Predator Planet

Esra Weaver, exo-geologist, is hired for the Kerberos-90 Mining expedition, but when she awakens in her Emergency Egress Pod on a tropical, uninhabited planet, she realizes her life has taken a drastic turn for the disastrous. "Predator Planet" tries to kill her at every turn. When danger and death converge on her, her hunter becomes her savior, and when her feelings for him evolve, she realizes she must battle not only Predator Planet but also her past to make room in her heart for an unexpected but passionate future.

Esra Weaver, exo-geologist, is hired for the Kerberos-90 Mining expedition, but when she awakens in her Emergency Egress Pod on a tropical, uninhabited planet, she realizes her life has taken a drastic turn for the worse.

Mechanical Engineer Pattee Crow Flies knows trouble when she sees it. As her EEP is crashing, she's mentally preparing for permanent residence on the jade-green planet visible through her viewport. All she has to do is make camp, find fresh water, and survive. Simple.

Mechanical Engineer Patty Crow Flies knows trouble when she sees it. As her EEP is crashing, she's mentally preparing for permanent residence on the jade-green planet visible through her viewport. All she has to do is make camp, find fresh water, and survive. Simple. Hivelt left his favorite sword behind when he decided to fake his demise. On the hunting grounds known as Certain Death, he is home. With a future free of distasteful pandering to the queen Ikma, Hivelt looks forward to fishing, building a homestead, and enjoying life for once....

Amity Diaz has had worse days, but not in recent memory. No, recent memory has her waking up amidst smoking wreckage in a hellscape of craggy rocks and woman-eating trees. Did she mention the near-miss to her femoral artery or the deadly respiratory bacteria? Nevertheless, she found drinking water, Meals Ready to Eat, assorted supplies, a stray alien dog, and her trusty artificial general intelligence sidekick hasn't steered her wrong yet.

Joan Wu, 46-year old exobotanist and miner for IGMC, woke up to Velma's long list of bad news, up to and including possible death by bog, death by air, or death by a corrupt alien queen. While the bad news was dizzying, the worst part was that for a few blissful seconds, she'd forgotten her husband's death and thought he was sleeping right next to her.

That’s what I’ve been telling myself, but if I’m honest, I’m afraid I miscalculated my ability to withstand pain. After stumbling across a secret so dangerous my enemies would break universal laws to keep it, I formed a plan that would ensure the safety and freedom of my loved ones. But now I’m staring evil in the face, and I don’t think I’ll make it to the next sun's rise. When my savior arrived in the form of a hunky daydream, I thought I must have died. Maybe we aren't exactly fated mate material. But now I’m suffering a different kind of pain.