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. Iāve earned a hearty celebration and then some. Iām gonna party down at Sharmayneās 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 Traitorās 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 Iām 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 Sharmayneās oughta leave me loose and ready to finally take advantage of all the dragon shifter Rhett and the vampire Zeke keep trying to offer meāevery damn day, all day long...and into the night. Their looks are heated enough that if all the power inside me werenāt already threatening to give me a good cookinā, their constant seduction would. Those men could sell heat to a roasting fire.
But trust me, what theyāre sellinā, Iām lookinā to buy. They say Iām their mate? Their queen? Well, bring it on. Iām wearing my favorite dancinā boots.
Of course, just when Iām starting to get hot and heavy with my two guys, a knock on the door upends my worldāyet again.
Well, at least, I aināt complaininā none. Not one tiny, little bit. Not with whoās on the other side of my door.
Not till the sky starts falling, anyhow...