We seek people. We seek love.
There is a man here. A Draekon, a dragon-shifter. He’s lean and strong. His eyes are a shade of purple-blue that reminds me of the ocean at midnight. When he shifts into a dragon, he is crimson red in color and utterly intimidating.
I might, just maybe, have a huge crush on him. A huge, unrequited crush.
Because he doesn’t see me. He knows I exist, but that’s about it. I’m part of the background to him, a bit of plump scenery with frizzy hair. He’s worried about more important things. He spends all his time in laboratories and meetings, and I spend my time eating my way across this new world.
I pull the loaf of bread out of the oven. I’ve kneaded nuts and berries and herbs into the dough. It smells like Sunday morning in winter. It smells like home.
While I wait for the loaf to cool, I assemble the other ingredients of my basket. Cured meat. An almost tapenade, some cheese. A couple of chopped salads, a mélange of colors and textures and flavors. A cluster of bottle-green berries. Cookies.
Then I set out before I can talk myself out of it.
Sixth is alone in the lab, studying something with a frown on his face. He looks exhausted. His jaw is covered with stubble, and there are shadows around his eyes.
They all want something from him. They want him to solve this virus. Make things right again. But who’s making sure he’s eating? He’s resting? Who’s giving him a soft place to land?
Me. That’s going to be me. I would like to audition for that role. He might not know I exist, but my grandmother’s words ring in my ears. “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”
He looks up when I enter, blinking in confusion. “Hey,” I greet him.
He’s staring at me like he’s never seen me before.
“I’m Liz Roben. I’m the human.”
He doesn’t say anything. Words pour from my mouth in a nervous babble. “I’m the chef from Berkeley.” Idiot, Liz. As if he knows where Berkeley is or cares where I’m from. “You found our stasis pods, remember? You rescued us?”
“I know who you are.”
I thrust the picnic basket forward. “For you,” I say awkwardly. “It’s food. I made it. Not from a syn, I mean.”
He doesn’t reach for the basket. “Why?”
“Umm…” Because you’re so very attractive, and I’m jilling off every night to the thoughts of you, and I desperately want you to notice me. “Well, I’m a chef.”
He smiles then, and it transforms his face. “Am I your test subject?” he teases. “Seems fair.”
“God, I hope my food doesn’t torture you,” I blurt out. “I mean, the tapenade might be too spicy, can you handle heat? Crap, I never asked. Never mind, don’t eat that. I’ll take it back.”
I reach for the basket to grab the spread before the heat burns his tongue. I would never be able to live that down, can you imagine? I can read the headlines now. Liz Roben poisons the scientist who is our best hope against the pandemic.
But he moves the basket away as I’m trying to take it, and my hand collides with his…
Penis.
I smack my fist into his penis.
Kill me now.
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DRAGONS IN EXILE
Draekon Mate - Viola’s story
Draekon Fire - Harper’s story
Draekon Heart - Ryanna’s story
Draekon Abduction - Olivia’s story
Draekon Destiny - Felicity’s story
Daughter of Draekons - Harper’s birth story
Draekon Fever - Sofia’s story
Draekon Rogue - Bryce’s story
Draekon Holiday - A holiday story
REBEL FORCE
Draekon Warrior - Alice & Kadir
Draekon Conquerer - Lani & Ruhan
Draekon Pirate - Diana & Mirak
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A Preview of Draekon Mate
Crashed spaceship. Prison planet. Snarling, lethal predators. Two big, hulking, bronzed aliens who turn into dragons. The best part? The dragons insist I’m their mate.
The Zorahn wanted women for some kind of super-secret science experiment, and I volunteered. Dumb move, right? But they promised we’d be safe, and they offered a lot of money. Money I needed desperately.
Of course, everything went wrong.
Our spaceship has crashed on a prison planet, one where the Zorahn exile their most dangerous criminals. My friends are injured. I’m all alone on a jungle planet where everything is designed to kill me.
Then I run into the Draekons. When they see me, they change into dragons and burn the predators threatening me to a crisp. They feed me and care for me, and they keep me safe.
But there’s a catch. The Draekons insist that I’m their mate. And the only way they can shift into dragons again to save my friends? Both of them need to mate with me. At the same time.
This isn't the space vacation I thought it would be.
CHAPTER ONE
Viola:
I thought it’d be bigger.
This is the first thought I have when I enter the gleaming golden spaceship of the Zorahn.
That’s what she said. I hide my grin at my stupid little joke. I always joke when I’m nervous, and it turns out stepping onto an alien craft to be carried off to a planet several light years away is about a thousand times more nerve-wracking than giving a dissertation to a panel of world-renowned botanists. About several thousand times more nerve-wracking.
It took countless pep talks from my dad and a slug of whiskey to get me over that last hurdle to my Ph.D. It’s going to take a
