For the first time in my life I'm surrounded by attractive, eligible males. If only I could choose one. Kearney Draconian Warriors are not only drop dead gorgeous, they’re more accommodating than any other species. My younger sister and I have signed contracts with the Draconians and they’re waiting for us to choose a mate, but I can’t focus on that right now. Kendra and I joined the bride’s registry for the dowry, enough to feed our family for year. It’s good, but Earth is dying and I’ve got an idea to help them for a lot longer. I trust the Draconians, but not with my secret plan to get supplies to our family. There’s nothing in it for them. Our crafty Commander always has his eyes on me. I worry the handsome devil has figured out my plan. All my bad dreams have been replaced with erotic ones. I can’t look him in the eye because he’s been the star in every single one of them. Catching a glimpse of his sexy body clad only in his unders blows my mind. The dragon warrior has miles of muscles, an unbelieve wingspan and his hands are gigantic. It’s more than enough to keep me thinking dirty thoughts all day long. A distraction I don’t need right now. Tabor I’m dedicated to caring for the sister queens until they chose mates. I’m fascinated with them. Perhaps it’s because their closeness reminds me of my brother and I. He and I are close too. I’ve even taken him under my wing to complete the final phase of his transition into a full-fledged warrior. It’s important he not flounder with so many queens about. Few are fitting age mates for a young warrior, he must leave a good impression if he wants to be chosen. Queen Kearney and her sister are unlike the other human queens. The others crave luxury and delight in the exotic foods we offer, basking in the attention of our warriors. Kearney and her sister eat only ration bars, wear uniforms and sleep on the ground. They even toil in the gemstone mines. I am strangely attracted to Kearney's solemn disposition, dedication to her sister and desire to do something besides luxuriate. She has a strong spirit and a keen intellect. The more I get to know this queen, the more fiercely protective I am. I’ve determined none are fit to warm her bed except me. This lovely queen is becoming more precious to me with each passing day. Something about the look in her eyes tells me she’s been hurt. I’ll die before I allow anyone to harm her again. Worry eats away at my gut and I sense an unknown danger. Therefore I remain ever vigilant. Until she chooses me.
