Dragon Shifters Do It Series by Gemma Cates

A good girl looking to get a little dirty. Taylor. I’m on a quest to prevent my revirginization. My dry spell has become a drought, and I’m this close to buying batteries in bulk at the wholesale store. But fortune smiles upon my neglected lady parts when I meet a man who looks like a model for a gym commercial, acts like he might have a few manners, and kisses like he can’t get enough of me. I wouldn’t have thought it would be all that hard to convince a horny hottie to have sex with me... moreA good girl looking to get a little dirty. Taylor. I’m on a quest to prevent my revirginization. My dry spell has become a drought, and I’m this close to buying batteries in bulk at the wholesale store. But fortune smiles upon my neglected lady parts when I meet a man who looks like a model for a gym commercial, acts like he might have a few manners, and kisses like he can’t get enough of me. I wouldn’t have thought it would be all that hard to convince a horny hottie to have sex with me. I would be wrong. A playboy dragon determined to keep it in his pants. Bain. I’m not looking for a mate. Not now. Maybe never. But sex? Yes, and often. Until I meet little blonde Taylor with the perfect pink lips, the lushest peach of an ass, and a taste for my whiskey. I want her but I can’t have her, because she’s a good girl. She deserves more than a fling with a dirty dragon. She deserves forever, and I can’t give her that. Warning from the author: This book contains a sex-starved bookkeeper who’s afraid to trust her heart after her ex-fiancé smashed it into jagged little pieces. It also contains a reluctantly honorable whisky-distilling dragon who doesn’t believe he deserves a second chance at finding his fated mate. less

A blocked writer looking for inspiration. Kaylee. I write about bad men who do dirty things to needy women. Or I used to. I'm on a deadline and the words aren't coming. My creative well is nothing more than a mud puddle. Perhaps a reflection of my equally uninspiring life. But then I encounter a smoking man with a serious book habit at my local library. Suddenly, he's my hero. I'm writing about a gorgeous bespectacled guy with lickable abs and bitable biceps... moreA blocked writer looking for inspiration. Kaylee. I write about bad men who do dirty things to needy women. Or I used to. I'm on a deadline and the words aren't coming. My creative well is nothing more than a mud puddle. Perhaps a reflection of my equally uninspiring life. But then I encounter a smoking man with a serious book habit at my local library. Suddenly, he's my hero. I'm writing about a gorgeous bespectacled guy with lickable abs and bitable biceps. The words are flowing, but it's not the book I meant to write. Not enough handcuffs, too many teeth and claws. .. and I'm not entirely sure why. A nerdy dragon looking for love. Dex. I found her. My one true mate. And. .. She thinks I'm a lunatic. "Dragons aren't real. ". I just have to convince a woman with an imagination so vast she creates fictional worlds for a living that everything she's ever dreamt is real, magic included. No problem. Without revealing my true form. More complicated. While keeping her safe. Dammit. Note from the author: This book contains a practical writer who’s certain that dreams and magic are for children, and that happily-ever-after only exists in fiction. It also contains a badass nerd dragon who's ready for love. .. until he meets the woman of his dreams and realizes life with him is full of unavoidable dangers. less

A history prof looking for a fling finds fire. Susannah. My mother taught me romantic love is a false promise, a pretty path littered with hidden bits of glass and barbed wire. Then bad boy mechanic Archer rescues me and my old VW bug on the side of the road, and I start to wonder if maybe he’ll be the one to jumpstart my love life. Little does he know that the road to my heart isn't just strewn with sharp objects. It’s labeled: Here be dragons! Archer. I loved a woman. Once... moreA history prof looking for a fling finds fire. Susannah. My mother taught me romantic love is a false promise, a pretty path littered with hidden bits of glass and barbed wire. Then bad boy mechanic Archer rescues me and my old VW bug on the side of the road, and I start to wonder if maybe he’ll be the one to jumpstart my love life. Little does he know that the road to my heart isn't just strewn with sharp objects. It’s labeled: Here be dragons! Archer. I loved a woman. Once. I swore never again. Then I met Susannah. She thinks I'm a professional mechanic. I'm not. Not even close. She thinks I'm human. Wrong again. She thinks she's human. Since she's a witch, that would be incorrect. My sexy history professor thinks she knows about the past, but she hasn't a clue. I'm the one holding all the facts. But I’m starting to realize she might be holding something more valuable: my heart. She's a professor with a colorful past and no interest in love. He's a bad boy dragon holding his secrets close and his heart even closer. Can these two wounded souls find a future together? less

A sunshine-grump dragon romance with all the steam and plenty of fun. Kira. I’m tired of being underestimated. I’m sick of being taken for granted. And I’m flat out DONE with men who think I’m their mama. You’re too nice, they say. You’re asking to be taken advantage of, my friends argue. No more. I’m ready to stand up for myself. And guess what? The rude beast of a man sitting next to me in coach seems like a fantastic place to start. Conor... moreA sunshine-grump dragon romance with all the steam and plenty of fun. Kira. I’m tired of being underestimated. I’m sick of being taken for granted. And I’m flat out DONE with men who think I’m their mama. You’re too nice, they say. You’re asking to be taken advantage of, my friends argue. No more. I’m ready to stand up for myself. And guess what? The rude beast of a man sitting next to me in coach seems like a fantastic place to start. Conor. Want to make a dragon cranky? Bind his dragon form for a hundred years. Want to make him really angry? Stick him inside a flying metal box with recycled air, insufficient leg room, and a few dozen humans. Ask me how I know. I’m that dragon. The one who can’t fly unless it’s in a plane. The one whose first-class seat was double-booked. The one who’s ready to tear apart the metal contraption confining me. And then a sweet little cream puff of a woman decides to read me the riot act. F*ck my life. A sunshiny sweetheart who’s dated one too many jerks meets a grumpy dragon who might, deep, deep down have a heart of gold. Love, laughter, and mated souls follow. Join Kira and Connor as they muddle through the hilarious, wonderful mess they make of their journey toward happily ever after. less