Dragon shifter CEO Malachite “Mal” Onyx doesn’t have time for relationships.
But the domineering billionaire has no choice. He must marry a human female and produce dragonlets, or return to his home planet and take the claw of ancient Empress Horribus.
Where can he find a willing female? One with soft brown hair, mouthwatering curves, and who lights his soul on fire.
Like that mysterious intern, Cheryl…
Cheryl has been drooling over her smokin’ hot CEO for months, but when her “duties as assigned” suddenly include marriage, she’s torn. Should she run from the irresistible dragon and his toe-curling kisses?
Or give in?
A dragon male has never dared to turn down the Empress. The entire universe is about to be rocked by a shy, curvy female from an unimportant little planet named Earth!
Let this yummy alien abduct you ~ Enjoy this brief excerpt!
Today was a good day.
It was product-sample day. Which meant that the dragons of the Onyx Corporation were striding down the hall between their offices half-naked, passing Cheryl’s desk without a glance in her direction, flexing gloriously.
Cheryl traced Mal’s rock-hard abs outlined against the sheer silk nightshirt, capturing every bulge and divot. The rough sketch took shape on her digital art tablet. But it was impossible to capture his flashing green eyes or delicious, rough voice.
“This will beat the Carnelians.” The CEO of Onyx Corporation gripped his silk collar, drawing the fabric taut against his broad backside. “It feels like sex against the skin.”
She wanted to feel his sex against her skin.
Was that wrong? She’d imagined Mal naked a thousand times in the last six months since she gotten this internship and stepped into the world of over-sexed dragon shifters who were too hot to be real.
How would it feel? Sex in general, since she had no experience, and with Mal in particular? Him clasping her to his broad chest, panting as he pressed his hard member against her soft cleft… The sinful images teased her like hot tongues licking her forbidden places. She flushed to full awareness.
Jasper, her direct boss, was also shirtless and cut like a male model. He held out his hand. “Give me the sample.”
Mal stripped off the shirt and tossed it at him, revealing his full masculine torso.
Yes . Thank you.
“We must have this,” Mal ordered. “Find me a supplier!”
He stalked, shirtless, to his office and slammed the door.
Even in a gruff mood, he was still breathtakingly gorgeous. All the aliens were. Apparently, their scouts had visited Earth hundreds of years ago and started the lore about dragons, so their reappearance just a few years ago, while shocking at the time, had already worn off to normal.
And anyway, they all looked like Superman in their human forms. Hard bodies, impossible good looks, and with a penchant for defying gravity and floating around.
They rarely took dragon form. Mal had transformed once in front of Cheryl. He’d pissed off his sister and scrambled out a window to escape her fiery rage.
One moment, he’d been standing in the hallway in a casual gray suit, ordering Amber to redo the year-end reports for the fifth time. “And this time, do it right!”
Amber had dropped her file folders, fluttering on the carpet, and turned to him.
Mal had backed up. “Uh … when you have time.”
Amber burst her quiet wool dress and turned a golden honey color. She was a dragon straight out of a storybook. Her wings spread wide, smashing the hallway and breaking the drywall.
The other dragons had scattered.
“I said when you had time!”
Red fire glowed in her throat.
He flinched and flexed at the same moment like he’d been doused with a bucket of water.
Iridescent green scales emerged all over his body, slicing through his suit.
The fabric dropped off him in shreds. His fingers and toes elongated, bursting the leather shoes, and dug into the carpet as he wheeled away.
His nose and mouth elongated while his forehead flattened over eye ridges and his cheeks drew back.
In human form, he towered over Amber, but in dragon form, he was half Amber’s size.
Amber ambled on four clawed dragon-feet toward Mal.
He fled. Moments later, his form zoomed outside the building, a flaming female dragon chasing right behind him.
As a consequence, Cheryl realized the otherwise quiet, staid Amber was a wild card who might snap at any moment.
Mal she didn’t worry about. They’d spent the last six months in close quarters because her desk was outside his office. He was too gorgeous, too focused, too busy to ever notice her hopeless crush…
… or was he? Mwa ha ha ha! Find out in Onyx Dragons: Malachite !