Books 1 through 3 in the bestselling Dragons of Preor series in one volume! They've come to Earth looking for mates... and found them. Jarek - What’s hotter than an alien with scales? An alien with wings and scales, not to mention a hot body. Taulan - He wants to return to Preor and she wants a job, but you don’t always get what you want. Kozav - Kozav found his mate and then he lost her. Now it’s time to hunt…
Tyff wasn’t looking for love. He almost flew over it. Tyff had always been a dedicated Preor warrior of the Third Fleet. His singular goal is to prove himself as a warrior and move up the chain of command. Yet he’s been overlooked time and again. Even more than advancement, he’s ached for a mate. Craved what he sees other Preor possess so effortlessly. But so far, the Knowing has remained absent—as has his mate. When he’s tasked with flying over some human resistance-occupied fields, he takes his work seriously—believing in the future of combining the human and Preor species. He simply cannot understand the violence of humans and how brutal they are to each other. It seems it only gets worse each day the Preor are present on planet Earth. Does Tyff even want a human mate considering they’re so selfish and reckless? His choice is taken from him when he flies too near to Renay. Happy with her life in a small country town as a librarian, she’s a simple girl with simple needs. Until Tyff gets close. Now all bets are off and both of these souls are raging infernos of need and Knowing untill they get their hands on each other. All that pent up desire is going to make them pop. Then Tyff will understand that even with great brutality and violence, humans are capable of something even stronger. Great love.
What's hotter than an alien with scales? An alien with wings and scales, not to mention a hot body. At 457 Preor years old, Jarek sen Claron is a dragon ready for his final flight into the skies. This voyage to Earth as the War Master of the third fleet will be his final assignment. Once he has helped his fellow Preors secure human mates, he will return to Preor before the madness of loneliness overtakes his mind. That all changes when he meets Melissa. Human Melissa with her sparkling eyes, bright smile, and body that would make any hot-blooded male drool. Unfortunately, she never registered as a Preor mate hopeful. No matter, the Knowing stretches between them and there is no way she can resist him. Until she does. Jarek wishes to give her the choice to mate him, while everything inside him screams to take Melissa beneath his wing, now. No choosing necessary. But should he draw her to his side when his enemies are circling? Many males do not believe the son of a Preor mass murderer deserves to have a mate. Can he survive the coming battles? Or will he die without tasting sweet Melissa's lips?
Books 4 through 7 in the bestselling Dragons of Preor series in one volume! Rendan - Violence is never the answer… unless you’re a Preor warrior. Zadri - What’s a single, pregnant woman supposed to do when her family kicks her out? Go to Preor Choosing Station Tau and hope a dragon shapeshifting alien is her mate, of course. Hatched - Taulan joi Lana Coburn, War Master of the Preor third fleet, is finally having his wishes granted. He has a mate and will soon have two dragonlets to protect and love. But only if he can live to see them born. Or, as his Lana says, hatched. Ivoth - He has to choose—love or honor—because he can’t have both.
What's a single, pregnant woman supposed to do when her family kicks her out? Go to Preor Choosing Station Tau and hope a dragon shapeshifting alien is her mate, of course. Delaney Cole found her mate among the Preor only to watch him die-through his own eyes thanks to the Knowing. Now, what's she supposed to do when she discovers that her second mate is the male who'd killed her first? It doesn't matter that he's gorgeous, that his peach scales invite her touch, and his thick muscles make her fingers tingle with the need to caress him. She shouldn't want such a violent, deadly male, but... she does. Zadri was born a son of Syh, orphaned and unwanted, and he never imagined actually having a mate. Yet, Delaney is his. Yes, he was the one to rip out her first mate's throat, but now that he has experienced the Knowing with her, he will not let her go. Her lush curves, inner strength, and unborn young belong to him-wholly and until he takes his final flight. When others attempt to rip her from his life, he will explain the gravity of their error. Slowly. Painfully. He only hopes he can reach her before they escape.
What’s hotter than an alien with scales? An alien with wings and scales, not to mention a hot body. At 457 Preor years old, Jarek sen Claron is a dragon ready for his final flight into the skies. This voyage to Earth as the War Master of the third fleet will be his final assignment. Once he has helped his fellow Preors secure human mates, he will return to Preor before the madness of loneliness overtakes his mind. That all changes when he meets Melissa. Human Melissa with her sparkling eyes, bright smile, and body that would make any hot-blooded male drool. Unfortunately, she never registered as a Preor mate hopeful. No matter, the Knowing stretches between them and there is no way she can resist him. Until she does. Jarek wishes to give her the choice to mate him, while everything inside him screams to take Melissa beneath his wing, now. No choosing necessary. But should he draw her to his side when his enemies are circling? Many males do not believe the son of a Preor mass murderer deserves to have a mate. Can he survive the coming battles? Or will he die without tasting sweet Melissa’s lips?
I met an alien. He is mind-scorchingly hot. I actually think I am falling for him. One problem...he is my alien slave master and I am trying to escape.CarissaI've never known Earth. Or freedom. Both were taken from me when I was too young to remember. But I know exactly what the latest alien scumbags to buy me have in mind, the moment I hear the word "fertile."Desperation's the mother of invention, and one easily seduced guard later, I'm escaping to finally live on my own terms. To find my mom, my one connection to a planet I'll probably never see. The only person who's ever given a damn about me. It's all that keeps me going. The source of every last drop of energy I eke out of this miserable existence, when I have so many reasons to just give up and fade away.Like my crap luck. Reason infinity why I should just pop out the airlock of my stolen ship and say "Sayonara universe, PS you suck."My first escape attempt that's ever resulted in an actual escape, and I run smack into one of the most infamous dragon shapeshifters in the galaxy. But I haven't come this far just to give up. I escaped once, I can do it again. And no smug, self-impressed alien edgelord is going to stop me. Even if he is so mind scorchingly hot it makes my brain bleed to think of choosing to deprive myself of the eye candy. The universe had years to try and keep me down. You think one little dragon's gonna do any better?Fine. One really big dragon. Whatever. Bring it.TarionWe dragons are a simple people, with simple philosophies. Like why ask for something you can simply take?The rest of the galaxy tends to be too busy fleeing from us in terror to answer that, so I assume they agree.Until Carissa Maeberry.The most baffling creature in existence, she doesn't seem to get how this works. I have claws. Fire. A ruthless crew. She has an admittedly tragic backstory and a slave collar. The scales aren't exactly balanced.And yet to see her defiance, you'd think she held all the cards. It's absurd and breath-taking all at once. Which is why when others try and take my rarest of treasures from me, I must protest. Vigorously.I did mention the claws and fire and ruthless crew, did I not?This 50,000 word sci-fi romance has all the action and adventure you could ask for, both in battle and in bed. Please be eighteen and up when reading how this beauty tames her savage beast...or is it the other way around?
Violence is never the answer… unless you’re a Preor warrior. Rendan sen Tarkan, Offense Master to the Preor Third Fleet, has found his human mate. She is small compared to him, but her curves, delicious scent, and sky blue eyes call out to his soul. He has waited for a female for over two centuries and he will fight—kill—any who dare attempt to take her. Even one of his own males. One moment Carla was unemployed and the next she was on the Preor battleship, working as a nurse for human-Preor mates. Oh, and the next moment? That was when she found her sexy, alien pink-scaled mate. Then she watched the muscular dragon shifter get beat to hell. And then she was assigned a condo in Preor Tower on Earth. The person in the condo next door? That sexy, alien pink-scaled male. Learning about the proud alien warrior isn’t trouble free, but it’s easier than almost dying. Yeah, almost. But the Preor who tried to end her life? Well, he doesn’t quit easily. She only hopes Rendan is there to save her when the alien tries to end her life once again.
Sometimes a lie is the only way to get to the truth. Rhal fa Adar-Ujal assassin-is a liar and Cara is more than ready to beat the truth out of him. To Cara Marte, the Ujal are everyday average people-er, aliens-who occasionally grow fins and scales. They're friends and colleagues, and mates? Cara knows she wants Rhal fa Adar-with his thick muscles, midnight black scales, and dark eyes. He always keeps her at arm's length, sharing pleasure and nothing more. He wants her but refuses to mate her. When she discovers the reasons he told her are lies, she takes her battered heart to the Intergalactic Mating Agency. Her match is out there, and the agency promises to find him. But what if all she can imagine is a future with Rhal? Rhal fa Adar is no one's idea of a worthy mate. He sacrificed his soul for Ujal as the king's secret assassin, and now he is one of the prince's high guards. His tainted soul means he cannot have Cara and yet when Rhal discovers she's gone to the Intergalactic Mating Agency to find a mate, he realizes he will not-cannot-lose her to another. Cara may hate him for his lies and breaking her heart, but he is a smart male and is sure he can put it together again. Eventually. The only problem with Rhal's plan? An evil from his past appears on Earth and shatters the tenuous bond they share. Now he prepares for the hardest battle of his life-the one for Cara.
Kozav found his mate and then he lost her. Now it’s time to hunt… Grace Hall is a nurse, not a doctor. But when five Preor warriors are brought to the emergency room and the doctors won't touch the aliens, she steps forward. One warrior draws her more than the others. His teal wings, muscular body, and pain-glazed eyes have her torn between two desires — needing his touch and desperation to heal him. She’s going to save the Preor males, even if it kills her. When she loses consciousness after healing them, she realizes it just might. Kozav sen Aghin, Primary Warrior of the Preor Third Fleet, wakes on the Preor battleship fully healed yet plagued by a feeling that something is wrong. And something is… Kozav's mate was left behind on Earth—alone and unprotected. Unacceptable. Kozav's guilt for his actions in the past still plague him and he is determined not to fail again. The curvaceous, green-eyed, dark haired human female is his to protect, his to claim and his to keep. When someone attempts to murder Grace, Kozav is prepared to do whatever it takes to keep her safe. Even if it means killing one of his own. Or will it be Kozav with a sword through his chest?
