His Warrior Princess

Aine MacTavish wasn't surprised to find herself at a bar in the wee hours of the morning, paying her father's tab, and escorting him back home. Again. She had to admit, though, she really wasn't expecting the spaceship they ran into on the way or the lizard-looking aliens who tossed her into a small cell and informed her that she would soon be auctioned to the highest bidder as a pleasure-giver. She was even more shocked to see all the other stolen females from around the galaxy who were facing the same fate as her. After two years of captivity, Grizolde Theodosius JaLento, warrior and cousin to the kind of Tarilax, had lost all hope of regaining his freedom or his lost honor. There was no way he could return to his homeland now, a broken and disgraced slave. That is, until the Lizentine tyrant, Beahl, abducts a beautiful Earther female with hair the color of red Packari sands and soft, warm eyes that remind him of the stormy azure seas of home. Mine. For her, he would break the chains of captivity and restore his honor. For his mate, he would risk everything to make himself worthy.