Weeping Nightshade

It's the year 8088, and spaceships are as common as cars. Five best friends set off on a carefree girls' vacation among the stars, until their pleasure cruiser crash-lands on Aetheris Prime, a hidden alien world where the males outnumber the females... and every human woman is seen as a priceless gift from the gods.

But these aren't your average alien mates. They're monsters with primal instincts, tails, tentacles, and taboo mating rituals. When the girls are claimed, they're made to inhale the Weeping Nightshade ritual flower, drifting them into a deep, helpless sleep while their alien males perform the sacred mating rites.

Somno lovers, this is for you: These monsters are gentle when they want to be, but rough when they need to claim what's theirs. Expect virgin males eager to learn and worship every inch of their mate's body, possessive jocks and himbos, and shadowy predators who'll hunt you down for a taste of your surrender.

This isn't your average sci-fi smut. It's an unapologetic, sleep-drenched, monster-fueled fever dream for fans of:

• Somno play
• Alien monster mating rituals
• Primal hunting, knotting, and rough claiming
• Tails, tentacles, and everything taboo
• Himbos, virgin males, and a dash of BDSM

Once you surrender, your dreams belong to your alien mate, and when you wake up, you'll be his forever.

"I've never read anything quite like this story. It's funny, exciting, steamy, & keeps you on the edge of your seat. I can't put it down for a second. I can't wait for book 2." -Inkitt Reader Review

"I'm really invested in this story. I LOVE alien romance so I'm a sucker for this. Even though there's loads of relationships, I'm rooting for them all. IT IS an unsual storyline but worth it."-Inkitt Reader Review

"I loveee the story it's so good, each couple are so different and interesting I couldn't put the book down." -Inkitt Reader Review

"It's easy to imagine the scenes and damn!! If you love devoted men too, this is definitely for you, but don't read on ovulation days, lest you dry hump your teddy bear