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About Loretta Johns
Hi! I'm an Army Brat and veteran turned housemaker with her head usually in the clouds, dreaming of romance and far away places. One day, I thought, why not write them down? So here we are. I hope you enjoy hot men, gutsy women, and happily ever afters because that's what you'll get from me.
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The Mylos came to expand their trading borders, exchange knowledge, and search for their destined mates.
Join them as they find love and family.
Tellan is the ambassador sent to Earth. When he's unexpectedly matched to Laurel, he finds not only love but hope for both of their peoples thanks to Laurel's vital contributions to the efforts to create a treaty both sides are happy with.
Gundar, the Commander of the Bride Fleet that was later sent to Earth, finds himself matched with Darla. Darla is younger than he expected. She's a bit unsure of herself but soon finds her feet.
Junrig never thought to find a bride. Luckily for Melissa and her children, he was added to the active matching database once he joined the Bride Fleet as an environmental engineer. He finds the family that he never thought he'd have, and Melissa discovers that there is indeed one perfect man out there meant to be her husband and the father of her children.
Kranow dreamed of finding his match, right until he found out who it was. Wanted for offenses against the Fleet and their human brides, he's positive the universe has played a cosmic joke on him. Marley first must learn the truth behind the lies she was brainwashed with before she's even told she has a match. But will she, and if so, can she ever get him to accept the love she wants to share with him?
This boxset contains the first four Brides of the Mylos books. Each book ends with a HEA guaranteed as these women find true love among the stars.
Thirty-two, a single mom, and her world crashing down around her...
Melissa's thirty-second birthday was a train wreck of a day only made worse when she ran out of gas. Not only did she have to go into work, but after coming in late once too often, she finds herself fired. Following her supervisor's suggestion that she look into taking some courses to gain a job qualification that might work better around her children's schedules, she's surprised when the financial aid officer suggests she go apply for the Bride Program grant. After seeing the stipend offered and armed with the knowledge that there is only the remotest of possibilities that she'd turn out to be someone's perfect match, she decides to take a chance...
Junrig joined the Bride Fleet not to find a bride, but to help make life easier for those who did. He knows he's more at home with starship environmental systems than people, and that's okay. His assignment to the flagship of the Bride Fleet means he'd be among the last entered into the matching program anyway, and only then once more of the warriors and support staff on the other ships have mated. The day he is alerted to his match, he's astounded.
Is it all a mistake, or is their melded family's happiness truly written in the stars?
Junrig is the third book in the brides of the Mylos series, but can be read as a stand-alone. It is 37, 886 words of unabashedly romantic love, with a HEA.
I thought the only good alien was a dead one. Those Pig Faces and Tooth Fairies razed human civilization and forced us underground a couple hundred years ago. I'd still be there, except my mother told us we had to flee the compound for our very lives. My brothers and I figure we'll hide out or maybe find other survivors band together to kick some alien butt. Until the first thing we see are a squad of pink, fanged Tooth Fairies waiting for us with ray guns at the ready.
When the humans asked me to check out what looked like yet another historical underground bunker site, I felt it was a waste of time. They are always either empty, or filled with the dead, and nearly always in serious disrepair. In the early days, the bunkers also housed dissidents who attacked us and any humans they found fighting by our side, thinking we were the aggressors rather than those who came to save their world. As a result, by treaty, we had the responsibility to make sure these were safe to enter. I never expected to find my mate ready to attack me.
This is an enemies to lovers, alien warrior, fated mates romance with a HEA.
Darla Levin isn't looking for a husband.
Newly graduated from high school, she is, however, looking for money for college. Falling short of her needs using the more usual routes for financial aid, she decides to take a gamble and apply for the Bride Registry Scholarship. It seems simple. You don't get matched unless you're a perfect genetic and psychological fit, and for the scholarship, the pool is limited to the relatively few Mylos currently in orbit. Matches are so rare, she's never even known anyone who has been acquainted with anyone else who has been matched. After her best friend Angie registers and receives her scholarship funds immediately, Darla takes the plunge.
The unthinkable happens, and she finds she is now the mate to Gundar, the Commander of the Bride Fleet itself. He's one tall,buff drink of sexy and Darla realizes her education has only just truly begun.
It was only supposed to be a social media quiz.
Enjoying a family Sunday dinner was always a good time. Mum's great food, the antics of her niece and nephews, and getting time to hang out with her sister outside of the work they both did at the family's Caribbean-Chinese fusion restaurant in Birmingham. When her sister encourages her to take the social media quiz she shared so they could compare results, Laurel thought nothing of it. So it was about aliens, that was a hot topic lately, what with the recent arrival of the Mylos. She certainly didn't expect to come home to find the police cordoning her street off so she could have a tête-à-tête with the Prime Minister and the alien ambassador!
Being named ambassador was an honour.
First contact achieved, the next step was to convince the aliens who called themselves Humans to agree to genetic trade with the Mylos. The logistics of getting each country to agree to terms and how best to find matches with agreeable brides was proving difficult. Little did Tellan know that his job was about to become a whole lot more complicated as he finds the first mating being arranged is his when he's alerted to a match. As for his bride, she didn't even know what she was completing the questionnaire for. Having discovered his match, his biological imperative means he must complete his mating or die. His sense of ethics means she must be willing..
Can he get her to see that theirs is a love truly fated by the stars?
Being promoted to detective in the New Hope Protectorate Bureau was an achievement I was proud of. It had taken a lot of hard work and dealing with a lot of sexism, even in this day and age. I loved my assignment to Illegal Imports and Exports Control at Huachuca Landing Field, a small spaceport terminal on the grounds of the former military post from the pre-Drowned World days. A fair bit of the old post was now underwater and had been among the first of the cleanup efforts our alien friends helped us accomplish. This meant I got to enjoy scuba diving and sailing the pristine waters of Huachuca Bay while not busy checking imports of and exports for contraband.
Imagine my surprise when I’m assigned to help track down the missing District Commissioner and the group of underground bunker folks that made it off-world after the killing that shocked the world. No one had even known that this bunker had existed until recently, and they were the first people to be still living in them for over a hundred years, which had been sensational enough, to begin with. The pressure is on, as the case has caught the public imagination. Not enough pressure? The Paethian Royal family is now involved, and the Paethians have been given the lead on the case. I find myself heading out into deep space to work with some cotton candy-colored vampire whose markings begin to deepen, apparently from just meeting me. He makes my arm itch, too, and what’s with him licking his hand before shaking mine?
The royal wedding is in seven days. Seven! I’ve been asked to retrieve the mother of the humans marrying our King and his brother in the double wedding and bring her back in time to attend the said ceremony. That wouldn’t be too demanding, except for one tiny detail. No one knows where she is, seeing as she was kidnapped by the Bunker Killers, as the tabloid press has dubbed them. I have a lead, though, but it’s one that presents its own set of problems. Sa’Shawna Station is in the Neorjokno Commonwealth’s sector of space, not ours. Oh, and to reach there, I have to cross disputed space rife with all kinds of travelers, including Freebooters.
Not complicated enough? My bosses in the SCIS have decided we should give the humans a role in the investigation and retrieval, in the spirit of co-operation. I don’t mind that one bit as it’s a good idea. The detective they select is well trained enough, albeit not experienced in this type of crime. Did I mention the Freebooters and having to cross contested space and going to a space station in another government’s region? Well, now I have the added pressure of discovering my mate and taking her into this danger while my biological clock starts ticking like a veritable time bomb. I need to claim her, keep us from being eaten by space cannibals, captured by slavers, or blown into smithereens by heavier armed smugglers, find the King’s mother-in-law, catch the murdering criminals who kidnapped her, and do it all before the seven days are up. No pressure at all, right?
This is an alien warrior, fated mates romance with a HEA.
All Marley had wanted to do was get justice for her twin sister and all of the rest of women duped by the Mylos into becoming their brides thanks to their hinky scholarship program. She hadn't meant for things to go as far as they did, but the time of reckoning had come. With Melissa's rescue and the arrest of the two goons she'd hired, it had only been a matter of time before she got caught.
Reunited with her twin on one of the distant Mylos planets, she got a big dose of reality. Her twin was happy, deeply in love and loved just as much in return, and a mother. There were no breeding farms as the propaganda had told her there were. Faced with the lies she'd been told and the damage she'd done, Marley had a choice to make- just how to make it up to Melissa, Junrig, and the rest of the Mylos and their brides current and potentially future. When the Mylos Council suggest a publicly broadcast apology and that she try her hand at applying for the scholarship herself, she sees her chance to start making amends while rebuilding her own life. After all, it's a one in a billion chance of getting matched, right?
"They want me to accept her as my mate?"
Kranow joined the Bride Fleet hoping the odds would favor him and provide him with a match. When he'd been told that he had one but it was a known terrorist, he'd felt appalled. Grateful to Commander Gundar for not sharing her image or any further information that would start his mating display, he quietly prepared himself to a future of being mateless. When he hears Marley has gone through rehabilitation and is now looking to make amends, he's horrified at the Council's request of him: allow his match to become public and accept Marley as his bride. A bride that has no idea that he's already been identified as her match and thinks she's taking a long shot chance, all as a gesture of a repentance. Can he trust her sincerity and allow himself to share his heart and soul? There's only one way to find out.
I knew I was in trouble when the site I was on attracted unwanted attention. Those giant blue aliens poking around the ruins were after the same thing I was- treasure. Only where I wanted to procure knowledge, and maybe a few artifacts, to take back to the Lindholm Institute for legitimate purposes, these guys were after a quick buck. I wasn't going to hang around here alone anymore. Unfortunately, they saw me leave, and while I got away, I can't afford the repairs to my ship. I was going to have to charter a ride and hope the Institute made good on the fare. I'm not too sure about the scoundrel I seem to have hired, though.
I needed credits, and fast. Losing at the klennert tables meant I owed a substantial debt, and I had far too few solars in which to pay up. When I heard a human woman was looking for a ride back to my home sector and some fancy Institute was going to foot the bill, it sounded like easy money. You know what they say about easy, right? Those Jilnish pirates weren't part of the deal, but hey, two can play at that game. They had some valuable cargo, and I knew just where to offload it. The only thing is that the researcher I'm ferrying is my mate, and as such, it is a much more valuable bounty...
Route 66. Two sisters, one hell of a road trip.
It was supposed to be a reunion celebration, two Navy Brat sisters separated by the tragedy that had led to them both becoming Gold Star widows at the same time now together again and having some well-deserved fun. Connie and Lexie’s two daughters had graduated from high school, one now off to college, the other to the Air Force Academy. There was nothing to hold them back from making the most of their time.
Step one: Buying the right car for the trip. It had to be a classic, and wouldn’t you know it? In the parking lot outside of the Wal-Mart they’d decided to meet up at, there it was. A faded beauty of a ’66 T-bird convertible, it had a For Sale sign in the window with a price not to be ignored. One restoration later and their bags packed, they were ready to rock-n-roll their way down the historic Route.
Step two: Visiting both their father and brother and let them know about their trip. That meant a detour through the Southern states, but hey, it was a road trip! More adventure, right? Go see them, stop at some roadside attractions along the way, and then hit the closest end of the Route and get their party properly started. More road trip, more adventure!
Boy, was there ever, both off the route and on it!
Route 666 is the first instalment of the Dade Sisters Adventures as they reconnect on the road trip of a lifetime. It’s an urban fantasy filled with love, laughter, and some out-of-this world goings on that neither could have imagined. Come join them for the ride, just don’t mind the rat and the chihuahua sitting in the back!
I'm an elf. A Winter Cheer Elf, to be precise.
A Winter Cheer Elf's job is clear: from the fall solstice until spring, we are to spread as much cheer as possible. There are plenty of opportunities to do so, from small things such as providing free hot cocoa with marshmallows where people are enjoying sledding and ice skating to big ones, such as ensuring winter holidays go off without a hitch.
I take my job seriously, but when my cousin Kristianos railed about a letter addressed to Santa being more suited to those doing Cupid duty later, I needed to know more. By the New Year, I had my answer. Come Valentine's Day, I knew I was lost. Will spring blossom into our happily ever after?
If I have any say in the matter, you better believe it!
This is a rom-com with some definite spice at the end of all of the sweet, so is for mature readers only.