Huzzah! I made it to my twenty-third birthday! Given how much dragon magic I have rolling through me now, doing its best to cook me from the inside out, this feat is no small thing. Iâve earned a hearty celebration and then some. Iâm gonna party down at Sharmayneâs and let her ply me with as many of her cocktails as she wants. Her magic touch is exactly what I need after how nutty life in Traitorâs Den has been lately. I deserve every hypnotic, milky, swirling Moon Mixer she sends my way. Hell, I might get fancy and skip right on to a Roll in the Hay, maybe even a Sirens on the Rocks, and if Iâm tipsy enough, end the night with a Dragon Slayer like a proper wild child. Who needs to be clear headed anyway? For one night, I can be one clown short of a circus. All the responsibility of being both sheriff and mayor of our fine, one-way town will still be waiting for me tomorrow.
It always is.
A night at Sharmayneâs oughta leave me loose and ready to finally take advantage of all the dragon shifter Rhett and the vampire Zeke keep trying to offer meâevery damn day, all day long...and into the night. Their looks are heated enough that if all the power inside me werenât already threatening to give me a good cookinâ, their constant seduction would. Those men could sell heat to a roasting fire.
But trust me, what theyâre sellinâ, Iâm lookinâ to buy. They say Iâm their mate? Their queen? Well, bring it on. Iâm wearing my favorite dancinâ boots.
Of course, just when Iâm starting to get hot and heavy with my two guys, a knock on the door upends my worldâyet again.
Well, at least, I ainât complaininâ none. Not one tiny, little bit. Not with whoâs on the other side of my door.
Not till the sky starts falling, anyhow...