検索キーワード： "オーバーロード" ドラゴン・伝説上の生き物

I wasn't supposed to fall in love with the enemy who killed my family. We were at war. The dragons claimed we kidnapped their heir, and they wanted him back. They were winning. Our tanks and guns didn't stand a chance. Now they're willing to agree to a truce, but only if we provide them with mates. My company says I've been given the 'honor' of being a dragon's conquest, but in reality, the b*stards want to silence me for what I know.

The night I got pregnant, the rest of my life went to sh*t. First, I woke up alone, the jerk not even willing to stick around. Then, I got thrown in jail for a crime I didn't commit. Now, I've been "volunteered" as a tribute for the dragons. It was either that or spend my life in prison. Of course, I didn't actually get to choose. The Feds shipped me off against my protests. Which is where I come face to face with the man who knocked me up. The man who is actually a dragon.

After being attacked during a study abroad program, Whitney Brooks decides to train in self-defense. She doesn’t expect to become a sharpshooting champion. She certainly doesn’t expect to be competing for the state title when the world explodes. Literally.

As heir to one of the powerful dragon houses, my father expects my mate to be a "proper match" for my position. He's spent years parading those he approves past me. I hated them all. No woman was right for me—until our ruler tricked me into taking a human for a mate. My dragon has never been so alive. So obsessed. From the moment I laid my eyes on Chloe, I knew that I had to have her. To make her mine. Unfortunately, the most recent of my rejected "proper" mates is also the youngest daughter of a rival house.

I'm done being someone's second best. And I have the scars from my first marriage to prove it. Now that I'm stuck with a dragon shifter, it's going to take more than muscles as hard as a good D to convince me that they're serious. Of course, if it wasn't for my big mouth I wouldn't be in this situation to begin with. I was there when the ceasefire terms were presented by the dragons. They demanded eight women a year as tribute. My ex-husband, 'The General,' argued that we should never surrender. I said he was an idiot, and that we were losing.