Two worlds collide when one wounded dragon makes the wrong wish at exactly the right time.
A magic bottle. A drunken wish. One very surprised dragon.
Kor T’Simmi has spent years living on the edge of civilization. Scarred by war and haunted by the past, he prefers isolation to the risk of caring for anyone again.
Meadow Lark has never met a mystery she didn’t want to poke. Life in Magic, New Mexico is already strange enough, but her curiosity and love of adventure are about to carry her far beyond anything even her magical hometown could prepare her for.
A bottle of alien whiskey, one reckless night, and a wish made in the wrong—or perhaps exactly right—moment change everything.
Kor wakes to find a woman in his bed claiming he bought her, which means he is stuck with her until he can set her free.
There is only one problem.
Meadow isn’t just trouble.
She is his true mate.
And once Kor realizes it, letting her go may be the one thing this battle-scarred dragon can never do.
Two beloved worlds collide in a magical, romantic adventure filled with humor, heart, and one wish that changes everything.
“Here you go, Meadow,” Trulane said, reaching for the bottle.
Sylvia jerked the bottle out of Trulane’s reach and glared at her friend. “What do you think you are doing?”
Trulane frowned and motioned to the bottle. “We have to let her out. We can’t just leave her in there. It’s the fall break. No one may come back for days.”
“So who cares? I think it might do the little DGB good to stew for a while,” Sylvia said with a snicker. “This is better than making a potion and turning her into a hag.”
Trulane shook her head. “Sylvia, this is dangerous. You don’t play with stuff like this. I know you don’t like Meadow, but she doesn’t deserve this.”
“Oh, I think she does,” Sylvia murmured, her eyes gleaming with malicious delight. She peered through the glass at Meadow. “Weren’t you supposed to meet Dodge and Maverick at the game tonight? I think they might need some consoling when you stand them up.”
Fear coursed through Meadow. Not fear of Sylvia. Fear what Sylvia’s careless magic might unleash.
Old glass, older spells, and stupid witches were never a good combination.
She gritted her teeth as anger mixed with dread. So help her, she was going to hex Sylvia bald if she did anything reckless. She tumbled across the bottom when Sylvia shook the bottle again before the witch-with-a-capital-B placed it back on the table.
“Why don’t you take a little field trip?” Sylvia murmured. “I’m sure no one will miss you. I know I won’t.”
“Sylvia, you can’t—” Trulane squeaked when Sylvia raised her hand over the bottle.
Coming soon.
