Dragon Slayers (Slayers & Protectors Book 1)

By: Kristin D. Van Risseghem

A reverse harem with a powerful magical heroine, a mystery that’s dying to be solved, and four smoking hot dragon shifters. This series will be your latest reading addiction!

Brooklyn is New York’s newest up-and-coming dragon slayer. Known as a Kill Shot, an elite assassin who can destroy dragons with one blow, Brooklyn is descended from slayer royalty. As her magic becomes more powerful—and more destructive—than it should, she seeks the help of four guys with unique abilities of their own.

Then love happens. The boys are hiding something, and are more than they appear. They’re stronger. Faster. Dangerous.

But things are about to go from bad to worse. Brooklyn isn’t just the strongest slayer alive—she also has no idea who she really is, and once she discovers the truth, her entire world will be changed forever.



A suspenseful urban fantasy combined with the best of paranormal romance, Dragon Slayers is a young adult novel packed with spells, secret kisses, and multiple forbidden romances. This edgy book by USA Today Bestselling author Kristin D. Van Risseghem will have you turning the pages all night!



This is a reverse harem urban fantasy - paranormal romance series appropriate for ages 16+.

Mild language/swearing, open mouth kissing, low burn heat level, behind closed-door sex scenes, while the 17yo main character is dating four guys.

If you want to ease yourself into reverse harem, find out what the hype is all about, then this Dragon’s Story series is right for you!





It’s graduation night, and I’m lucky enough to be part of it. My classmates of Level One surround me in the large conference room. Fifty of us have gathered to hear our mission and if we pass, we move onto Level Two.

“Everyone sit down, please,” Mr. Astor says, walking into the room. The York Academy Head Instructor has on brown pants with his trademark sweater vest. “We have a big night ahead of us, so let’s not waste time.”

The students scramble to find a seat in the middle section. Level Two and Three take the outer rows. I’m left standing in the back corner. No one offers me a seat next to them, nor saves me a seat. It’s not a big deal, really: they’ve been acting this way since I arrived eleven months ago to the prestigious school. I think it’s because they’re afraid of me, my family position on the Council, or it could be that I’m socially awkward and they know it.

As I look around the room and scan the faces of my would-be friends, I realize some of them may not come back tonight. In fact, I could be one who doesn’t.

Maybe it’s a good thing I never got close to anyone. If I don’t make it back, no one would miss me. Except my parents.

Most everyone in my Level is seventeen years old. Anyone can apply. Only the best applicants are accepted and after months of academic training, they can attend graduation night.

“Congratulations on making it this far,” Mr. Astor says. “Stay focused and vigilant, and tomorrow evening you’ll be inducted into Level Two. We know for sure your target is out tonight. One has been spotted near Claremont Village. Manny Lauren will be your Senior Team Lead. We’ll be dropping you off about ten blocks outside of the village.” He points to the large map behind him. “Now, go and select your weapons and be at the front gate in fifteen minutes.”

We are dismissed.

Manny Lauren is going to be our Lead? Get it together, Brooklyn. I close my eyes and steady my breathing.

I shouldn’t be thinking of my crush. I need to get my head in the game and focus on the mission. It’s our first, and hopefully last, mission as a Level One. I wring my hands together.

“Are you ready?” I know that deep, husky voice. My eyes open, and I’m staring directly into emerald green ones. “You’re the last to leave,” Manny says.

When my father dropped me off at the York gates eleven months ago, Manny was my personal tour guide. That’s a perk for my parents being very wealthy. All the other students were sectioned into groups and led around campus by other Level Three students.

“Um, yeah, it’s just nerves,” I say, wiping my sweaty palms on my black jeans from jitters about my mission, and if I’m honest, from him being so close. He scans my body and nods in approval.