3 Alien Promises by C. Y. Croc

Who would fly across a galaxy pursuing love with aliens? 5 human women, that’s who!

Cassie: I say goodbye to the four other women I’ve travelled across the galaxy with to meet the alien man of my dreams and climb into my pod filled with my belongs. But something hits the ship. My pod is separated from the others, and it crashes onto the planet where I’m supposed to meet my mate.
My first impression is I’ve landed in heaven—flowers are everywhere. But it quickly turns into hell. I’m now locked in a cage in a dingy alien bar full of dirty alien-biker gang members. I’m desperate to escape because the boss of the gang says I’m to please the customers any which way he sees fit to pay off the damage my crash caused to the drugs he was cultivating.
Just when I’d lost all hope of ever getting out of here, an alien turns up at the bar and calls out my name. He tells me he’s here to rescue me, but he is not a humanoid looking alien like the other bikers. Should I trust him? Or is this a case of out of the frying pan into the fire?
Capsi: I don’t know why but I’m drawn into the outskirts of the citydom to a bar that has a line of infamous gang members’ bikes parked outside and trouble written all over it. But I’ll do whatever it takes to save the human woman I hope will be inside of there because if it wasn’t for her friend, my brothers and I would all be dead.
On entering, I see her in a cage. I call out her name and approach her. She’s frightened of me because I don’t look like the other bikers and it takes three promises to persuade her to trust me.
Now, all I have to do is free her, probably fight the whole damn bar, and then escape with her before they send for back-up.
Will I pull this off? The instantaneous deep connection I feel for the human woman tells me I’ll do anything to keep her safe—even if it means losing my life.