Betrayed by her people, does she dare trust a dragon?
The alien dragon shifters who discover Earth come in peace—at first. Then, inexplicably, they threaten to attack. In an attempt to show goodwill and appease the dragons, Earth sends a human woman to become a concubine to one of the Draconian king’s sons, Prince K’ev.
K’ev would sooner give up his ability to breathe fire than accept a human, but when he meets Rhianna, sparks fly, and his dragon realizes she’s his mate.
Rhianna falls for the hot-blooded prince, unaware she’s a key link in a desperate scheme to defeat the dragons, a strike that could backfire with devastating consequences. Will she figure out what Earth has planned in time to save her dragon mate? And if she does, will K’ev be able to save her planet from an angry king’s retaliation?
An excerpt from Under Fyre
“It’s very much a surprise to meet you.” He extended his hand in the traditional Earth greeting. Draconians didn’t shake hands, and he’d dive into the nearest icy river before he’d touch the imposter, but he felt the oddest urge to connect physically with Rhianna. When her hand touched his, he pulled her close and scrutinized her face. Against her pale, smooth skin, her red hair shone, although it wasn’t as fiery as he remembered. With a bold jut of her tiny chin, she lifted a frightened, but defiant gaze.
Her bravado amused him. A quick shift into dragon form and he could snap both of them in his powerful jaws before they took more than a couple of steps. But he wouldn’t. The imposter would taste terrible, and he had no desire to hurt Rhianna.
His dragon rebelled, trying to shift so it could enfold her in his wings and protect her from the imposter’s machinations.
My mate. Mine. His dragon rumbled.
K’ev jerked and dropped her hand.
A human could not be a mate. A concubine with whom one could slake one’s lust, perhaps…but an eternal mate? Never. Everything about taking a consort stank like the female spies themselves—well, like one of them. Rhianna smelled—
Delectable, the dragon purred. My mate. Mine.
If it were his decision, he’d throw both females off the ship, but the king would clip his wings for sure if he returned without a consort. He had to bring home a female. Draco had been promised the president’s daughter. So, why not play along and see where this led?