Valeriya Azarov turned her back on the family business to write and illustrate children’s books. But with a sister who leads the Knights of the Dragon, it’s impossible to get away from the secret society whose mission is to destroy and enslave dragons. When information falls into her hands along with the opportunity to save at least one of the ancient creatures, she can’t turn away any longer.

When a woman moves into the cabin above Tarrant Cooper’s secret underground lair, he’s both suspicious and intrigued. He hasn’t lasted four thousand years being careless, so when he suspects her of being a part of the Knights, the plan is to kidnap her and find out how much the organization knows about him and his brothers.

He’s drawn to Valeriya, but trusting her could get him killed. Even if she’s a pawn in the war between drakons and Knights, giving her his heart would mean forever.

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“What’s going to happen to me?” She had to know.

Tarrant sighed and walked around the counter until he was standing beside her. He cupped her face in his hands. “I honestly don’t know.” Then he kissed her.

Unlike the last time, she was ready for him. But the heat and power of the caress still took her off guard. If she’d been standing, her knees would have buckled. The warmth of his hands soaked into her skin. His lips were firm, yet supple.

“Tarrant.” She whispered his name this time. Last time, she hadn’t even known it. She still didn’t know his last name. Not that it truly mattered.

His tongue touched hers, and she leaned inward, wanting more. It was crazy to be drawn to her captor. He might have been kind and held her while she’d cried. He might have cooked her food and made her tea. But she could never forget he’d taken her for reasons of his own. And she had no idea what those reasons were.

She tried to focus on her gift, but it wasn’t easy. Not when he was kissing her. There was no sense of danger, only a knowing that she was where she was supposed to be. It didn’t make any sense. None of this situation did. Maybe her intuition was faulty, but she honestly didn’t think so. It had served her well her entire life.

So maybe, just maybe, it was telling her the truth. Tarrant wasn’t a threat to her. Yes, he was big and dangerous and obviously skilled, since he’d managed to take her without her knowing. She should be terrified of him. But she wasn’t. If anything, she yearned to get closer to him.

Maybe she was the one who was crazy.

ABOUT N.J. WALTERS

N.J. Walters is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who has always been a voracious reader, and now she spends her days writing novels of her own. Vampires, werewolves, dragons, time-travelers, seductive handymen, and next-door neighbors with smoldering good looks—all vie for her attention. It’s a tough life, but someone’s got to live it.

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