Dragon Paranormal Romance

Melina Franklin was barely 16 when she and her grandfather were kidnapped by an alien trader and sold to an Antrox mining asteroid in deep space. Mistaken for a young boy, she lives the next five years in fear of being found out and sold. She dreams of the day when she and her grandfather will return home.

Night nurse Andi Ngo is back to her mundanely real life - finding her stupid brother who went on the lam the moment she bailed him from jail. But she can’t forget her date with the Damian Blackwood, not because he’s cut like her hottest dream, not because he’s a billionaire, and not even because he’s secretly a dragon. For just a few delicious moments, Damian didn’t just make her feel like she mattered, like he actually cared, like she could be his.

Dragon shifter prince Kyran and his people are gravely in need of mates. Their planet’s female shifters are dying out, so they look to Earth for new women — but claiming one will be harder than he anticipated.

Riley and her best friend, Ashlyn, decide to go out for a night on the town. Slightly buzzed and grinning from ear to ear, they leave the club to wait for their ride home. From there, it's all a big blur. One thing Riley knows for sure is that it definitely goes pear-shaped and fast. One minute they're on the sidewalk joking around, and the next...they're in the air. As in grabbed from above by God knows what. The creatures are huge, silent, and fast. Oh, and they can fly. Fly!

Choosing to be a surrogate for an alien race wasn't a hard decision for Katrina Paxton. Framed for a murder she didn't commit, the former FBI agent had a choice between prison and becoming a mom. Helping to repopulate a dying planet sounded ideal to her.

Needing to get away from the female he’s loved for years—one who only thinks of him as a friend—Logan Lamont finally decides to travel to Edinburgh to complete his doctor’s studies, hoping the distance will help him forget his feelings.

Cass Clereaux is good at two things: finding treasure and killing demons. Lying low is a close third - but not because she wants to be good at hiding. Cass is a FireSoul, one of the unlucky few to inherit a piece of the dragon's soul. On the surface, the perks are sweet - she has the power to find and steal any type of magical treasure, including the powers of other supernaturals. But it doesn't come without a price - stealing powers requires that she kill, and others would destroy her if they discover what she is.

Just when alpha dragon Jermon thought he’d found the two men he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, everything came crashing down. Literally. The guilt about bringing trouble to the Hightower pack is real, but Jermon has bigger problems. Wilmer has no recollection of Jermon and Riordan, and his recovery is slow. Meanwhile, Riordan is acting weird. Is it the stress that’s getting to him? Or is something else going on? When the Murphys aren't the saviors they appeared to be and Jermon learns more about his magic, he knows what to do.

For Aoife Dakar, seeing is believing - and she's seen some extraordinary things. It's too bad no one else believes that she witnessed a supernatural murder at an outdoor fair. Returning to the scene for proof, Aoife encounters a wise-cracking demon dog - and a gloriously naked man who can shift into a dragon and kiss like a god. Now thrust into a fantastical world that's both exhilarating and terrifying, Aoife is about to learn just how hot a dragon's fire burns.

I'm trapped in a cabin with a gorgeous dragon shifter. Granted, I was the one who accidentally ignited his heat, an intense mating process. So, it's kind of my fault. Whoops. If we can resist sealing the bond by avoiding, uh, sealing the deal, we'll both be free to go. If we can't, we'll be stuck together. Forever.

Waking up in hell is not Del Bellator’s idea of a good time. She’d rather be back on earth, killing demons and hunting down magical treasure for her shop, Ancient Magic. Turns out escaping hell is easy - it’s staying out that’s hard. Del's dragon magic is illegal in the supernatural world. Worse, she doesn’t know how to control it. And if others learn her secret, she’s dead. Things get ugly when the Warden of the Underworld shows up to drag her back to hell. He’s a one of a kind demon shifter - the sexiest, most powerful one she’s ever met - and he’s set his sights on her.

An untamed dragon. A broken wizard. And danger that’s no laughing matter.

Accused of consorting with demons in her home town, Xandrie flees, only to find herself in a greater danger. She's a mere human woman, thrust in a brutal tournament pitting vicious dragon females against each other. Yet, she can't find it in herself to give up, as the winner will Claim the throne, and more importantly, the hand of the enticing Dragon King. Contains mature themes.

When I took a job at the Monster Relations Bureau, the last thing I wanted was to stand out. There's just one problem—a grumpy, unapproachable dragon shifter who can't keep his golden eyes off me. Getting involved with Ewan Blair is the definition of a bad idea. Not only is he completely off-limits as the Bureau's Director, but the way he looks at me—like he'd devour me one moment, and wishes he never met me the next—should be enough warning to stay far away. But I've always had a reckless streak.

Seven wyverns, six dragon mates, and a mouthy demon named Jim. When word comes that a demon lord plans to curse all of dragonkin, Aisling, Drake, and the rest of the weyr take immediate action. But before they can find out just who is behind the threat, and why the curse is being cast, the red dragons disappear, leaving behind oddly familiar - but deadly - new foes.

I wasn't supposed to fall in love with the enemy who killed my family. We were at war. The dragons claimed we kidnapped their heir, and they wanted him back. They were winning. Our tanks and guns didn't stand a chance. Now they're willing to agree to a truce, but only if we provide them with mates. My company says I've been given the 'honor' of being a dragon's conquest, but in reality, the b*stards want to silence me for what I know.

It always seems to be, lately. Blood. Mayhem. Destruction. It just follows me. The people after me - they’re relentless. They’ve hunted me from the moment I stepped into this new power. They say it’s not mine. That it belongs to the dragon Bosses. Hell, maybe even to the gods themselves. Well, anyone who wants my magic can fight me for it. I’m a diamond dragon, and the only one of my kind. Though I’ve been able to keep that a secret while my dragon and I get to know each other, we can’t hide the truth much longer.

I know what they see when they look at me. The charming, soft-spoken dragoness bred from the most powerful of royal bloodlines. A disguise stronger than any battle shield that allows me to keep all suitors at tail's length. A technique that's worked until him. Until Ragnar the Cunning, handsome barbarian warlord and warrior mage from the desolate Northlands. Unlike those who've come before him, he does not simply submit to my astounding charm and devastating smile.

I'm a demon slayer, so I lead a simple life slaughtering monsters. As long as no one learns that I’m descended from a forbidden line of Dragon Bloods, I can keep my job and my life. But when a powerful Fae king realizes I’m his fated mate, I’ve got problems. Especially since A), he hates me and B), he learns my secret, and it puts my whole life at risk. I want to kill my mate. The stars align when my employers send me to the Fae kingdom to compete in the Trials of the Fae as an undercover agent. My real goal? Investigate the king for the murder of hundreds.

Before the generation ship crashed on this desert alien planet, I was a vagrant. Unplanned and unwanted, struggling to survive. Now, we're on Tajss, and if not for the natives, seven-foot-tall dragon-men with wings and tails and scales, we'd all be dead. My new friends are finding love, and I couldn't be happier for them, but I want to fit in, I want to have a place and a purpose. Strangely enough, the only one who might understand is one of those scaled dragon-men. I wanted comfort and attention, but it turns out "one-night stand" doesn't translate into Zmaj.