Dragon Tributes

The dragons on Draig Island are not your run-of-the-mill kind. They're something else entirely… 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. If the scientists find what they are looking for in my sample, I might be sent as a tribute to the dragons. Yes, actual dragons. Not that I've ever seen one of the creatures. Apparently, they do exist; they just don't mingle with us on account of being dangerous. I mean, they're huge, breathe fire, and have sharp teeth and claws. Bottom line, dragons and humans do not mix. With that in mind, I'm not sure why they need human tributes. Every year for the last fifty-nine years, our government has sent them thirty people. Of those handed over, some return later with no memory of their stay on the island. As for the rest, who knows? It's baffling and terrifying in equal measure. Quite frankly, I hope I never find out what goes on at Draig Island. I keep telling myself that only thirty end up going. Not that many, considering that tens of thousands of blood samples are taken. My odds are good. I'm not going to get called up. I'm not! Then I receive another letter telling me that I have been selected. I need to pack and get my affairs in order. I leave for Draig Island in one month with no guarantee I'll ever return and no idea what is to become of me. This story contains mature themes/language. Also, be prepared for a ton of growls, dirty talk, and a hard-won HEA. Hulking, skulking, foul-mouthed, brooding dragons ahead. You were warned! Each book follows a different couple.

The dragons on Draig Island are not your run-of-the-mill kind. Theyre something else entirely Things are hotting up on the island. It's Octane's turn. For the best enjoyment, please read these books in order. This story contains mature themes/language. Also, be prepared for a ton of growls, dirty talk, and a hard-won HEA. Hulking, skulking, foul-mouthed, brooding dragons ahead. You were warned! Each book follows a different couple.

The dragons on Mistveil Island are not your run-of-the-mill kind. They're something else entirely… In an attempt to escape Draig Island and my duties as Tribute – whatever those might be – I steal a helicopter. Probably not the best idea since I'm still learning how to become a helicopter pilot. I thought I had enough hours under my belt to be able to pull it off. Turns out that I was wrong! I crash land. I don't think I'm on Draig Island anymore. I'm deep inside a dark jungle. At least I'm not too badly hurt. I'll regroup and then hike to civilization. Please let there be civilization! I'm a little worried about wild animals, but I'm sure I'll be okay. I refuse to believe in the existence of dragons. I mean, come on! Do they really think we're that gullible? It hasn't been more than a few hours, and a huge hulk of a man comes crashing out of the undergrowth. He's naked, covered in tattoos, and scares the living daylights out of me. After a little while, I realize that he's not going to hurt me. At least, I don't think he will. Then I find out that there are many more like him in this jungle. The others are not as friendly. They all want me. Will do anything to get me, including ripping each other apart. All I have is this big, growly stranger for protection. He's willing to help me get to safety… But he has a condition. This story contains mature themes/language. Also, be prepared for a ton of growls, dirty talk and a hard-won HEA. Hulking, skulking, foul-mouthed, brooding dragons ahead. You were warned!