Deception Paranormal Romance - Dragon Shifters and Immortals

Can an empath tame a dragon? As an empath, Pandora's duty is to plug into the collective consciousness of the Elysians and balance out the emotions of the Sian Web. Her life is structured and regulated, until the rebel alliance wipes out her family. She must save her brother by taking the gladiator, dragon shifter Rage for a mate. Except, the psychic impact of mating with a dragon will kill her.Rage is a latent dragon shifter, the only clear emotion he has known is anger, until he meets Pandora. She brings out a gentleness in him, he never knew existed. He wants to protect her, take care of her. Being near her soothes the twisted creature inside that is his beast. When Rage discovers that Pandora only bonded with him to save her brother, will he forgive her?Can Rage and Pandora put aside their differences to combat the threat of the Elysian Rebel Alliance that looms over both their species?Dragons, mind magic, psychic heat and betrayal collide in this pulse pounding installment of the much loved Dragon Protectors series.***Excerpt"Are you all right?" As soon as the words were out, Pandora cursed herself. Why was she so concerned about this man? Her legs ached from the miles she'd run before being caught by the bounty hunters. "It was you who spoke in my mind?" She caught an English accent, and below that, the musical sound of faraway islands. Physically, her cell mate was big. Even hunched over, his shoulders were wide. His chest was bare. The hard planes shifted below his golden-brown skin as he moved his back, making himself more comfortable against the wall. The concave dip of his stomach enraptured her. His torn pants clung to his thighs, outlining powerful muscles. He was gorgeous, in a dangerous, predatory way that simply made her breath catch. Desire bloomed in her lower belly. She couldn't take her gaze off him. A tattoo snaked down the left side of his chest. It swept down toward his waist like a phoenix plunging to its death. She'd never seen anyone with so much charisma as this man. No Elysian male she'd met could match the vitality that clung to this shifter. The overhead light reflected off the wounds on his chest. She scented his blood and knew that Vesta and Tibor had hurt him. They'd tortured him. She curled her hands into fists. She was surprised at the anger that raked through her. "You saved my life." He stretched out his legs. His hands hung loose between his thighs. His dark hair was matted and flowed to his shoulders. His face was in shadow, and she could just make out the cleft in his chin. His eyelids were hooded, and he watched her with a deliberate intensity. Little pinpricks of heat danced over her skin. He wasn't scared of the Elysians, he'd been defiant to them. Yet it felt like he was trying to control himself. He didn't quite succeed in reining in that seductive energy that pulsed around him.It called out to her.