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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'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.

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 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.

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.

I only went out to the supermarket. Then I was abducted. By aliens. Freaking aliens! What the hell? So now I'm on another planet, at the mercy of one massive alien predator . . . And what an alien he is! Big muscles everywhere, handsome, winged, and with a burning desire to eat me. Whole. Jyr is the leader of a fearsome alien species known as the Gryn. Dark and dangerous, winged and clawed, these predators need females, and he believes he already owns me.

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.

I was escaping from my stalker ex when they took me from Earth. Dropped into a hellish alien maze where all I am is potential food. Until I run headlong into a huge, smoking hot alien dragon, covered in golden scales and an ego which could light up a planet. Draco rules the prison maze they call the Kirakos and he says I belong to him.

Sylas is the planet’s most ruthless fighter, unmatched in the arena and feared by all who come up against him. Until he meets me. The abducted human forced into servitude and far from home. He growls ‘mine’ and I am claimed by a seven-foot wall of scars and sinew. There is more to Sylas than his chiselled good looks and proficiency with a sword. My proud gladiator is broken in more ways than I thought possible. And he won’t stop until I belong to him entirely, even if it means breaking his bonds with the arena.

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.

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?

With my fellow humans all safely coupled up with their Sarkarnii mates, I have a growing problem. I'm pregnant. So I insisted on being left on Kitchik, a tiny planet where the weather has already taken a turn for the worse. As the snow falls and I try to get used to my new existence and impending birth, I run into Drekkan. Big, bad, fire breathing Drekkan. He's been marooned on Kitchik for too long and all he wants to do is cause trouble. Plus, he hates the winter solstice celebration which is just about to take place

Station X42 is a complete dump and I’m stranded on it for what is likely to be the rest of my very short existence. Left here by alien abductors who bit off more than they could chew when they took me, I have to scratch a living with the scum of the galaxy. When it looks like I might have finally hacked off the wrong species resulting in my early demise, an enormous alien dragon shifter, Drelix, bursts into my life. All seven foot plus of scales, muscles, fangs and claws. Oh, and a tail, can’t forget the tail.

Battle scarred Drasus is the Kirakos' grumpiest, grouchiest Sarkarnii and he really doesn’t want anyone around him. My former job as a doctor means I’m given the assignment to take care of him as he recovers from his wounds. Does it matter I’ve only ever treated humans? Apparently not. Only Drasus doesn’t want to be nursed and he’s determined to make my life absolute hell, or at least the way he growls at me makes me think he does.

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?

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.

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.

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.