We were the first Draekons. Created for war, we are dangerous, lethal monsters. We were bound in stasis for a thousand years, but now we are free. We have one final mission: Rescue a ship full of missing human women being tortured by the scientists. Except they’re our fated mates. Their presence comforts us. Their touch soothes us. Enflames us. They are the missing pieces of our souls. But our psychopath brother, the one we thought was dead? He’s still alive. He’s determined to wipe out the Draekon race. To control us, he will target our mates. Big, big mistake.

We're still stuck on the prison planet, and I'm pregnant. I cycle between three states. Hungry. Horny. Weepy. I eat french fries dipped in vanilla pudding. I look like a beached whale. I'm also scared. No one knows what my child will look like or what species she’ll be. She could be human or Draekon, or...something else entirely. Something new. Daughter of Draekons. Daughter of Draekons is a short story set in the Dragons in Exile series. It does not not stand alone and should be listened to after Draekon Destiny.

Day 200-something on the Prison Planet...and things are finally settling down. Life is slowly getting back to normal. Babies that won't sleep through the night? Check. Pregnancy cravings? We've got those, too. Fresh starts? Check. A new chapter in our lives? Check again. And people are leaving. Wait, what? If this is our last chance to be together, it's time to celebrate. It's time for a Draekon Holiday. Draekon Holiday is a short story set in the Dragons in Exile series. It does not stand-alone, and should be listened to after Draekon Rogue.

Captured in space. Imprisoned. Sold to the highest bidder. But my biggest problem is the bossy, aggravating, impossible, alien who’s supposed to rescue me. The bossy alien I kissed. That might have been a mistake. Kadir is dangerous. I’ve seen him fight and his body is littered with scars. He’s a soldier. A warrior. And when he loses control, he turns into a big scary dragon and breathes fire. Everyone’s terrified of him. I’m not. No, call me the biggest fool in the galaxy, because I’m attracted to the big jerk.

I cannot believe my bad luck when an embossed envelope arrives at my door just one week before my twenty-fifth birthday. Which just happens to be the cut-off date for being called up for the testing of the blood. I thought I was in the clear, turns out that I was wrong. I don’t know all the ins and outs of the whole dragon tribute selection process, only that it has something to do with a person’s DNA.