I'm engaged to a stranger, a man -- dragon. If I don't marry him, I'm as good as dead.
This monster is perfection in human form: all rippling golden muscle and more gorgeous than anyone who shifts into a scaled monstrous beast has a right to be. His magic calls me, his heat enthralls me and my mind melts at the touch of his inhumanely hot hands on my skin.
There is no way I can marry him.
I know what he truly wants: access to my family's power.
Unlike the rest of my once powerful family, I have no magic.
The immortal monster that ate them all, still hunts me.
I've been hiding all my life.
My grandmother thinks that the only way to save me from the monster is to marry me to another monster: a dragon.
He thinks he knows what he's getting with me.
I don't play those games.
It's better to run from a monster, than to marry one.
I'm no dragon's treasure.
Even if my heart wishes otherwise.
