Ezelain Dream-Invader Dreylan Tarq was once the IAC’s most decorated Peace-Keeper—until he found his wife in his boss’s arms and his boss’s hands on his wife’s ass. Now Dreylan works only for himself—or for whoever’s brave enough to pay him the chits. Sent to Spaceport Adana by the one man he despises the most, Dreylan must buy the Terran slave, Naya Kistara, whatever the cost. Naya is a reiphia, a rare and valuable empathic mesomorph who permanently and irreversibly becomes her first sexual partner’s ideal mate in every way. She is also Old Earth’s only hope of becoming a member of the Interplanetary Alliance Council. Without her, the planet’s vulnerable, neglected people will surely perish. What Dreylan finds on ’Port Adana, however, is not just a virgin being sold into slavery, but a woman of fire and passion and strength. A woman who stirs his body like no other. A woman with a secret. Revenge is a powerful motivator. But then, so is desire.

"Target acquired. Registered name, Sabian Talano." "Record?" "None." "Military service?" "None." "What have you got on him?" "Registered name, Sabian Talano." "That's it? No history of any kind?" "No other information is available at this time." —- No one on Spaceport Adana knows who Sabian Talano really is. Everything about Talano, the head bouncer at the spaceport's most popular bar, Haze, is shrouded in absolute mystery. All that's known is this; Don't piss him off if you want to stay in one piece. Don't mess with Emylie, his equally mysterious companion, if you want to stay alive. No one knows who Sabian Talano is, and that's exactly the way he wants it to stay. So who is the woman in skin-tight red leather called Falynn Mavek who suddenly appears on the spaceport? Who is the massive man with her, she calls Forty-Two? What is she doing on 'Port Adana asking questions about the secretive head bouncer? And why do her eyes burn with hunger when she finally finds him? Sabian Talano's dark chilling past is about to catch up with him. And it couldn't be more dangerous. Or erotic.

Hello. I am Allied Planet Enforcer Raina Mynn. I don’t believe in ghost stories, I don’t believe in space dragons and I sure as shyte don’t believe in destiny. So why the hell am I getting all worked up over the lunatic on the moon’s surface who sent me to sexual heaven with just one brutal, arrogant kiss? A lunatic in a gorgeous body with blazing eyes who tells me he’s a dragon shifter and I am his to claim? A lunatic who makes me hotter than all the hells and wetter than the widest seas? A lunatic who believes I am his destiny and will stop at nothing to make me his? Why do I feel like everything he’s saying is true? ... And why won’t my body stop craving his touch? Dragon shifter? You’re kidding, right? Right? Shyte, I’m in so much trouble.

Shayda's mission: Rikshor Dollavera. But some secrets are more erotic—and dangerous—than others. Look up smuggler in the Interplanetary Alliance Council's database and you'll find an image of Rikshor Dollavera. Research Rikshor Dollavera in the Nil-Raja Masterpleasurers' Code Bible, and you'll find a detailed description of his phenomenal sexual prowess. Walk into the bar Haze, on Spaceport Adana and you'll find the man himself, well and truly flirting his way into someone's bed. You'll likely find the mysterious Leatian, Eyn, at Rik's side. Eyn's a rival smuggler, and just as sexy. So what happens when an AP cop comes looking for the best sex of her life and hunts Rikshor Dollavera down? A threesome beyond any of their wildest dreams. Yet everyone's got a secret, some more dangerous than others. And some far more erotic.