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Crashed spaceship. Prison planet. Snarling, lethal predators. Two big, hulking, bronzed aliens who turn into dragons. The best part? The dragons insist I’m their mate. The Zorahn wanted women for some kind of super-secret science experiment, and I volunteered. Dumb move, right? But they promised we’d be safe, and they offered a lot of money. Money I needed desperately. Of course, everything went wrong.

On August 11 and 12, 2017, armed neo-Nazi demonstrators descended on the University of Virginia campus and downtown Charlottesville. When they assaulted antiracist counterprotesters, the police failed to intervene, and events culminated in the murder of counterprotestor Heather Heyer. In this book, Emmy-nominated journalist and former Charlottesville resident Nora Neus crafts an extraordinary account from the voices of the students, faith leaders, politicians, and community members who were there.

I’ve lived an eternity. I’ve killed thousands. Destroyed worlds. I thought I’d seen everything. I didn’t think there was anything left in the galaxy that could surprise me. Then I met her. Lani Dennison. A human woman. My mate. My mission was simple. Find Lani Dennison. I expected her to be smart. You’d have to be, to survive the Okaki pirates. I didn’t expect her to be lovely. I didn’t expect her to make me laugh. And I definitely didn’t expect her to be the one woman I was destined to be with, the missing piece of my soul. My mate. Now what?

How to fail as an intergalactic spy: 1. Crash spaceship on wrong planet. 2. Break leg. 3. Get abducted by rogue prisoners. 4. End up with two pairs of dragon-shifters claiming I’m their mate. They intend to court me until I choose between them. Secret mission or not, I’m gonna end up with two Draekon mates.

Captured in space. Imprisoned. Sold to the highest bidder. But my biggest problem is the bossy, aggravating, impossible, alien who’s supposed to rescue me. The bossy alien I kissed. That might have been a mistake. Kadir is dangerous. I’ve seen him fight and his body is littered with scars. He’s a soldier. A warrior. And when he loses control, he turns into a big scary dragon and breathes fire. Everyone’s terrified of him. I’m not. No, call me the biggest fool in the galaxy, because I’m attracted to the big jerk.

An everyday vacation quickly turns into a nightmare of epic proportions. Two sisters must struggle to find the strength within themselves to survive as well as to save one another. When the world of Fae emerges on a rocky shore far from the Emerald Isle, all hell breaks loose. Two factions vie for the sister’s loyalties, one light, the other dark. Neither honest.

Brahms is one of the best loved yet most controversial of all the Romantics. Almost uniquely, his works have never suffered the slightest period of eclipse. Profoundly emotional yet governed by an iron discipline, the music, like the man, is a fascinating, entertaining, often deeply moving blend of opposites. He had a gift for friendship and a capacity for love far beyond the ordinary, yet no man could be ruder or more hurtful.

Crazy jungle planet. Killer orange fungus. Crimson snakes in the water. The worst part? While I was in a coma, I seem to have acquired two dragon mates. When I wake from my coma, the first thing I see are two hot aliens. And I’m informed that they’re my mates. I don’t think so. This isn’t the story of Sleeping Beauty, and the two sexy, possessive Draekons aren’t my fairy tale princes. I’m certainly not going to wake up, kiss them, and live happily ever after on this stupid prison planet, where everything’s out to kill me.

In this boxset: seven books, one novella, and countless huge, dominant warriors who will stop at nothing to claim their mates.

We're still stuck on the prison planet, and I'm pregnant. I cycle between three states. Hungry. Horny. Weepy. I eat french fries dipped in vanilla pudding. I look like a beached whale. I'm also scared. No one knows what my child will look like or what species she’ll be. She could be human or Draekon, or...something else entirely. Something new. Daughter of Draekons. Daughter of Draekons is a short story set in the Dragons in Exile series. It does not not stand alone and should be listened to after Draekon Destiny.

I'm a berserker warrior, one of the best in the pack. So, when the alphas send me on a mission, nothing will stop me from tracking our enemies down and bringing them to justice. Then, Hazel runs across my path. A flower in the wilderness, she is young, fragile, and afraid. She's on the run from an evil mage who wants her power for his own.

When Sir Alan Watleigh goes searching for sex, he never imagines the street rat he brings home for one last bit of pleasure in his darkest hour will be the man who hauls him back from the edge of the grave. A single night of meaningless sex turns into an offer of permanent employment. Jem acts as Alan's valet, but offers him so much more than polished boots and starched cravats.

Once upon a time, two dragons saved the virgin. Being the only virgin on the prison planet isn't so bad. No, actually, it totally sucks. There are two Draekons who are interested in me. Well, I thought they were, but they keep blowing hot and cold. They won’t make a move. It’s infuriating. Whatever. I have no use for broody aliens. None at all. No matter how gorgeous they are. No matter how much my insides tingle when they touch me.

Day 200-something on the Prison Planet...and things are finally settling down. Life is slowly getting back to normal. Babies that won't sleep through the night? Check. Pregnancy cravings? We've got those, too. Fresh starts? Check. A new chapter in our lives? Check again. And people are leaving. Wait, what? If this is our last chance to be together, it's time to celebrate. It's time for a Draekon Holiday. Draekon Holiday is a short story set in the Dragons in Exile series. It does not stand-alone, and should be listened to after Draekon Rogue.

The Containment Bureau has housed paranormal objects for hundreds of years. A facility buried beneath the mountains, the Bureau has studied and maintained Relics with great efficiency. But when Deacon receives a late-night phone call from his sister that the Bureau has been breached, he knows he has to investigate. Now, the Relics are out of containment - some are eccentric, most are dangerous. Deacon must navigate a labyrinthine facility, dodging murderous Relics, hoping that he can find his sister, and understand what happened in The Containment Bureau.

After a thousand years entombed, the Corpse King has broken the witch’s binding and risen again. He’s raised an army and will rule us all unless we fight and stop him. And I'm the one who holds the key to his defeat. The witches have tasked me with this mission, but they don't trust me. They send two Berserkers to be my guides, my protectors, and my guards. Ragnar and Loki are powerful warriors, but if they think I'm a naive innocent they can control, they are very much mistaken. I trust them as little as they trust me, and I am on my guard.

My life changed the night the Berserkers took me. Dagg and Svein cared for me like no other - until the Corpse King attacked and the battle rage took their minds. Now, I'm alone. My mates are lost to madness, and my visions are growing worse. My nightmares, my only companions - unless I can defy the pack and save my warriors. I must trek into the wilderness and claim them for my own - or die in the attempt.

Top three reasons I should stay away from Danek: 1. He’s on a super-secret, important mission for the Rebellion. He’ll be undercover on a hostile planet, surrounded by people that want to kill him. 2. He’s gorgeous. Entirely unattainable. Way, way out of my league. 3. I’m 40, but I’m supposed to pose as his fake fiancée. 4. And he’s a really, really good actor, because when he kisses me, it feels real. When he wraps his arms around me, I want to stay in his embrace forever. (Okay, fine, that’s four reasons.)

Here are the extraordinary writings of a generation who fought through a war of unprecedented destructive power, and who had to find new voices to express the horror of what they discovered. The great names - Owen, Sassoon - are fully represented, but there are also many poems by lesser-known or unexpected figures, ranging from serving soldiers like Isaac Rosenberg and Richard Aldington to women such as Edith Nesbit and Vera Brittain.

Love thy neighbors? No way. Never going to happen. Ethan Burke and Lars Johansen are chiseled male perfection, with their cocky smiles, bulging biceps, and washboard abs. They're also rich, arrogant jerks. Ugh. I’m supposed to swoon over their panty-melting smiles, but I refuse to get the memo. After we feud over a parking spot, I write them into a dirty story. And, when it comes to describing their, ahem, equipment, I get very stingy. How stingy? Think two inches. Bad author. Unfortunately for me, they find the story.