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I don't have time for mysterious strangers. Even the really hot ones. I met him in a bar the night before I left to move across the country - and I never expected to see him again. But then he followed me.... It would be creepy if he was just a stalker - but he’s not. He’s a protector, shielding me from a group of nutjobs who believe in dragons. He saved my life - but now it’s my turn. And apparently, the nutjobs aren’t wrong. Dragons are real. And I hold the key to saving them all.

I don't have time for mysterious strangers. Even the really hot ones. I met him in a bar the night before I left to move across the country - and I never expected to see him again. But then he followed me.... It would be creepy if he was just a stalker - but he’s not. He’s a protector, shielding me from a group of nutjobs who believe in dragons. He saved my life - but now it’s my turn. And apparently, the nutjobs aren’t wrong. Dragons are real. And I hold the key to saving them all.

I’ve been hurt before, but Shayne makes me want to try again. I haven’t been lucky in romance, and for the past 12 years, my daughter Charlotte has been my number one priority. But my senses go crazy every time I’m around Shayne, and my inner wolf is convinced he’s my fated mate. He fits right into my family, but he doesn’t know a thing about shifters, and I don’t want to scare him away before I find a way to convince him to stay in town.

He’s my hero...literally. Super heroes don’t exist, and the Ghost of Detroit? Just a rumor. Except it’s not. I was taken straight off the street, drugged, and put up for sale...until he saved me. There’s something between us, something charged and electric, that sends shivers down my spine...and his. But the people who are after me aren’t going to stop. Unless we make them.

He was the enemy: Calavastrix the Storm. He’d razed our ranch once already and threatened my family and friends. But now, injured, he has come to us for help. I wasn’t supposed to fall for him. I told myself this, over and over, as I nursed him back to health. He is only a prisoner. He is still the enemy. But his dragon tongue has a way of getting under my skin.