Miriam Cait seeks love, or rather, her friend seeks it for her. Her friend’s latest date suggestion is refused on account of his dark eyes. There’s something not quite right with them, and Miriam soon finds out why when he comes knocking on her door, and knocking her out.
Miriam wakes up from the confrontation with more than just a headache. Shackles cover her ankles and wrists, and she’s on her way to being auctioned off to a bunch of self-proclaimed dragon lords. It all seems too fantastic to be real, but as the evidence starts mounting against sanity Miriam realizes she may be in deeper trouble than she thought.
Genres: Paranormal Romance, Fantasy Romance
“Weekend at last!”
That was my cry as I stretched my arms above my head. Around me were throngs of my coworkers. We left the fifty-floor office building in a giant herd of tired and eager humanity.
“Amen!” one of them called out.
“Anybody seeing the game?” another one asked.
“I’m just seeing my eyelids,” a hefty guy quipped.
That got a laugh from we office-dwellers, a laugh that extinguished much of the exhaustion from a lot of faces. I stepped out onto the wide, busy sidewalk and glanced around me. The front doors spilled out onto a major intersection, and all around me bustled a humanity eager to get home to family and dinner. I only had the dinner part, but pizza awaited me.
Still, being among such a large crowd of my fellow humans was a bitter reminder of how normal my boring life was.
“Hey, Mir!” I glanced to my left. My friend from the office, Heather, waved to me. Beside her was a cute guy I’d seen in our office, a recent transfer from some other large company. My heart sank. “Over here, Mir!” I slapped a smile on my face and walked over to them. Heather turned to the guy and jerked her head toward me. “This is the sexy woman I’ve been telling you about, Blake.”
Blake looked me over. There was something dark about his eyes that I didn’t like. He held out his hand. “Nice to meet you.”
I shook the hand. His fingers were clammy like his skin didn’t quite fit. “Likewise, and don’t let Heather tell you about my bed life. It’s practically non-existent.”
Heather rolled her eyes. “Come on, do you both have to be so old-fashioned with the handshake? I’m trying to hook you up here.”
Blake laughed. “I don’t think this is going to work, Heth. She’s on to me.”