A dragon meets spontaneous human combustion...
Adara Brenton thinks she's an average girl: single and dreaming of romance. Also? In need of a job. As it turns out, horking up fireballs at work is the fast track to unemployment.
See, in her family, spontaneous human combustion is genetic...like red hair, only, you know, fatal, and now it's her turn to burn.
Endre Felman has lived deep inside a mountain for centuries, adding to his hoard and looking for his mate. Meeting Adara before she goes up in smoke gives him hope, but convincing her dragons are real, that he's the dragon of her heart, and keeping her alive through what's to come proves to be more difficult than he ever imagined.
In the end, they may both burn to ash because no dragon lives forever without love.
He leaned close, his mouth by my ear, his breath tickling my neck. "When we're done with the next kiss, you won't even remember your name."
I moved back and arched an eyebrow. "Oh really?"
"It only gets hotter from here."
"And the kiss after that, you'll be begging me, Adara."
"For what?" I whispered the question.
"For what only I can give you." Endre came close again, and I tried to back away, but found the cave at my back. He crowded me, forcing me into the jagged rock wall. "After this, I don't think we'll be able to stop at just kissing, do you?"
"We can't just fall into bed together. That's crazy."
"No. Not crazy. It's the magic of fate and fire. I'll play by your rules for now, but keeping me at a distance doesn't change anything. I'm yours and you're mine. Our flames will rise as one someday."