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Dangerous. Tortured. Desperate. King Ryker of the Draquonir will make one last sacrifice to save his people and his kingdom before he loses control of the raging beast inside him. Dragon kind are dwindling, no longer able to hunt for their true mates in this contemporary, high-tech world.

Ryker must do something no dragon has ever done before; have a child with a human woman he has no desire to touch, a woman his dragon refuses to take as a mate. Arrangements have been made. A queen chosen. A loveless, chaste marriage of convenience. No passion. No dragonfire. Nothing but contracts and medical procedures to sire an heir. This is the only way his race will survive.

Katy Toure is tired of cleaning up her identical twin’s messes, but when her sister calls in a panic, unable to get to an important business meeting worth millions of dollars, Katy just can’t say no. All Katy has to do is walk out of her dead-end job, grab her sister’s passport, fly to Italy, pretend to be her sister for a few days, sign some contracts and take the vacation she’s always dreamed about.

No one will know she’s an imposter. No one ever knows.

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CHAPTER ONE:

Mate. Chains. Kill.

Pain.

Ryker of the Draquonir roared. Thrashed. Fought against the heavy weight of enchanted chains holding his massive and deadly dragon form under lock and key. He’d chosen this prison, done what he needed to do to protect his people. The restraints were the only thing keeping him from smashing his way through the cavernous, dungeon-like holding area below his family’s ancient estate.

A large mahogany desk, the only furniture inside the dark dungeon room, caught fire and turned to ash with a blast of his fiery breath. His scales flashed like black diamonds in the firelight. In his rage he cared nothing about destroying one of his favorite treasures. His only thoughts? Primitive. The human within buried deep inside the dragon’s agony. Its need.

For her. His mate. A female he had been unable to find despite centuries of searching. Without a mate he would lose himself forever in the dragon’s torment. Become a monster in truth. A savage killer without remorse or mercy.

He would become the horror human myths and legends had named his kind.

“Hang on a few more days, my king. All the arrangements have been made.” A disembodied masculine voice came through a speaker buried somewhere in the rock, somewhere the dragon would not see. Ryker had invested in a high-tech surveillance system. This was not medieval times, even if the dungeons were far older than even that. His family estate was ancient, but the interior was modern, updated to include every amenity. In a world where humans believed dragons and shifters mere myth, every precaution was taken to appear human.
The dungeon. The chains. The gatherings of his people were kept underground. Hidden.

Ryker swung his massive head toward the familiar sounding voice. Struggling to understand the human words through the haze of unwavering pain, he shifted on his clawed feet, craned his long neck and cursed the chains wrapped around his body, layered over his back and wings. The metal was laced with Elven magic. Not even a dragon could break them, which was why he’d begun wearing them, both as a dragon and as a man, several years ago. Or perhaps a decade had passed. He honestly couldn’t remember. The only way to remove the chains was by shifting back into his human form. As a human, he could make the choice to remove them. That was not an option for Ryker. Without the chains he would lose control, whether in the form of his dragon or a man would make no difference. Not anymore. Years had passed since he’d been in complete control of his dragon and the beast was intelligent. Cunning.

Impatient to hunt for a mate.

Now it was too late.

His dragon hissed at the thought, breathing fire at the voice that dared disturb him.

“Ryker? My brother?” That voice again.

Ryker bellowed, his roar shaking the foundation as he struggled in vain to regain control, to shift, his dragon more and more resistant to the change. He was nearly immortal, yet without a mate his dragon would slip over the edge into madness. There would be no last-minute salvation. His time was at an end. He was in pain.

He was ready. Better to die an honorable death than become a merciless killer.

His giant claws scraped the floor, the sound echoing eerily in the empty room.

“Arrangements have been made. Brother, listen to me. She is coming.”

Brother? What arrangements? Who was coming? He fought to understand the human words. To remember.

“Ryker,” said the voice grimly. “I’m coming in. Don’t eat me.”

Ryker lowered his massive head toward the small, human sized door, his dragon’s eye narrowed suspiciously as the thick, Elven metal panel swung open without a sound. The voice seemed familiar, but was the owner of that deep baritone dragon or man?
Memory fragments of a large crimson dragon flashed through Ryker’s mind.

Dragon.

Ryker drew back one massive forearm, ready to strike. One of his kind dared challenge the king?
Snarling in fury, Ryker let out a fiery, thunderous warning, his mind full of chaos and confusion.

The door snapped shut just in time to keep Ryker’s burst of angry flame from reaching its target, only to open again just as quickly. Before Ryker could inhale again, ready to char the other dragon to cinders, a man stepped through the door.

Ryker reared back. Hesitated. Another memory, this one of childhood, flashed to the fore.

Vector.

Brother.

Grasping for control over his dragon, Ryker held fast to the childhood memory as he stared into the emerald green eyes of the man before him. Human thoughts emerged. Human memories of them speed shifting. Accidentally setting his younger brother’s hair on fire. Ryker had laughed for hours while Vector fumed and plotted revenge.

Slowly the dragon faded, allowing his human side to finally seize control once more. Before shifting he directed one last stream of flame over his brother’s head, this time purposely aiming high. A fraction lower and he would fry Vector’s hair off again. Ryker laughed, the sound a cross between a snarl and a snort.

Vector stayed where he was, his eyes glowing dangerously. “Still not funny,” he growled, his hand combing through short silver curls. “Took a year to grow it back, asshole, and now look at it. Red dragons should have red hair. Red. Not this silver crap.”

Ryker recognized the mournful tone of his younger brother, a brother not so far away from suffering a fate similar to his own. Madness. Fury. Dragon chains holding him bound to the earth until the executioner arrived.

Sobering at the thought, Ryker finally shifted into human form, using dragon magic to dress himself in leather shoes, pressed black pants and white shirt. The massive chains shifted form with him, the elven magic designed to hide them as nothing more than casual gold chains around the neck of an average man. He looked every bit the billionaire business executive he was in the human world. “You continue to risk your life coming in here. While I am grateful, as your king, I am ordering you to stop. I fear next time I will be too far gone to recognize you.”

This time it was Vector who snorted, his suit one Ryker recognized, made by the finest tailors in Rome.

“You may have won your place as king, but you are still my brother. I will hold on as long as you do.”

“That is what I am afraid of. When my human mind goes, the dragon will have no mercy on whoever walks through that door. I do not want to kill you. You earned your place as second in line. Our people will need you to lead them through the war.”

Vector scowled. “No. You will hold on as long as we need you to. A few more days. I will not give you to the executioner’s blade, not yet. All of the arrangements have been made.”

“Ah yes. The arrangements,” mused Ryker, ignoring the tingle at the back of his head. His dragon was already pulling at him, trying to take over again. “Has the woman arrived?” The female who would carry his child. Continue his line. The female who had agreed, for a price his clan was desperate enough to pay.

“No. That’s what I came to tell you. Ms. Toure has delayed her flight again. She should be arriving late tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.” So long when every moment was an eternity. “Very well. Once she signs the documents, you will do what must be done. Notify the executioner. Prepare the Draquonir to mourn their king. Crown a new leader. Sing the songs of his ancient royal line and prepare for war."

Vector was second in line, but the other clans would not recognize his right to rule without a display of dominance. Power. Vector would have to fight to preserve their clan’s territory once Ryker was dead. Their territory. Their dragons. The wealth and lands handed down for generations.

“I am sorry brother. I did not wish this for you.”
Vector sighed, his emerald eyes solemn. “The dragon cannot be bargained with. We all know this truth.” He took a deep breath. “Are you sure she’s not your mate?”

Ryker grit his teeth. Emily Toure. Long, curly black hair. Sultry brown eyes. There had been a brief moment when he’d thought she was his mate. Even his keen dragon senses had been fooled. One whiff of paradise and then…nothing.

His dragon, already unstable, went crazy, spinning wildly out of control with pain and heartache after their initial meeting. He’d finally lost control, the momentary joy, taken from him just as quickly, was catapulting him into an early grave.

“I am certain. Did she say why she needed to postpone this time?”

Vector shook his head. “No, but when I told her if she was not here tomorrow, you would void her initial payment, she promised she would be here.” He paused, his eyes straying sadly to what remained of Ryker’s desk. ”I hope your plan works. If it doesn’t…”

Ryker nodded. “I know, brother. I know. It’s too late for me, but if this plan works, you and the others might be able to do the same before it’s too late to save what’s left of us.”

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Dragon shifters, fake identities, and betrayal; secrets that will either turn them into bitter enemies or forge a passionate, burning love with the strength to last an eternity…

Sent halfway across the world in her identical twin sister’s place to sign a contract with a reclusive billionaire, Katy Toure has no idea what she’s walking into. Before she signs anything, however, she meets the most amazing, drop-dead gorgeous man of her dreams. Even if all she can have with him is one night, she can’t resist the hunger in his eyes or the way he makes her body sing.

Ryker Draquonir, king of the dragon shifters, takes one look at the woman sent to sign a contract with him, a contemporary marriage of convenience, and knows she is an impostor. Fate has stepped in after centuries on his own to give him his heart’s desire; for the woman standing before him is his true mate.

Ancient Draquonir law forbids Ryker from revealing the existence of dragons and other magical creatures to her before he has claimed her, so if he wants a chance at happily ever after, he will have to seduce her to get it; woo her as only a billionaire can. Dragons love to hunt, and he will do anything to capture his true mate’s heart.

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Claimed by the Cyborgs
Interstellar Brides® Program: The Colony, 9

EXCERPT:

Danika, The Colony

Naked? Really? Before I opened my eyes the hum of a cold platform chilled my skin and rattled my bones. I was lying on my side. Good thing, because I was dizzy and felt like I was about to lose anything unlucky enough to be in my stomach.

Blinking slowly, I squinted at the lights until my eyes adjusted and I saw an alien, a freaking huge alien, kneeling next to me.

“Are you hurt?” His voice was deep and rough, like I imagined a giant would sound with gravel in the back of his throat.

“I don’t think so.” I was about to complain about the whole naked thing, but he draped a soft black sheet over me. The fabric covered me from neck to toes with plenty of extra left over. Even better, it was thick, soft and warm. “Thanks.”

“My pleasure. It is my duty to care for you.”

Alarm bells went off in my head and I forced my eyes open to take stock of where I was and who I was with. He was massive, bigger than any professional athlete I’d ever seen in real life. His features were not human, his cheekbones sharper, the angles of his cheekbones and chin leaner and more defined. And his eyes. Gold rimmed with silver. Shimmering. Glowing. Like expensive jewelry.

“Are you my mate?” I asked.

Those glorious eyes closed slowly, as if he were in pain. “No. I was meant to be your second. I am Captain Varin Mordin.”

“Danika.” I sat up and wrapped the black fabric around me like a blanket as I studied him some more. He remained next to me, unmoving, allowing me to look my fill.

His skin was dark, no color I’d seen before but a dark, golden bronze. I reached out with one hand to touch the bared forearm and hand nearest me. They were covered in geometric designs, the color of the patterns matched the shining silver that rimmed his eyes.

He was strange. Exotic. Sexy as hell.

Memories flooded me from the testing dream and I imagined that the male behind me, my second lover, had been him. His deep voice pledging to care for me, protect me, love me. Forever. My second mate.

I’d never really imagined having two men in my life before, but now that I had, I discovered the naughty little vixen in me wanted exactly that. Badly.

“Wait. Did you say was? What does that mean? If you are my second, where is my mate? The Warden said he would be here—” I stopped before I said to claim me. My body knew what I’d been about to say. My breasts grew heavy, my core wet and eager for this alien, Varin, to shove me up against the wall and make me scream.

He sighed and stood, then reached a hand down to assist me to my feet. His touch was careful. Minimal. Not at all what I wanted. I wanted him to wrap his arms around me, pull me into his arms and promise me everything was going to be okay.

But then, I’d never been that lucky.

“I will take you to speak to your matched mate, Thomar, as well as Doctor Surnen. They will explain things to you better than I.”

“Doctor? I’m fine. I had a physical on Earth.”

He released my hand and stepped back the moment I was steady on my feet. Why was my mate not here to claim me?

I knew it! I knew those Wardens had been lying. Knew their stupid promises and that testing dream had been too good to be true. Damn it.

So why were my eyes burning? My chest should not feel like it was collapsing in on itself. I should have been prepared.
“You will be protected and cared for, if not by your matched mate, then by another honorable warrior. I vow it is so.”

I turned away. What the hell was I supposed to do now? I didn’t believe him.

I sighed and looked up at him—way up. “I knew this was going to happen.”

“What are you implying, female? Did they tell you Prillon males were without honor?”

“No. In fact, they told me how amazing this match was going to be. Ninety-nine percent. The Warden told me my mate was going to be perfect for me. Perfect.” I wiped the one stubborn tear from my cheek, irritated that I’d shown even that small weakness. “I’m just mad at myself for believing them.”

Varin growled and stepped closer, his large hand cupping the side of my face with a strength and gentleness that made even more tears fall. What the hell was wrong with me? Well, other than transporting to another planet, naked, and being rejected by the sexiest alien I’d ever seen? Sure, mental toughness was important, but I was still human. Lonely. Tired of surviving on my own.

“I would give my life to protect you. I want you, more than you can comprehend.”

“I don’t understand.”

His thumb traced my bottom lip and I leaned into his touch despite every intention not to. He was so big. So strong. And the way he was looking at me made me want to believe him. So badly.

“The doctor will explain Thomar’s condition. Then you will understand why we cannot claim you.” He removed his hand from my face and left me bereft.

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"Styx Legion, Enforcer, Hyperion/Hunter/Prillon hybrid... One of the Legion's top 5 people. He’s as bad as they come." - GG

Cormac of Styx Legion knows his value to his people. He is an enforcer, a weapon to be wielded. Nothing more. He is accepted but not loved. Feared but not welcomed. He is brutal, efficient and utterly alone.

When he receives a coded message claiming he has been matched with an Interstellar Bride, he knows the match must be a terrible miscalculation. When his bride turns out to be a young, innocent human, there is nothing he can do but protect her until the error can be corrected. Rogue 5 is no place for a naïve female, especially one as beautiful, sensitive and completely WRONG for him as Abigail Gregg.

Cormac vows to protect her. Shelter her. Hide his darkness. Make sure she is mated to a worthy male, not a killer. But gods help him, she won’t leave him the F#CK alone. She won’t stop tempting him to touch her. To tame her. To give in and take what he wants.

When Cormac—her ‘perfect’ matched mate—claims she’s a mistake, Abigail Gregg has had enough bullsh!t from men on every planet. If Cormac doesn’t want her, she’ll find someone she wants. A male with mountains of muscle, scars, tattoos, a rebel attitude, and fangs. God, yes please. A male with fangs who’s not afraid to bite.

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Cormac of Styx Legion knows his value to his people. He is an enforcer, a weapon to be wielded. Nothing more. He is accepted but not loved. Feared but not welcomed. He is brutal, efficient and utterly alone.

When he receives a coded message claiming he has been matched with an Interstellar Bride, he knows the match must be a terrible miscalculation. When his bride turns out to be a young, innocent human, there is nothing he can do but protect her until the error can be corrected. Rogue 5 is no place for a naïve female, especially one as beautiful, sensitive and completely WRONG for him as Abigail Gregg.

Cormac vows to protect her. Shelter her. Hide his darkness. Make sure she is mated to a worthy male, not a killer. But gods help him, she won’t leave him the F#CK alone. She won’t stop tempting him to touch her. To tame her. To give in and take what he wants.

When Cormac—her ‘perfect’ matched mate—claims she’s a mistake, Abigail Gregg has had enough bullsh!t from men on every planet. If Cormac doesn’t want her, she’ll find someone she wants. A male with mountains of muscle, scars, tattoos, a rebel attitude, and fangs. God, yes please. A male with fangs who’s not afraid to bite.

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The beast will stop at nothing to claim her...and his child.

Beast's Secret Baby is coming TOMORROW!!!

Atlan Warlord Velik is hanging on to sanity by a thread. His mating fever rages. His beast fights him every moment. The beast needs to hunt. To kill. To find their mate or surrender to a glorious death in battle. He volunteers for a mission so dangerous, he knows he will not return.

Waiting to deploy, he is lost, keeping distance between himself and those his tormented beast could destroy. His fate is sealed...until his beast picks up her scent. Sees her face. In an instant, the beast knows this human woman belongs to him and no one else.

Until he sees the diamond ring on her finger and hears her discussing her wedding, the event mere weeks away.

He is honorable. He is desperate. He will stop at nothing to seduce her. Claim her. Steal her heart and keep her for himself.

When he disappears without explanation, she has a decision to make; play the fool and hope for a dead Atlan’s return, or marry another and ensure the security and safety of her true love’s unborn child.

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Atlan Warlord Velik is hanging on to sanity by a thread. His mating fever rages. His beast fights him every moment. The beast needs to hunt. To kill. To find their mate or surrender to a glorious death in battle. He volunteers for a mission so dangerous, he knows he will not return.

Atlan Warlord Velik is hanging on to sanity by a thread. His mating fever rages. His beast fights him every moment. The beast needs to hunt. To kill. To find their mate or surrender to a glorious death in battle. He volunteers for a mission so dangerous, he knows he will not return.



Waiting to deploy, he is lost, keeping distance between himself and those his tormented beast could destroy. His fate is sealed…until his beast picks up her scent. Sees her face. In an instant, the beast knows this human woman belongs to him and no one else.



No beast has ever claimed his mate, then left her behind. If he survives the mission, he will beg her forgiveness. He must live. He must return to her, even if he suspects the gods themselves want him dead.

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