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September 24, 2021
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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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September 16, 2021
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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.
But Katy has never tried to fool a dragon who scents his mate...
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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.”
September 14, 2021
Did someone say DRAGONS?!
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.
But Katy has never tried to fool a dragon who scents his mate...
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August 17, 2021
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August 16, 2021
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August 14, 2021
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ELITE STARFIGHTER
© 2021 Grace Goodwin
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CHAPTER ONE
Darius, Moon Base Arturri, in orbit around Planet Velerion
I stood in the entrance to our newly assigned private quarters and watched Lily Wilson of Earth open one of the heavy cases she’d insisted we bring along. My pair-bonded female had been prepared and waiting for my arrival on Earth with five large cases stacked and waiting to go. Thinking I would need to introduce myself, explain about the training protocols, and seduce her, if necessary, to convince her to come back to Velerion with me, I’d been shocked when she’d opened her door, said my name, and shoved one of the cases toward me.
No argument. No questions. She’d simply said, “Darius. About time. Let’s go.”
Not exactly the welcome I’d been hoping for. No gasp of surprise. No inspection or questions. No touching or locked gazes. No kissing. Taking. Claiming.
Nothing to give away her thoughts or her mood. She was like a wall of ice, and I had yet to find a single crack in her composure.
“What are you doing? The general said to rest. Jamie and Mia cannot meet with you until tomorrow.” General Aryk had been the highest-ranking official on the base when I’d arrived with Lily. In fact, he was the highest ranking Velerion military officer we had and was head of the Galactic Alliance. He’d insisted we rest and informed us they were still cleaning up after a large operation to take back the planet Xenon and its moon base from Queen Raya and the Dark Fleet. They’d been successful, but there were still pockets of resistance on the surface keeping everyone busy. Including Lily’s friends, Mia and Jamie, the two additional Earth females who had earned Elite Starfighter ranks.
Lily glanced up at my question, looked from the bed to me, and hastily averted her gaze. “I’m not tired. And I want to unpack.”
Watching her now, I held back a groan as she leaned forward, the curves of her breasts taunting me where her clothing dipped low. Lily was softness and curves. Golden-brown hair, green and gold eyes. She was supposed to be mine. To fight beside me. To care about our war with the Xandraxians and Queen Raya. I hoped she would be eager to climb inside the Elite Starfighter Titan in which she would battle. Yet here she was, in the Vega Star System, twenty-five light-years from her former life, and she had not touched me. Had spoken my name only once. In fact, she only seemed to care about finding her two human friends.
To say I was confused would be an understatement. During our training simulations, Lily had been savage in battle, cursing in more languages than I could recall as she pounded enemies into dust.
I had expected Lily to be raw, fearless, her emotions and needs exposed. Instead I could not read her at all. She was like a wild animal hiding behind fortified walls. Watching me. Waiting. But for what? I had no experience with human females except her. And she was not behaving as I had expected. Perhaps I needed to try another tactic.
“What is in those cases? Stones?”
“Books.”
“What are books?” Lily’s body had successfully accepted the cipher implant injection, and we had been conversing, if awkwardly, the entire trip from Earth. Still, I did not know this term.
She opened the case, and I crouched to inspect the strange rectangular objects layered four or five deep inside. They appeared to be oddly thin sheets of parchment or canvas stacked and wrapped in thicker bits that covered the outside. They were made of many different colors and what I assumed were human names on the outside. The labels indicated topics ranging from war to philosophy to animals. One in particular caught my eye as it appeared to have a human pair bond engaged in some sort of mating ritual on the cover.
I grabbed the book, barely evading her attempt to swat my hand away. Now I was extremely interested in the contents. Holding the image this way and that to inspect it, I rose and walked over to lean my shoulder against the wall, giving her a bit of distance. She was jumpy. Nervous. Always on edge.
Her anxiety made me want to wrap my arms around her and hold her until she melted in my arms. Until she was mine.
“What are these books?” I asked again. “And why did you bring so many?”
She sighed and began removing the remaining books, placing them in stacks on the floor beside her, sorting them in some mysterious way only she understood.
“They’re stories written by people and immortalized on paper. Some of these are hundreds of years old.”
That was the most Lily had said to me since I’d stood before her and told her who I was. I thumbed through the parchment I held. “This will burn quite easily. How does this make the story immortal?”
Rubbing her palms over her blue jean–covered thighs, she then tugged the sleeve of her hoodie—which was decorated with the logo of her favorite university team—higher on her arm. Earth clothing appeared to be soft and not very functional, and those were all words I had learned in the last few hours. She looked up at me with a plea in her eyes and held out her hand. “It doesn’t matter. Just give that back, please.”
Please? Had she just said please?
Unable to deny her, I walked to her and placed the book in her outstretched hand. She took the item and twisted to place it behind her on the floor as I lifted another, similar looking book from the case, surprised to note there were six or seven more stacked beneath this one. All with the same name on the books’ sides.
“Darius!” Lily’s cheeks turned an interesting shade of pink.
“Yes?” Interesting indeed. This book had a human name at the bottom of the thick cover. “Grace Goodwin. Her Cyborg Beast? The Colony?” I turned the rectangle over and absorbed the meaning of the words that covered the back side. I considered the ideas, wondering if my cipher implant was malfunctioning. “Mated means pair bonded? For life?”
“Yes.” Lily lifted her hand to her face and covered her eyes. “Just give that back. Don’t worry about it.”
“Interstellar Brides? A colony? I did not know Earth had entered into any treaties or trade agreements with other worlds.” Was Velerion intelligence wrong about the small blue planet? Had Earth’s people made pacts we were unaware of?
“We haven’t. It’s fiction, okay? Make-believe.”
“Make me believe what, exactly?”
“It’s just a story. Imagination. None of it is true. It’s for entertainment. That’s all.”
“Interesting.”
“Not really. Just give it back.”
“Not yet.” I very much wanted to open this book and discover what human stories said of pair bonds and mating rituals.
With an irritated grumble, Lily apparently decided her best course of action was to ignore me and devote her undivided attention to unpacking her cases and cases of books.
Which left me time to wonder at the entertainment I held in my hand. Lily appeared to be entertained by large males with bulging muscles and biosynthetic implants just below the skin. On the outside covering of the book, the male’s expression was serious and the words on the back spoke of war and torture. A beast of some kind.
Hoping to understand Lily a bit, I opened the book to a random page and began to read. The time I had spent in training simulations with Lily had accustomed my cipher implant to reading in her language. However, the words shocked me. Made my body react with need. Lust. Desire. Everything I’d been fighting diligently to control since the moment I met Lily came roaring to life as the Beast man in the story boldly told his human female exactly what he would do to her body. The ways he would claim her. Fill her with his seed. Make her body writhe with pleasure. Pound his hard cock into her wet heat and make her come over and over…
The book fell from my hands and landed with a soft thud on the floor.
Fuck. This was what Lily had brought with her from Earth? Not clothing. Sentimental items. Jewelry. No.
Lily had books full of hot, naked sex? Dominant males seducing their pair-bonded females? Fucking. Tasting. Claiming them for all time. The story had been told in the female’s perspective as her mate had filled her body with his cock. Pumped into her. Touched her. Kissed her. The lust burning from the pages had me struggling to breathe.
“Lily?”
“Yes?” Her clipped tone held little to no interest in my presence. She had moved on from organizing her books on the floor to placing them in groups inside the cabinets along the bedroom wall. As she’d done from the moment her wide eyes had landed on me back on Earth, when I’d arrived at her living quarters, she appeared to be doing anything and everything she could to ignore me.
This human female had already wrecked my carefully laid plan. Ruined everything. Nothing she did was expected. I had no idea what to say to her or how to approach her.
How to get her naked.
She’d barely spoken to me, but fuck all that was holy, she was humming, her soft, lilting voice going straight to my hard cock.
“Is that what you desire?”
“What are you talking about?” Her movements were quick. Stilted. The humming became louder, as if she intended to drown out any answer I might give.
“The beast man in that story of yours. He took his female and held her against the wall, filled her with his cock. Made her scream with release.”
“Oh, bloody hell,” she whispered under her breath but would not look at me.
“Lily? Answer me. Is. That. What. You. Want?” Because I was fully capable, eager, to take her against the wall and make her scream. But the only name she would be calling out would be mine.
My name. Over and over. Until she knew exactly who had claimed her.
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