Tribes Series by Milana Jacks

I’m done with rituals, sick of inhaling prayer smoke until I’m dizzy. The females, our hope for future are gone, slaughtered in brutal tribal wars. Prayers won’t make females fall from the sky. Until one does. My tribe has prepared the terrain for the games. But I find myself defying the rules of the hunt to protect her. Besides, an Alpha always eats first.

No male in the tribal lands would stoop so low as to steal a prize instead of winning her fair and square. Nar. There’s a reason I’m standing knee-deep in mud, my body pelted with rain that annoys me to the bone. I'm hating on the rival tribe, and I’m entering their games only to eliminate their Earl. I'm not here for the prize. The moment I spot the female—who’s shivering, miserable, but still managing to spit at her captors—I forget I'm not competing for her... moreNo male in the tribal lands would stoop so low as to steal a prize instead of winning her fair and square. Nar. There’s a reason I’m standing knee-deep in mud, my body pelted with rain that annoys me to the bone. I'm hating on the rival tribe, and I’m entering their games only to eliminate their Earl. I'm not here for the prize. The moment I spot the female—who’s shivering, miserable, but still managing to spit at her captors—I forget I'm not competing for her. My heart thumps in my ears, and the hunter steers. I wanna win her. Michelle. Once upon a recent time, I traveled on a ship bound for a sun-and-sea vacation planet. Until it crashed, and the natives captured and threw me in a hole—then dragged me in front of a couple hundred warriors who’re here competing for breeding rights. I hate them all. Except for the one who seems not quite like the others. Oh, he’s pretty much like them, but some instinct within me tells me if I stop throwing my inner pity party and do as I’m told, I just might survive…. Nar. Ask me how I feel about stealing the prize now. less

She's so beautiful when she's unaware that anyone is watching. Most prey are, but none provide admirable entertainment like this one. Hart said womankind don’t leap. He said they’re awkwardly uncoordinated. That's because he's never seen Eme dance. But he will as soon as I bring her in. All there’s left for me to do is find her nesting place, open a portal into Kalia, and let her walk through. This is gonna be so easy. ~ Mas... moreShe's so beautiful when she's unaware that anyone is watching. Most prey are, but none provide admirable entertainment like this one. Hart said womankind don’t leap. He said they’re awkwardly uncoordinated. That's because he's never seen Eme dance. But he will as soon as I bring her in. All there’s left for me to do is find her nesting place, open a portal into Kalia, and let her walk through. This is gonna be so easy. ~ Mas. *** Instant attraction alien romance with an over 40 prima ballerina heroine and a predator who falls so hard so fast, he bleeds on the cursed sands of Blood Dunes. Welcome back to the tribe where women are goddesses. less

Omi. When an alien shows up down the river, I pick her off and put her in my cave like any other item I store. Except this alien moves into my nest and forces my transition into a male. There's only one female who can do that, and after a thousand turns, she has arrived to me. The problem? I haven't taken my male shape in many turns. I'm practically an animal. A feral bird of prey unfit for a goddess. I can barely walk on these odd two feet. Well then, I’d better shape up... moreOmi. When an alien shows up down the river, I pick her off and put her in my cave like any other item I store. Except this alien moves into my nest and forces my transition into a male. There's only one female who can do that, and after a thousand turns, she has arrived to me. The problem? I haven't taken my male shape in many turns. I'm practically an animal. A feral bird of prey unfit for a goddess. I can barely walk on these odd two feet. Well then, I’d better shape up. Shave, bathe in oils, put some jewelry in my hair. For a goddess has landed in my nest, and the heat marathon waits for no Alpha, not even the king of the Om tribe. Gwen. I thought escaping an exploding transport ship was scary. Then I meet him. Or, more accurately, he catches me like a falcon snatching a mouse and carries me back to his aerie. It gets better! He shifts from a giant bird into something more recognizable. More mouthwatering. An Alpha male. He says I am his Omega. And if I can manage not to freak out, I just might become his goddess of wind and desire. ***Omegaverse flavored Science fiction Romance. Can be read as a standalone or as a part of the series. less

If the predators learn her secret, she’ll be no one’s mate. She’ll be just prey. Tash. I sleep, hunt, and fight. Until Imani. A smart, kind female with a body made for breeding. I keep her out of the Games, she takes care of my house. And tempts me until I no longer care if she’s a goddess or not. Big mistake. Huge. For the goddess Bera requires the ultimate sacrifice. My life. Imani. From the moment I was captured, I’ve been walking a tightrope. What the Ra can’t breed or worship, they eat... moreIf the predators learn her secret, she’ll be no one’s mate. She’ll be just prey. Tash. I sleep, hunt, and fight. Until Imani. A smart, kind female with a body made for breeding. I keep her out of the Games, she takes care of my house. And tempts me until I no longer care if she’s a goddess or not. Big mistake. Huge. For the goddess Bera requires the ultimate sacrifice. My life. Imani. From the moment I was captured, I’ve been walking a tightrope. What the Ra can’t breed or worship, they eat. I can’t have young. And if Tash suspects there’s a goddess lurking inside me, I’ll be really screwed. Turns out, I'm screwed. In this fast-paced, sci fi fantasy romance, a sweet-and-rough alien hero battles his feelings for the most worshiped female of his lands, a sweet, sassy, inspirited 40+ heroine. Consumed leads into the final book of the series. Welcome to the Ra tribe. less

He will take no prisoners to win her. Lena. Everyone on Nomra Prime thinks I’m Mae, a fire goddess come to life. A goddess the males of this planet will kill their own kin to possess. Truth is, I’m just a tough product of the California foster system. I’ve stayed alive on my youth and my looks, and keeping my brain under wraps. That requires a lot of lies. The biggest? The queen believes I’m head over heels for her son. She’s not wrong. She’s just wrong about which one. Ark... moreHe will take no prisoners to win her. Lena. Everyone on Nomra Prime thinks I’m Mae, a fire goddess come to life. A goddess the males of this planet will kill their own kin to possess. Truth is, I’m just a tough product of the California foster system. I’ve stayed alive on my youth and my looks, and keeping my brain under wraps. That requires a lot of lies. The biggest? The queen believes I’m head over heels for her son. She’s not wrong. She’s just wrong about which one. Ark. From the moment I met her, this human female has simmered in my mind, taunting me with promises of hot nights spent making pups. She is Mae, goddess of fire and lies. And my brother thinks he will win the games, and win her hand. He is wrong. Like the ripest fruit plucked from the marketplace of Ra, she will be mine. Three spans, two nights, one winner. The games start at dawn. ***This is the series finale with the character you've been waiting to read. Grab your reader, turn on the fan, and enjoy another ride in Milanaverse! =D. less