Humanity is desperate, scattered amongst the stars at the mercy of the planets that will have us, but mostly we have nothing. No hope, no prospects, nothing. Poverty, crime, disease, we’re the running joke among the highly advanced alien species that surround us. We’re desperate, all of us, but we’re not entirely without worth… without use. Humans are still good for cheap labor and entertainment, oh and breeding. Human women are great for breeding.

That’s where the Solar Breeding Agency comes in. For a hefty fee and a dowry paid to our families, an alien in need of a surrogate can buy us. When my mom starts skipping meals to sneak more food onto my sister’s plates, my dad buried in an unmarked grave… I’m not left with a ton of options. But when I’m paired with a dangerous, berserker alien known for the visceral way he kills and rumored to be suffering with an incurable affliction called war madness, my prospects are dimming by the second. Good thing I only need to lie down and be bred. That shouldn’t be too hard, right? But what if it feels better than I expected? What if I end up liking the rough way he handles me? The way he allows no one else near. What if when our time is up and he has the baby he requires, he doesn’t let me leave? What if I don't want to go?

Bred by Fafnir is the first installment in the standalone Solar Breeding Agency series. Filled and stuffed to the brim with possessive alien mates, spicy alien… parts and a darker, grittier take on the genre.