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.

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.

One minute I’m walking back home from a nightclub. The next, I’m waking up in a cage. Abducted by aliens. Given to an alien race. Put up for auction. But instead of being sold to the highest bidder, I'm rescued by one of the Brutal Ones: the biggest, baddest bullies in the universe.

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.

My alpha ordered me to keep away from humans. My wolf is highly unstable. Nearly feral. I can’t be trusted around civilians. Certainly not with the lovely kindergarten teacher whose scent drives me wild. But she needs a fake boyfriend for a weekend wedding trip. A big guy to intimidate her ex. How can I refuse? I won’t be directly disobeying an order, because it won’t be a real date. It will be a nice clean mission. We’ll have separate rooms. I’ll keep my wolf on a tight leash. And no matter how much I want to, I will not mark and claim the sweet human as mine.