Dragons of Drakkon-Three Book Collection

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explaining a new ad idea for his product. I look over to watch the client's expression as Tom explains his idea. So far, the client seems impressed, which is g

d from me to the client and

to nod his head. "I like it. It will draw attenti

h is why I approved Mr. Cl

stands up and turns to me as I rise. "I leave my products and my good name in your hands." He holds his hand out

ir and t

Tom turns towards me and

"Did you hav

potential early on, convincing him to join my company. We quickly grew to become the number one sought out ad agency. I have more market

nt, I wouldn't have trusted anyone els

oked up at me rubbing the back of his neck, he se

is it

do you

I know when somethi

be having a tough time with things. I was hoping to offer her the re

ister asked you to

no

s she have an

nt belly up and doors closed leaving her without a job. My sister tel

ve a resume I

s morning. I placed it on y

view her. I will leave the rest to your discretion. I trust your opinion." B

led as I left to

ked in and sat down on my chair picking up the resume and looking it over. I made a few phone calls to her old employers who couldn't stop talking about what a great receptionist she was and how they regret losing her as well as their business. All seems to be in order. I called Tom a

e alley the scream originated. It was pitch black so when my headlight pierced the darkness as I turned in, what I saw angered me. A man was atop of a woman. As he was getting up, he smashed his fist to her head before taking off while pulling

ir smelt of roses and I could smell the scent of the rape upon her. As I rode my bike with her cradled in one arm. I would look down and study her face every chance I got. She was not incredibly beautiful. Some might say she was rather plain but there was someth

r in my arms. Once she was laid upon a gurney and

my work on the computer. My cell went off and I looked down to see a video call f

t going,

"Going

or a new receptionis

ood replacement for Arlene. I won't know fo

with a great body" Mitch is alway

you, Mitch. Thinki

en't dated in a few years. When

with my life and who I date is my business. Just

d by so many women here. You know back home women are

ic on this planet. You know they haven't been visited yet by other worlds

e are just so man

ur lives and species depend on us and this mis

is the true search c

omething to do with her scent. I know I have read that some

sake and ours that

right. Just because his one brother likes to play the field doesn't mean I have to. I desire to find that one special woman. I know I will kn

r. That's the one thing about my kind. We have a sense of smell. This smell could be anywhere in this twenty-something-story building. I lean back in my chair, closed my eyes. Sniffing the air again trying to identify the smell. Whatever it is? It seems to be calling to me. It's a sweet, floral smell. A smell that mak

bringing her my way for the introductions. It must be her scent that is enticing me so much. This could be what I was speaking to my brother about. She could be the one who is meant for me, to be my mate. Yet why is her scent

after. She first looked around then her eyes focused on me. Green eyes. The eyes that kept haunting my dreams. The same woman I rescued that night three m

a Thomson. Your new ass

she took it in hers. I couldn't help but notice ho

ely reach her eyes. And is that fear behind them? I imagine what s

stands here before me, I realized she isn't as plain as I first believed. She is quite