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Get all your alien dragon shifter bad boy needs in this one delicious box set containing: DRACO, DRAXX, DREGA, DAEOS, DRASUS, DRELIX. Six full length novels filled with dragon shifters finding their fated mates. Expect growls, snarls, plenty of 'mine', along with action and adventure in a dangerous prison maze. So many tropes I can only mention a few — forced proximity, only one bed, he falls first, enemies to lovers, new to mating MMC's and everything you love! Plus, as an added bonus — the Christmas novella GRUMPY DRAGON CHRISTMAS is included in this set!

I have a new rule. Don’t fall for the alien dragon warlord… even if he claims you for himself. Plucked from Earth, stuck on the most disgusting space ship in the universe with my best friend, of course I had to run head long into him. Darax the Sarkarnii Warlord. Imperious, scaled and HUGE, with a tail covered in spikes and a smile you could cut yourself on… He’s just captured the ship I’m hiding on and taken claimed everything on board. Including me. With his chain around my wrist, he thinks I belong to him. But Darax has never met a human before.

Dr. Sylvia Cooper can’t stand her Kindred bodyguard. Sure, Kross is seven feet of ripped, smoldering alien hotness—but he’s also a sarcastic pain in the ass who keeps meddling in her missions. When he tries to block her latest expedition—tracking down a miracle plant that could heal spinal injuries—she ignores his warnings about the dangerous planet... and the rumors of the infamous Dr. Barbarous.

I'm probably the galaxy's worst bounty hunter, but I swear on my life, my tech told me the unconscious male I found was my mark.Now I have a very, very angry Gryn gladiator in my hold who shouldn't be there and I don't know what to do with him. Once he's calmed to a mere simmer, Klynn demonstrates his ability to escape from any where he pleases and I have no option but to strike a deal if I don't want to wake up with a Gryn attempting to eat me alive.

Cyan. One second, I’m battling an overgrown hedge with a pair of clippers. The next, I’m running for my life, positive I’ve stumbled onto a prank reality show set, complete with a towering, red-haired guy in costume who throws me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing - I’m a big girl, never been thin. Kinre. Horde life is simple. Hunt the enemy, kill the enemy. Then I make a big mistake. Huge. I rescue a helpless human, only to discover this curvy, tempting morsel is an Omega about to send me into a rut.

Ryak is a strong, silent, drop-dead gorgeous alien warrior, and he doesn't even acknowledge my existence. But when he needs a fake mate, it means he's going to have to choose me. I'm the only human female not yet attached to a winged alien warrior on this dystopian planet. I'm the only one who can carry off the pretense of being his mate at the gathering of the species where the fate of this world will be decided. The Gryn are expected to send a mated warrior and that's where I come in.

He's a terrifying brute of a male that I can't help but fear. Ripped away from Earth and everything I know, I'm stuck in a lair of alien warriors, including him. The one that stares at me, threatens me. Hates me. Until he brings me his broken feather and asks me to mend him. What else can I do? Back home, I was a falconer, training and taming birds of prey. What are the chances I can tame this fearsome predator, before he decides I'm his next meal?

Meet Kyt, the rogue alien warrior version of a playboy. He's all devilish good looks and angelic alien badness. He lives for the party, until my nearly catastrophic error means he's put in charge of me. Playboy no longer, he's just become the boss from hell and he's in the perfect position to ensure I do his every bidding. If I don't please him, and we don't manage to break the sentient AI that controls all organic life on this planet, then we're both in a whole heap of trouble.

He’s called a monster, a beast, a dragon, and he’s chosen me. I think I’m in trouble. Again. Yeah, alien abduction is for suckers. If I thought my life was bad before I woke up in the alien prison, it’s just about to get a whole load worse, because I’ve been rescued by an alien warrior who is much better at stripping flesh from bone than being a hero. Draxx has glowing green scales, endless muscles, huge claws and very often, a tail. He also prefers not to wear pants. He has cheekbones I could cut myself on and a set of lips which are very good at kissing.

He will bring his wild thing to his bed...even if it kills him. After Dewlyn's third heart-stopping attempt to escape their mating bed, Vice is more determined than ever to plant babies in his little daredevil's luscious body. Even if it means feeding the heat between them until she hungers for him alone - and her resistance is starved into submission. But she's hiding something. He can only hope she hasn't joined the human rebellion.

No monster can own me. Not even him. The aliens who took me from Earth thought I was small and puny... how wrong they were! Instead, they ended up with a banshee of a human who had no intention of staying abducted. So now this alien maze has its first freedom fighter. I can put my unusual talents involving weaponry to good use, causing as much havoc as I can until I find an escape.

Myk is the rogue alien warrior's brooding weapons master. Fresh from his hell-like forge, he's the definition of an alien angel of death. He thinks he knows what will heal him. He wants a child. And he's chosen me to fulfil this desire. I can't deny that there's something about Myk that calls to my bruised heart. An alien bad boy who needs my help. But do I want to give him my body, when all I want to do is feed his soul? Can I enter into this arrangement without risking everything . . . again?

The alien virus I caught after I was taken from Earth has left me a shadow of my former self. The only saving grace, my voice is unaffected, but it means I’m the songstress to a wealthy alien who keeps me like a canary in a gilded cage. Then, after someone attempts to assassinate him, he employs a gruff, grumpy former Gryn gladiator as his personal bodyguard. Rych is intimidating and handsome in equal measure, with a penchant for training outside my window in the early morning, all muscles, feathers and very little in the way of clothing.

I'm having a hard time. And no, that's sadly not an innuendo. Depression is slipping back into my life like a toxic ex, and I know I need to do something before it consumes me. So when I run into the man of my dreams on my first attempt to get out of the house, it feels like fate.

Simon Quigley had no idea what to expect when he agreed to do this for the money, but the eight-foot-tall pink alien isn't what he was expecting. For starters, Simon's straight. And Mohrn isn't a girl. The contract? It's unbreakable. It's going to be a long five years.

It takes a special kind of Omega to bring an Alpha to his knees. Kind. Sweet. Beautiful. With legs that go on forever, colored eyes, perky protruding nose, funny ears, and...Where was I? Ah yes, I collected one such Omega, and I’m bringing her before my king. I am Tayseer, the Collector, the Legend. And I will deliver my people the queen.

The two blue lines weren't the last things I saw on Earth, but they may as well have been. Knocked up and abducted, I know how lucky I am to have landed a job with a horned alien arms-dealer where my accountancy skills come in surprisingly useful. However, I can't imagine my new employer is going to want to keep me on with a baby in tow. And when the massive, ridiculously handsome, winged gladiator growls MINE...I know I'm done for.

They came. They didn’t do much sight-seeing before they conquered and marked the human Omegas. They call themselves the Regha Horde. We call them the Hordesmen. And Hunger is my new boss.

Blayn is a vicious, dirty fighter in the arena. Picked for his ability to maim and destroy, he's the one gladiator you never bet against. However, his feral nature has got him into trouble too often, and someone has to get him over his fear of being touched by anything other than a sword, claw or tooth. That someone is me. Former cleaner in a pleasure house here on Trefa, now expected to help this dangerous gladiator become greater than ever, or else he'll lose everything, including his life.

He's a warrior of mayhem, a broken alien dragon shifter, and he needs to claim me to be whole again. Taken from everything I knew and dropped in the middle of an alien prison maze, what's a girl to do? Get stuck in of course! My assistance is needed everywhere and I love to help. As for all the huge alien dragon shifter warriors, the Sarkarnii, who rule this part of the maze? I give them a wide berth. All except one.