A woman knows what she wants. That goes double if she’s a shifter. Historian to the wolves of a lost shifter world, Laurel transcribes the stories of her people. She writes a few novel tales of her own, too. She lets her vivid imagination lead her, and she’s about to turn her greatest story into reality. She’s sure that her dragon lord is meant to be her mate. Until her childhood friend tells her she’s wrong. They aren’t children anymore, and she has to admit Cypress is smoking hot. He also means more to her than she’d ever cared to admit. What if all along her story was about the wrong hero?

Captain, treasure hunter, skeptic—Astra is a lot of things. Or at least she used to be. Can she still call herself a captain after her ship wrecks? Is she a treasure hunter if the relic she's been hired to find isn’t real? No matter what happens, she’s still a skeptic. Unless magic is real. One thing she’s definitely not—she's not the kind of girl who’s saving her v-card. Try telling that to the guys binding her to a rock as a "chaste" sacrifice. Sadly, no one listens to what you have to say when there’s a gag in your mouth. All Astra knows for certain is that things can’t get any worse. Until a make-believe scaled monster swoops down out of the sky. Until he turns into a ripped AF, very naked, human man who claims her as his mate.

He is Warrior of Land. He is Alpha of Wolves. He’s completely screwed. Chosen above all others, Thorn wields the earth magic of his dragon god. With a single touch, he can restore life to a withering sapling. With the sheer force of his will, he can summon iron armor to shield his wolf. Coyote shifters wait outside the village gates. They’re seeking help, or so they claim. Trusting them puts Thorn’s pack at risk. But he can’t deny the woman leading the refugees. She’s his enemy. She’s his undoing. She’s his mate.

What’s hotter than a dragon’s breath? Every inch of his naked human form. All Polly ever wanted was the freedom to do as she pleases. Picturesque Dragon Island is a nice change of pace, until it’s not. The more time she spends in the same village, the more it feels like a cage. She yearns to find something new, something exciting. She doesn’t count on that "something" being a man. Or a dragon. Or both. Guardian of Water, god to his people, Ruarc has lived lifetimes alone. His existence revolves around his duty of caring for the island's wildlife and shifters. He’s content. Until he meets a human woman who doesn’t belong. She’s unreasonable. She’s unpredictable. She’s meant to be his mate. How can he tame a woman so wild? He can’t—not if she tames him first.

Most thunderbird children aspire to be chosen… Only one in a generation will be Warrior of Sky, right hand to the dragon god. I never wanted the power or responsibility, but he still picked me. To defy my dragon means death, so I must juggle duty and morality to stay alive. But when Hale, Warrior of Water, prevents me from carrying out my dragon’s latest orders, everything changes. Hale is everything my world is not. He’s light in darkness. He’s kind and forgiving, compassionate and understanding. Even more, he pushes me to discard everything I’ve ever known for a life I’d never considered possible. To surrender and let him in is to spit in the face of everything my people stand for. Giving in to my desire will ensure my punishment. How long can I fight when all I want to do is submit?