Dragon Brides Books 1-9

Nine dragon lords are
looking for love with the Intergalactic Dating Agency!

Crux

When the Dragon King commands Crux find a mate, his days of carefree
bachelorhood are over. One trip to a psychic matchmaker and he's on the path to
his destiny. But it all comes screeching to a halt when he meets a human woman
who lights his inner fire and makes him yearn.

Ranger

When Sidney discovers Ranger imprisoned on her ship, it throws her world
into upheaval. She's no slaver. She'll do what it takes to free him, even if it
means crossing her captain and crew. When Ranger turns the tables on her, she's
almost too angry to be attracted to him.

Saber

Prince Saber regrets agreeing to an arranged marriage the moment he says
yes. His bride is a dull aristocratic lady who he'll be bound to for the rest
of his life. No fated mate. No adventure. No love. So when he's given an off
planet mission he accepts it in a heartbeat. He never expects Lady Mirage to
board his vessel... or to steal his heart.

CIPHER

When an ultimatum sets Cipher on a path to find his
bride, his first stop is the Royal Matchmaker. But Cipher doesn’t want just any
woman. He needs a perfect lady dragon who can handle all that society has to
throw at her. A human with a checkered past will never do.

Not even when he’s certain that she’s his fated mate.

STORM

When Storm sets eyes on River, a human woman from a
diplomatic delegation, he’s determined to make her his own. It’s a simple
enough plan. Until an attack puts River, Storm, and two diplomatic delegations
in danger. With only River to rely on, Storm will find exactly what his mate is
made of.

But can he convince his strong and feisty human to rely on him and accept him
as her mate?

DRAKE

Claudia might have been born a simple Earth girl, but
she’s spent the last few years traversing the universe and seeing things people
back home would never believe. But she doesn’t want to end up as monster chow
on an alien planet. When Drake arrives, she lets herself believe they just
might escape.

But an invisible monster is hunting them. How can they fight a monster they
can’t see?

ASHER

Zoe's playing the hottest new Alternate Reality game and it's so realistic
she'd almost believe she's really in space. There's a hot dragon lord, an alien
planet, and really strange game mechanics. It has to be a game, otherwise it
means Zoe's been abducted by aliens and plopped down on a strange planet a long
way from home. How is she supposed to get out of this mess?

When the dragon lord makes an offer, it's her only way home. But why does he
need a fake fiance? And can she play the part and keep her hands to herself?

KNOX

Fresh off a prison colony, Aria wants to go straight. But when her past
catches up to her, her only choice to escape a gnarly fate is to infiltrate
Knox’s home and steal a gigantic diamond right from under his nose. She’s got
the perfect cover: the Intergalactic Dating Agency.

FLINT

Dragon lord Flint's hunger for excitement leads him to Intergalactic Dating
Agency: Adventures who promise to find him a mate who matches his own fiery
desires.

Human Liza has no idea aliens exist - or that she's been talking to an alien
dating agency for months, pouring her hear out about her abusive home life.
When she finally begs for help, Flint's right there... but she has no idea why.
And when he teleports her away from home she's sure she's being abducted.

Courtney Lamb's feet were heavy, and she had the headache to
end all headaches. She curled into herself on one side, trying to scrunch up
into a ball, but her feet dragged along the floor and noise echoed off the
metal walls around her.

She was still wearing her roller skates.

How? She always took them off before leaving work. She
couldn't exactly drive with wheels on her feet. And yet, as she turned over and
pulled her legs in, they slipped on the cold metal floor.

Where was she? This wasn't the root beer stand she worked
at, nor was it the creepy, decrepit steel barn that sat on the very edge of the
restaurant property. She looked around, squinting in the dim light and trying
to get her bearings.

It was industrial, but the room was small. Steel walls. No
windows. And a weird echo-y noise in the distance that might have been an air
conditioner.

She didn't see a door.

Courtney scrambled to her knees before realizing she wasn't
going to get far with roller skates on her feet. She shucked the skates off and
wiggled her toes in her sweaty socks before tying the laces together. No matter
what was going on, she didn't want to lose her skates.

They were expensive. And one of the few nice things she had
left.

There was a shriek down the hall, or at least, Courtney
assumed there was a hall, and she flinched.

What the hell was going on?

Had she been kidnapped? Was she being trafficked? She'd seen
plenty of Facebook posts talking about the perils of being a woman in America,
but most of it seemed like a bunch of bullshit. People didn't actually hide
under cars to slit the Achilles tendons of the unsuspecting.

Right?

She ran a hand down the back of her leg, as if to assure
herself that she was intact. Obviously she was. Other than the headache, she
wasn't hurt.

She was just confused.

And in trouble.

She wanted to call for help, but a second scream from
somewhere in the building made her throat freeze up. No, she didn't want to
call attention to herself.

With her skate laces tied together, she was able to sling
her skates over her shoulder and get to her feet. The room seemed even tinier
when she was standing up. Was she a prisoner? Why?

Her mom was going to kill her when she found out.

Of course, Courtney hadn't spoken to her mother in months,
and now was not the time to think about how this would impact her mother's
career. She was in the middle of an abduction, she had to care about herself.

She stroked the top of her skate, half for comfort, half to
remind herself that it was sturdy and could probably be used as some kind of
weapon.

She was wearing the thick leggings and short sleeve red
tunic that made up her work uniform, though her name badge must have fallen off
somewhere. That furthered Courtney's theory that she'd been taken from work.

She couldn't remember clocking out. She wracked her brain,
but the last thing she remembered was telling her co-worker, Sarah, that she
didn't have any plans for the weekend. The same as every weekend these days.

That wasn't what she should be feeling bad about at the
moment.

Was Sarah a trafficker? Had she waited to strike until
Courtney was at her most vulnerable?

No. That was ridiculous. Sarah was a college student trying
to make ends meet. She wasn't sinister.

Where was the freaking door?

Courtney whirled around, but she still didn't see anything
that looked like it would let her out of the room. She was in a metal tomb and
she couldn't escape.

Her breaths came faster and faster, and black spots danced
in front of her eyes.

No. No. Now was not the time for a panic attack.

She hadn't had one in months, and she didn't want them to
restart. They sucked.

And so did her whole situation.

"Think of the good things," she commanded herself.
There weren't many. But she had to number them off. "I'm in my regular
clothes. My skates are fine. I'm not hurt." She ran out of optimism after
that. Any other "good" news sounded like asking for trouble, and
Courtney wasn't interested in that.

She ran her hands over the metal walls, looking for a seam
that might reveal a hidden door. There had to be something. She had been put in
the room, so there had to be a way to get her out of it. She looked up,
wondering if she'd somehow been lowered in, but the ceiling was too high to
make out any fine detail in the dim light.

Where was the light even coming from?

There wasn't a ceiling light. She didn't see lights in the
floor. There was just a faint, pale blue glow all around her that allowed her
to see.

It was another good thing, and Courtney decided not to
question it.

She had her skates, but she wished she had a skate tool.
That fancy little wrench might have helped her pry an invisible door open. But
her skate tool and spare wheels were in her bag at work. Along with her cell
phone, a bit of cash, and her car keys. She had no way to contact anyone for
help.

And there was the hyperventilation.

She tried to control her breathing, but the walls felt like
they were closing in. She heard footsteps coming her way and shrank back as far
away from the sound as she could. The room was maybe six feet wide. She
couldn't shrink back much.

A brave woman would have done something. Courtney wished she
was brave. But she couldn't think and she wanted to live. She was pretty sure
brave people died quicker than cowards.

The wall opposite her glowed a faint yellow, and a rectangle
formed before sliding to one side, the invisible door revealing itself. A brave
woman would have charged.

Instead, Courtney watched a monster step inside.

It—and it was clearly an it, not a person—was some kind of
creature. Over eight feet tall, antennae coming out of its head, and sinister
purple skin that was covered in a faint slime. It wore clothes over most of its
body, but its arms were exposed, and scars or tattoos or something covered it.

One of its hands wasn't a hand at all. Instead, it came to a
fine point and had an edge that made it look like a sword.

It looked like something out of Star Trek.

And she was wearing a red shirt.

Shit.

It wore pants, but judging by the giant bulge right where
his dick should be, he didn't plan on wearing them for long. And she didn't
want to find out if his dick was a knife too.

Working by instinct, not pausing to think, Courtney grabbed
onto one of her skates and swung, sending the other one flying at the monster's
head. He didn't expect it, and the wheels, metal plate, and carbon fiber boot
were enough to send him slumping to the ground.

Oh god, was he dead? Had she broken her skate?

Courtney flailed for a moment and cut off the horrible noise
that tried to escape her throat. She checked her skate first. Except for a bit
of slime and something that might have been monster blood, it seemed fine.

Good.

She didn't know how to check for a pulse on a monster. She
didn't know if she wanted him to be dead or alive.

Oh god. What was she going to do?

She had to run.

She stepped around the monster and dove through the door,
just in case it tried to close. The hallway was narrow and lit up by the same
ambient blue light as her cell. She chose a direction and ran, unsure if it was
correct but refusing to hesitate.

She stumbled when she passed a window.

Courtney came to a halt and looked outside.

She expected a city. Maybe some trees. Something.

Instead, she saw the black of space.

Outer space.

She wasn't in a warehouse. She was on a space ship, and they
were hovering above some planet that didn't look like Earth.

How was she going to get home?

She was trying to think, then something impacted the ship,
and Courtney stumbled as the lights went out and all of her senses went
haywire.