How to Tame Your Dragoness Anthology

Buy two and get the third free with this collection of steamy shorts! How to Tame Your Dragoness Aren is a young hunter on a trip in the forest when he nearly becomes the hunted. When he encounters the shape-shifting female dragon, Shara, he is instantly drawn to the bewitching creature, but does she return his interest, or is he simply prey to her? His beauty-and-beast has demands of her own, and she seems used to getting what she wants, when she wants it. This erotic adventure short story is 5,129 words long and contains scenes intended for a mature audience. How to Tame Your Dragoness 2 What’s a man who finds himself married to a dragon to do? Aren finds himself drawn to Shara, rapidly falling for her fiery demeanor. Unfortunately, he has to go home, and bringing her along is bound to cause trouble. The shape-shifting dragon is unused to curbing her demanding nature. Will Shara and Aren be able to keep their budding relationship a secret? And when she visits his room late at night, will they be caught red-handed? This erotic short is 4,200 words long and contains scenes intended for a mature audience. How to Tame Your Dragoness 3 Aren is trapped between a rock and a hard place. His heart belongs to the seductive, beautiful shape-shifter, Shara. His heart is shattered when he learns his father has arranged a marriage for him, to a woman he has never known. He is torn between his home and his duty, and what lies in his heart. Which path will he choose? This short story is 4,029 words long and contains scenes intended for a mature audience. -Excerpt- Shara's eyes narrowed as she came at me again, all aggression, the tip of her sword trying to find me somewhere in my middle. I batted her blade downward, forcing the point away from me, facing it towards our feet. She was shifting her arms, trying to get out from under me, and I let her momentum shift her to the side. I dropped my blade all together, freeing up my arms, which I closed around her in a bear hug. I squeezed, tightly, clamping her arms to her sides. I drew her in close to my body, her attempt to pull away forcing her back against my chest. She kicked and failed, growling at me like an impatient beast, my forearms locked just under her breasts. My nose was against her hair. She couldn't get enough leverage to get away from me, though I worried she might try to head-butt me to escape. If I came home with a broken nose and black eyes, someone might ask questions I didn't want to answer. "You fight dirty, Aren." Shara complained, breathlessly. Something about her tone had shifted. One hand had bent upwards so that her fingers could draw over the skin of my forearm. The other still held her sword, but it dangled loosely in her fingertips.