Dragons were not on my apocalypse bingo card. Neither was getting kidnapped by one.
Life has been crazy, so it shouldn't be surprising that I've been taken by a mythological creature and marked as a potential piece of an apocalyptic prophecy.
Except I'm done being a victim. Dangerous claws or not, I won't cower to the scary beast who says I'm his fated mate.
But Lucan isn't what I expected. He's a warrior who caters to my every need. Beneath his tough exterior is a comforting softness.
For the first time in forever, I feel safe, which is dangerous because real monsters exist. And my dragon makes it easy to forget that fairy tales are for princesses-not for women like me.
If I want my happy ending, I'll have to fight. It's about time I remember how badass I really am. Let's just hope it's not too late . . .
