On the far edges of the Phaeton Universe, three warlords rule the remote and desolate mining planet of Djaromir. With few surviving females amongst them, the miners must find mates from offworld or face extinction of their kind. When a twist of fate finds a group of Earth women kidnapped, far from home and needing help, Warlord K’hor of Hamuir launches a rescue not only for their sake, but also for his brethren’s sake as well. Before long, his fellow warlords, Sparx of Fyeir and Matrix of Gunninng, arrive to remind him that Hamuir isn’t the only tunnel city in search of mates. Explore the mines of Djaromir in this collection of the first three installments in the Miners of Djaromir series.

A woman on a mission… Petal Jane, PJ to her family, is on the way to rescue her big sister—whether she wants her to or not. Or at least that was the plan her parents had come up with. “Don’t worry,” they assured her. It was supposed to be foolproof. First, sign up for the Djaromir volunteer program. Check. Second, catch a Phaeton spaceship to the distant planet where her sister had disappeared to. Check. Last, grab her sister and get the hell back to Earth before one of the big guys think she’s there to get mated, sexed up, and pregnant like all the other fools she’d arrived with… And that’s where she runs into a snag. He’s more than a little rough around the edges… Shuddre doesn’t talk much—if at all. His penchant for silence, combined with his mountainous size, makes others uncomfortable. Taller and wider than all of his brethren, his bulk is both a blessing and a curse. His massive size and abilities are valuable assets to Gunninng, yet when he’s within the tunnels of the city, he feels suffocated. It’s one of the reasons why he’s determined to answer his warlord’s summons, find out what Gunninng needs, and then get the hell back to the mines as quickly as possible. He never thought there’d be anything to keep him here… Until he saw her.

K’hor, Warlord of Hamuir, was stuck between a rock and hard place… Literally. On Djaromir, a remote and desolate mining planet, K’hor and two fellow warlords rule a rugged, but desperate people. With few females remaining, the miners of Djaromir must find new mates or face extinction. When the opportunity arises to rescue Earth-women kidnapped, K’hor sees a new future for his people. With the new brides under his protection, he hopes that a little time alone with his men will be enough to convince at least some of the women to stay —specifically the one he realizes is his mate. Juniper wanted a family, not a kidnapping and hostage situation... Applying for the Bridal Pact had taken every ounce of courage Juniper had left in her compact 5’2’’ body. High hopes for a new future had burst into flames the moment she realized her bridal liaison was nothing more than a wolf in sheep’s clothing—or in this case a human trafficker in a cheap dress suit. Waking on a harsh alien world, Junie knew her plans had gone poof. Blaming it on her bad luck, she’s ready to throw in the towel and admit defeat when he walks in. Unable to deny a strange and powerful attraction for her Warlord rescuer, Juniper has some tough decisions to make. Even though it makes no sense, Junie can’t shake the feeling that she belongs here—with him. Djaromir was offering her everything she’d ever wanted, topped with one deliciously alpha, panty-wetting Warlord. Was she crazy or could this be fate’s plan all along?

Leora is a former snake milker that now enjoys the okayest job of balancing motherhood and writing contemporary romance. *Some with a sci fi twist* A sucker for dirty talk, both the sexy kind and the type that leads to the discovery of new curse words, Leora catches all the craziness in her head on the cracked screen of her laptop. Squeezed into a small workspace in her Florida garage, this author uses her imagination *and cannabis* to explore the worlds she has created. Her work has been praised extensively by her mother—who pinky promised to read the sexy parts with her eyes closed—and ignored by the rest of her family. Some critics have made compelling statements about her work such as “foul mouthed woman” and “nothing more than porn”. When asked for a comment regarding those reviews, the author’s answer was, “f$&% yeah!” with an enthusiastic nod and accompanying finger guns shooting in the air. Check her out at LeoraGonzales.com or on social media for updates, new releases and random little weirds she overshares when she’s bored.

Unlike many of his friends, Warlord Matrix of Gunninng is eager to find his future mate amongst the human volunteers arriving to the mining world of Djaromir. Despite his enthusiasm at finding a mate, old fears return that he cannot shake. His scar has repulsed females in the past, even when they’d been paid to hide their reaction, filling the normally brash warlord with more doubt than he cared to admit. What if his mate did the same? Finding himself inexplicably drawn to a fiery beauty named Rue, he can't resist the mating call despite his insecurities. ' Trix knew it would take a special female to accept a mate with a scarred face like his, but he never expected her to be so... spicy. Veruca Salazar, aka Rue, had gotten herself into quite a pickle. Signing up for the volunteer program that the Djaromir advertised seemed like an easy way to make some cash. A short vacation on a planet filled with buff eye candy and then to Earth with a big fat check. Sure, there were whispers of some sort of crazy Djaromir “mating pull,” but Rue figured that was just nonsense sprouted by the muscle-bound Neanderthal Warlords. None of that was actually real. Until her best friend proves her wrong by succumbing to the Djaromir mating heat herself. Now, Rue has a choice to make. Find a mate of her own and stay on Djaromir, or venture home alone, without her closest—and only—friend in the world.

Schooled by the harshness of Djaromir, Warlord Sparx of Fyeir believes women to be a distraction he can’t—and won’t—allow himself. His focus needs to be on the city he rules and their progress into the future, not on coddling a sensitive human female. As warlord, he’ll do his duty and help match his men to their future brides but has no intent in joining their happily mated ranks. Then, he sees Lucy. One glance at the sweet little female and his fate is sealed—whether he wants it to be or not. Burning with the need to claim his tempting mate, Sparx tries to hold strong but can't resist his powerful attraction to the newly arrived, fragile female. He can only hope the risk is worth it in the end. Nicknamed “Lucy Goosey” for her tendency to wreak havoc in almost any situation, Lucy had begun to wonder if her streak of unfortunate catastrophes would ever end. Unlucky at literally everything, she knew a change was needed if she’d ever get what she wanted out of life. Crossing her fingers that Earth was the jinx, Lucy and her best friend take a leap of faith and catch a ride to the distant mining planet advertising for mates. She knew it sounded absolutely bonkers, but she’d give just about anything for a chance to have what seemed to only happen in romance novels. Considering the chaos that normally follows her around, she’s holding her breath in hopes that maybe this time will be different. On the harsh world of Djaromir, surrounded by dangers at literally every step, is it possible that Lucy can feel safe being her normally clumsy self? Will she find her happily-ever-after in the massive arms of the imposing Warlord or will her bad luck mean a one-way ticket home?

She’s a force to be reckoned with… Marisol Medina is all about the hustle. Reporting for duty with a shiny new business degree, she’s not only the first Medina to go to college, she’s also the knight in shining hoops that literally everyone is counting on to take their struggling family bar and turn it into the profitable taqueria of their dreams. Why? Because tacos and tequila solve everything. Obviously. There’s just one problem. She’s hit a snag. A big, sexy, bearded, six-foot-plus snag. This isn’t how he’d planned on getting her attention… Sy Ransom, owner of Symon Says Sweets, ran out of room in his bakery about two seconds after he opened it. He needs to expand, and putting in an offer for the empty building next door seems like a win-win situation. He’ll be able to double his size without having to leave the location he’s come to love. The building isn’t technically on the market, but he figures it won’t hurt to ask, right? Wrong. He is so wrong. The result…a Mexican standoff. Now locked in a bidding war, his thriving bakery and her family’s struggling taco shop are contracted to cater the town’s most anticipated anniversary shindig. Can they keep things professional or will the oven mitts come off once the lime wedges come out?