isn't exactly the dream I’d had as a middle class college student back on Earth. But hey, at least I'm given the freedom to roam the station and choose my own johns, so technically, I’m not a slave, right? Just deeply indebted to an alien crime lord. No biggie. But I'll do whatever it takes to protect my daughter, even if it means selling my body to the next lonely, sad sap for an hour.
When a hunky red alien catches my eye, I see dollar signs and a chance at freedom. Too bad he also makes my heart skip a beat. Rule number one of being a working girl: don't catch feelings. Especially not for someone who could be my ticket out of here—and my little girl's last hope.
Faelin
I came to this space station with my team to hand over a bunch of intergalactic criminals to the United Galactic Council. Instead, I find myself completely smitten by a beautiful human female. She's clever, resilient, and hides a world of pain behind her dazzling smile. I want to rescue her from this life, but she doesn't seem to want saving.
I don't care about her past or her secrets. I don't care that she’s lied to me and stolen from me. Or that she shot me. Winning her trust may be the greatest challenge I've ever faced, but I want her and I’m going to have her. I'm never giving her up.
In a universe of despair, trust is the hardest thing to find.
Z'Ree
I spent my life as a prized possession, valued only for the high my singing crystals can induce. I lost my freedom, my identity, and even my voice. Now that I've escaped, I'll do anything to avoid being caught again—even if it means hiding deep in the underbelly of a strange spaceship, where thirst, hunger, and fear are my constant companions.
When a kind human discovers me, I'm faced with a choice. Keep running, or take a chance on freedom?
Nikolai
Kidnapped from Earth and rescued from slavery, I'm still struggling to find my place in this vast galaxy. As the Supernova's makeshift medic, I'm desperate to prove my worth among a crew of former elite soldiers. But when I discover a stowaway—a poor female frightened beyond reason, with eyes that sparkle like amethysts and skin that shimmers like starlight—I realize some things are more important than fitting in.
Can I convince her to trust me before my crew discovers her presence? And what will I do if they discover her?
In space, no one can hear you fall in love. Unless you’re falling in love with the most annoying jerk in the galaxy.
D'Aakh
I've always been the one to fix things, to make the impossible possible. But ever since that fateful day, I've been spiraling out of control, unable to mend what's truly broken. Me.
Now, with our ship falling apart and my crew relying on me, I'm forced to accept help from the most unlikely source: a human technician. I want to hate her, to prove she's inferior but her skill and determination are undeniable. As we work side by side, I find myself drawn to her vibrant spirit. But can I let go of my pain long enough to see the future she represents?
Lucía
As the main technician on a remote mining station, I fix everything from massive furnaces to alien toilets. When a mysterious ship docks for repairs, I'm thrust into a world of advanced technology and complex emotions.
The ship's brooding alien technician challenges me at every turn but I've never backed down from a fight. Or the chance to prove myself. As we work together to fix the ship, I begin to see beyond his prickly exterior. But with danger looming ahead, can I risk opening my heart up to someone who seems determined to push everyone away?
When a fated mate bond is the last thing you want and the only thing you need.
Lyriana
I’ve spent my life avoiding attachments and fiercely guarding my independence. The last thing I need is a fated mate—especially a human kidnapped from Earth who I have to rescue from slavery. But the dreams won’t stop, and meeting my mate is the only way to break the bond. Now I’m on a mission to save a man I don’t want, alongside a crewmate I can barely stand, while hunting down the most dangerous criminals in the galaxy. What could possibly go wrong?
Steven
Aliens are real. And they’re jerks. Who kidnaps humans from Earth to keep them as slaves?
If it were just me, I’d use my Navy SEAL training and fight back tooth and nail, but they got my brother too. When they threaten Jaime, I give in and pretend to be the most obedient slave in the galaxy to keep him safe while I figure out a way to save us both.
Then, a strange woman starts appearing in my hallucinations, promising salvation. Is she real, or just another trick of my tortured mind? Am I really that creative, dreaming up a three-breasted alien lady in a combat uniform? Or is some alien magic at play?
coming soon!
(already written and being edited)
When an angel falls from the sky, it's either the end of days or someone's really committed to their cosplay. Aliens never even occurred to me.
Fin
Finding a winged stranger in the desert wasn't on my post-convention to-do list. Neither was bringing him home. But here I am, housing a gorgeous "fallen angel" who barely speaks English and makes my pulse skip. Those wings look suspiciously real, and his eyes are definitely not human, but he's probably just a dedicated method actor, right?
Wrong move, Fin. Smart girls don't invite mysterious strangers into their homes. Smart girls definitely don't get butterflies when said stranger looks at them like they hung the stars. But when he smiles and says my name in that adorable accent, all of my common sense flies out the window.
Omni
Mission: Stop slavers from kidnapping humans. Reality: Crash-landed on Earth with a broken wing and a beautiful human who thinks I'm an actor. Fin believes I'm method acting some elaborate fallen angel role, and I need her to keep thinking that. At least, until I heal and find the slavers threatening her world.
But living in her tiny dwelling, watching her care for me with such gentle kindness, is breaking down every wall I've ever built. She deserves better than lies, and I deserve better than falling for someone I can never have. The longer I stay, the harder it becomes to remember this is temporary and that, when my mission is over, I'll have to break both our hearts.
When you crash-land on an alien moon, getting adopted by a feral predator isn’t the worst thing that can happen to you. Especially when he’s hot.
Jaime
Chronic illness has taught me to be a fighter, but crash-landing on an alien moon while unable to walk? That's a new level of cosmic unfairness. Now I'm stranded in a jungle with no supplies, no rescue coming, and a very real chance of becoming something's dinner.
Then my something shows up. Eight limbs, camouflage skin, and enough teeth to star in my nightmares. Except instead of eating me, this feral predator seems to think I belong to him. He doesn't speak, barely seems civilized, but he protects me and looks at me like I'm the most precious thing in his world.
Living with a creature who purrs when he scent-marks me probably isn't the healthiest coping mechanism, but when you're disabled and alone on a hostile alien world, you take the wins where you can get them. Even if your "win" has claws and a possessive streak a mile wide.
Adam
Mine. Mate.
The words cut through the red fog that clouds my mind when I catch the strange creature's scent. I don't remember much, just hunger, hunting, and endless rage, but this small, fragile thing awakens something else. Something that wants to protect instead of destroy.
It's damaged, its body not working properly. No matter. I'll be its legs, its claws, its strength. I'll keep it safe in my den and never let it go.
The creature makes soft sounds that feel familiar, though I can't understand them. It calls me "Adam," and when it speaks, the fog lifts just enough for me to remember I used to be more. But remembering hurts, and forgetting is easier when I have my mate to focus on instead.
coming soon!
(already written)
