Note to self: You can't teach an old dragon new tricks... he likes to invent his own.
After half a century of chaos, my retirement from leading the Community of Species Government has been bliss. No more hellhounds playing pranks. No more snippy demons demanding my attention. No more cajoling money from the wealthy to support the community. Just peace while I avoid my overbearing father and try to work out what my next steps will be.
Although... maybe three years of peace is enough. It might even be starting to get... boring. In fact, an adolescent dragon crash-landing on my landlord's shed is just the kind of excitement I need-especially when he brings his species leader to my door.
Brandt. Wing leader of all dragons, suave, sexy, and... slightly unhinged. It doesn't take much for him to convince me to give up my solitude and spend some time getting to know him. It's hard to care about the future when I've got a dragon of my own to "play" with. Naked dragon rides for the win, right?
But Brandt's the leader of his people, on call for them all the time, and I've left that part of my life behind me. Plus my father insists I should fulfil my duty to the family by getting a nine-to-five job and "marrying well." That's not what I want, but riding herd on a group of beings who fly, breathe fire, and could literally crush me beneath their feet would be a huge challenge, especially since Brandt's kind of loose with rules.
It all comes down to how much I want my very own dragon ever after.
