BOOK THREE: ALIEN DRAGON'S MATE

Ash Thibodeaux dusted off her jeans and waited for the next person in the soup kitchen to come to replace her spot at the serving counter. The spicy gumbo beside the stack of sweet corn cakes made her stomach grumble. Damn, she should've picked up a Po'boy with cheese on the way here this morning. Another hour and all the food would be gone and the dishes cleaned.

Should've thought about how everyone loved her Grams cooking. There ...