Draconian Warriors

Being the only female on a ship full of hot dragon warriors would be a dream come true for most women.StacyIf it weren't for all the wounded pouring into her med-center, Stacy might enjoy the novelty of being surrounded by so many admiring dragon males. Even a heads up when a battle was brewing would help. However their taciturn captain left much to be desired when it came to communication.Just when she was primed to give him a piece of her mind, he offered himself for scourging in punishment for his oversight. The poignant reminder of the abuse he'd suffered at the hands of his former queen melted away her anger. When her guard was down, she had to admit that big, scarred captain was attractive. Guarding her heart from him was going to be a nearly impossible task.MericDraconian queens were deceitful, vicious and thought nothing of digging their claws into a warrior when least expected. Having been a breeder for ten long solars, Meric knew their ways well. Draconian females were hosts for parasites that fed on the pain of others. They'd lull a male into a false sense of security before unleashing horrible physical and emotional abuse.Humans were unlike the queens he'd known. They seemed open, outgoing and almost innocent compared to Draconian queens. There was no arguing that they were clever and intelligent beings, but Meric harbored reservations about their true motivations.He'd guard himself until he was sure they weren't simply more skilled at deception. Especially the lovely healer who had insisted upon joining his crew. Meric knew that he spent far too much time thinking of the fair human female. It took all his discipline as a warrior not to follow her with his eyes and come running when she needed assistance. He refused to allow himself to become enamored with another cruel female, albeit it one wrapped in a beautiful package.

Abducted from Earth and now I'm being soldCassandra...Stranded and alone in a sector of space ruled by vicious queens, I'm losing hope of ever finding freedom. After being abducted, all I wanted was to escape from the aquatic species trying to sell me on the open market. They feed me cold slop every day, rough me up when I don't do what they want, and keep me in a cage with standing room only...One day, somehow, I'm going to turn the tables and I'll put them in this same dirty cage. Making that happen is all I think about, because thinking about my life on Earth is too painful. They snatched me right when everything was going to hell in hand-basket!Humans had finally organized to fight against the environmental disasters making the planet uninhabitable. I was pulling core samples on a mountain top when the aliens came for me. As it is, Earth needs me much more than the horrible aquatics intent on using me to line their pockets!Mathadar...Being one of millions of warriors in the Draconian fleet makes me insignificant and dispensable. Our Queens don't value our contributions and see us as expendable. I've lost my father and my brothers have been assigned throughout the fleet. I'm alone, another faceless warrior for the cause...All that changes when I see an alien Queen being auctioned in the city square. It makes my blood boil to see her with her hands tied above her head and her clothing ripped, exposing her pale, ripe body. When she struggles to escape, I imagine her moving on top of me in the same way. May the goddess forgive me for such deviant thoughts about the delicate and helpless Queen...When her eyes lock with mine and she calls to me, nothing in the verse will keep me from coming to her rescue. Not even the fury of my own chain of command will keep me from her!She is going to be mine!

Sold from one species to another isn't the dream I had when I signed up for an alien husband... The promise of being electronically matched with a wealthy, handsome alien husband and going from a dying Earth to a new, healthy world seemed like an impossible dream. After securing a successful match, I left with my meager possessions and dreams of starting over. Instead of a better life, our transport ship was raided and was abducted. Everyone else was sold off at various stops until there was no one left but me. When my turn came, I fought to escape but failed miserably. Every species in the 'verse is bigger, stronger and more dominant than humans. I never stood a chance. Sold from one species to another, I finally managed to slip away and quickly learn that escaping was the easy part. Actually surviving, turns out to be much more challenging. Only one alien will help me and we survive by watching each other's backs. I attract the notice of a group of Draconian warriors. They speak my language and tell me in no uncertain terms what they want to do with me. Four drop dead gorgeous aliens wanting a mate would seem like a dream come true, except each of them is extremely dominant and I'm not sure if this is just another way of being owned. I've had enough of being considered a possession to last a lifetime. Bumping into me in the marketplace doesn't make me a pretty trinket. The bigger problem is, I've got a soft spot for men who make me feel safe and I'm growing more enamored of them with each interaction. When they call me their Queen, I can't help fantasizing about allowing them to properly worship me. Those thoughts make me a bad, bad girl. Between avoiding my abductors and teasing the Draconian warriors, it's been nonstop action. When the adrenaline rush finally wears off I realize that I have to end this before I end up enslaved again.