Dragon shifter Rhys believes in what he can hold in his talons. A chef with his own restaurant, he is organized, practical, and distrusts surprises. When his firestorm sparks in the realm of Fae, he’s sure it’s an illusion created by the Dark Queen and a trap. Even though he wants a partner and family again more than anything else, Rhys isn’t going to be seduced by a fake destined mate—even if the kiss of that beautiful selkie melts his very soul and is one temptation he can’t resist...
Selkie Lila learned long ago that her independence is her most precious possession. But Rhys challenges everything she believes to be true about mortals—he defends her right to choose, even at his own peril, and that’s more seductive than Lila wants to admit. Is it just a trick to convince her to bear his son? Or is this Pyr warrior as honorable as he appears to be?
When an ancient and evil dragon prince joins forces with the Dark Queen to eliminate both the Pyr and the selkies, Rhys and Lila must work together to save their kinds—and each other. When they plunge into unknown realms with only each other to rely upon, will their combined abilities be enough to triumph—or will they have to surrender more for their unborn son and the chance of a future together?
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Paranormal / ShiftersThis is book three of the DragonFate novels, a series of paranormal romances featuring dragon shifter heroes and destined mates with powers of their own. Please do not offer for this book before making an offer on Maeve's Book of Beast (book one of the series) and Dragon's Kiss (book two of the series.) Thank you!
Rhys watched in astonishment as the portal opened in the wall of the bar called Bones. What he saw made no sense at all: never mind that the Pyr were in the company of vampires and a werewolf with attitude who wanted to make an alliance. Kristofer’s firestorm had ignited, his mate had vanished through a solid brick wall, then Kade had drawn a doorway on the wall and it had opened.
He wasn’t nearly drunk enough to be imagining things.
In fact, Rhys didn’t think it was possible to be drunk enough to have hallucinations like this. It must really be happening. There didn’t seem to be anything beyond the door that had opened in the wall, just darkness and the glow of Kristofer’s firestorm.
Kristofer was already heading for the doorway, a flame dancing on his fingertip. It was a beacon, leading him to his destined mate, and Rhys knew Kristofer would feel compelled to follow it.
Rhys would have hesitated and asked questions: he was the skeptic of the group of friends. Kristofer was the believer—but Rhys would have Kristofer’s back. Rhys wouldn’t have gone through that door voluntarily for himself, but he’d go without hesitation in support of a friend.
Alasdair had stepped back with caution, while Hadrian, also in his dragon form, was crossing the threshold right behind Kristofer. Kade was staring down at the stylus he’d used to make the doorway, as if he was astonished by its powers, too. Rhys heard Theo shout a warning in old-speak, but he had to stay with Kristofer.
There was no telling what they’d find on the other side.
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