Drakoryan Brides Series

Four dragon lords. One virgin sacrifice.   When my village sacrifices me to the dragons, I go willingly to the Altar Rock to die.   But I don't die.   I wake up in a castle built into a huge mountain. House Fra'Hir is one of many castles in the Drakoryan Empire. It is here I learn the truth — that women like me aren't taken away to be devoured, but to be mated.   My mates, four sons of a dragon knight slain in the last battle of the ShadowFell, are unique both in personality and carnal abilities. They introduce me to the world of pleasure. In their bed chambers, they prepare me with masterful skill for the final, ultimate bond that will make me truly theirs.   But I am no passive mate, and the secret they keep from me threatens not only our bond, but the role I am prophesied to play in stopping a lurking danger that threatens the Drakoryan and human world alike.

One woman. Four dominant dragon lords who possess her completely. An enemy that threatens an Empire.   I am Lady Lyla of Fra'hir— a Fire Bride of the Drakoryan Empire. As a village maiden I was snatched from the ledge above my village as my weeping mother watched. The villagers thought my life is over, but it is not. I am a Fire Bride, mated and bonded to the four powerful dragon lords of House Fra'hir, and I am adjusting to my new life as their lady. My powerful mates ask little more of me than to focus on running the household and pleasing their insatiable sexual appetites. When I worry of the coming war, they tell me that is no concern for a woman, and distract me by claiming me with a skill that leaves me begging for more. I know my lords seek to shield me from an awful reality, but when I learn that human villages are coming under attack by the enemy ShadowFell dragons, the protectiveness of my mates threatens our bond. I was never supposed to return to the village, but I have not forgotten who I am. I have not forgotten where I came from, and not even an army of dragon lords can stop me from saving those I love.

Three powerful dragon lords saved me. Now they plan to keep me for themselves, and there is no refusing their authority. It was dragons that burned my village, dragons that took away the maidens. I would have been among them. I should have been, but I was hidden. Now I fear that I will never see my sister again. It was also dragons who saved me, but these are not like the ones that burned Branlock. These are a different dragons, with a different power - the power to become men. They tell me they are Drakoryans, and that the dragons who destroyed my village are their mortal enemy - the Shadowfell. But how can I trust these Drakoryans when they are the dragons who for centuries have taken sacrificial maidens from the mountain top? We always thought those maidens died, but they didn't. They were taken as mates to these huge, terrifying lords. Now I am told that the Drakoryan and Shadowfell are at war, and the days of sacrificial maidens is no more. I also am told that I, Isla of Branlock, will become a War Bride to the Lords of House Za'Vol. Days ago, I was a simple maiden clinging to life in her charred village. Now I am in a castle surrounded by dragon lords who have burned with lust for me since my rescue. And with the fate of the Drakoryan Empire and my own sister hanging in the balance, I have little choice but to go to their beds, and to accept the fate that awaits me. But I will not let my mates forget what I am. I am Isla of Branlock. I am a War Bride. And I will demand as much from these fierce lords as they do from me. Mark my words.

For centuries, the Drakoryans have taken sacrificial maidens. As a village widow, I thought myself safe from the dominant men of this dragon shifter race. I was wrong. I am Thera the Healer, and I blame the Drakoryans for the death of my husband and father. I know in my heart that they would be alive today were it not for the greed and cruelty of our dragon overlords. Now as war begins between the Drakoryans and the Shadowfell Dragons, it is once again my people who must pay. We are forced to relocate from the villages where we have lived our lives to resettle in the valley between the mountains that are home to the Drakoryans. But I am not docile. I will not submit to them or their rule. I have already lost all that I love and am ready to lay down my life to resist their rule. These Drakoryan dragons may be able to transform into men, but I see them for what they are. They are monsters. I want to lead an uprising, but five strong dragon men have other plans. The Drakoryan tradition have long been for brothers to claim human women as their shared mate. The Lords of Kri'byl seek to take me as their own, to turn my defiance into trembling surrender with their skill. I'm determined to deny them. But these are no ordinary men, and I'm about to find out that the fabled talents of these dragon shifters extend into the bedchamber. Can I continue to resist? Or will they conquer me as they conquered my people?

What woman wouldn't be happy to marry a prince? I am soon to be claimed by four, and I must be strong to weather what is to come. King Vurkuris of the Drakoryans is dead. Now, against the backdrop of war with the ShadowFell, the four sons of King Vukuris battle among themselves as dragons— not only for the crown, but for me. For it is the way of the Drakoryan brothers to claim one human mate and share her between them. But the stakes are higher now that the king is dead. While only one prince will be victorious on the battlefield and claim both the crown and the first night with me, all will eventually conquer me in the bedchamber with a combination of power and prowess.  But there is another battle, a silent one, and it rages inside me. My memories of being held captive by the ShadowFell are returning — memories that bring pain and make me doubt my ability to be a good queen. Will those memories drive a wedge between me and my mates? Understanding those memories is a matter of life and death for the Drakoyrans, who must know the enemies next move and protect what is theirs, for within me may lies something special, something both sides need to win the war that threatens to destroy the Empire.