Fallen Immortals

Lucian: I am a Dragon Prince of the House of Smoke...and I am dying. Five hundred years is truly enough for a man like me. A monster. Yet a 10,000-year treaty will die with me, if I don't spawn a dragonling to take my place. My two brothers are no use in this task. It falls to me, the eldest by a hair's breadth, and yet, I cannot face the horror of another sealing. Another death. Another woman's blood on my hands.

Lucian is a Dragon Prince of the House of Smoke...and he's dying. He has to spawn a dragonling to uphold the treaty that keeps the mortal world safe from the immortal Dark Fae, but a dragon's mate rarely survives the birth of a young dragon, and he can't face the horror of another woman's death on his hands. When he rescues a beautiful woman from a demon roaming the streets of Seattle, he has to seduce her without losing his heart.

Lucian is a Dragon Prince of the House of Smoke...and he's dying. He has to spawn a dragonling to uphold the treaty that keeps the mortal world safe from the immortal Dark Fae, but a dragon's mate rarely survives the birth of a young dragon, and he can't face the horror of another woman's death on his hands. When he rescues a beautiful woman from a demon roaming the streets of Seattle, he has to seduce her without losing his heart...and before he turns into a feral dragon and breaks the treaty forever.

Leonidas: I am a Dragon Prince of the House of Smoke...and I am cursed. Falling in love was never in the cards for me. An angry witch made sure of that - if I lose my heart, I lose my life. Only now, a treaty guaranteeing peace will die with me, unless I convince some hapless human to fall in love with me and bear my child - a dragonling born of magic and a love that's true. But I know nothing of love. Five hundred years of guarding my heart and opening my bed mean I've got zero chance at this.

Falling in love was never in the cards for Leonidas. An angry witch made sure of that - if he loses his heart, he loses his life. But the treaty guaranteeing peace will die with him, unless he wins the true love of a woman and she bears him a dragonling. When a fiery redheaded witch comes along with plans of her own, 500 years of guarding his heart and opening his bed might not be enough to protect him. Because love is magic...and the fate of the mortal and immortal worlds depends on Rosalyn and Leonidas not only opening their hearts but surviving a love that's true....

Falling in love was never in the cards for Leonidas. An angry witch made sure of that-if he loses his heart, he loses his life. But the treaty guaranteeing peace will die with him, unless he wins the true love of a woman and she bears him a dragonling. When a fiery red-headed witch comes along with plans of her own, 500 years of guarding his heart and opening his bed might not be enough to protect him. Because love is magic...and the fate of the mortal and immortal worlds depends on Rosalyn and Leonidas not only opening their hearts, but surviving a love that's true....

Leksander: I am a dragon prince of the House of Smoke, and I am in love with the wrong woman. I never meant to fall for an angeling. And I wasn't supposed to have the duty of fulfilling a 10,000-year-old treaty to protect humanity. But now I'm trapped between the immutable facts of magic and the irresistible force of my love. When a fae queen offers unparalleled sex and an unprecedented renewal of the treaty, the temptation is substantial. If only the prospect didn't leave me hollow inside.  

Leksander never meant to fall for an angeling, and he certainly never meant to hurt her. The protection of humanity is his most sacred duty, but how can he do that when he can't even protect the woman he loves? Saving Erelah means saving himself; he'll be useless for anything else until he does, including finding a mate to fulfill a ten-thousand-year-old treaty to keep humanity safe from the fae. While he may not win her love, he will risk everything to save his angeling from her fall.

Leksander is a dragon prince of the House of Smoke, and he is in love with the wrong woman. Leksander never meant to fall for an angeling, and he certainly never meant to hurt her. The protection of humanity is his most sacred duty, but how can he do that when he can't even protect the woman he loves?

Leonidas is a dragon shifter, a century into his allotted five, and he's entranced by Master Shakespeare's theatre and the comely and lusty women of London's bankside. But when he finds a witch in the practice of her art in clear view of the stage, he must act, for dragons are the keepers of the peace between the mortal and immortal realms. But never has duty been so sweetly sexy and delicious to the touch as a witch whose very skin sparks pleasure....