A possessive dragon. A sexy thief. A job gone wrong...or did it?
Kelsey Rose wasn’t crazy. She was determined. A family heirloom was stolen years ago, and she was the perfect person to recover it. No job was too big for her, but this one was going to be a challenge for her. The only obstacle?
A dragon shifter.
Mythia Zinfina spent centuries protecting and growing her hoard. The powerful dragon shifter was patiently waiting for the day she would find her mate. Never did she expect the tiny slip of a woman breaking into her castle to be the one who was destined to be at her side for all eternity.
The second their eyes met, Mythia’s dragon determined she would never let Kelsey go.
If you love steamy, wlw paranormal romance tales with plenty of heat and action, then you will enjoy The Dragon and Her Thief. This story was intended for mature readers only.
“You’re crazy,” Jasper growled. “This is a suicide mission.”
Kelsey Rose raised her chin while resting her hands on her hips. She glanced around and saw the same incredulous look on everyone’s faces.
Kelsey wasn’t crazy.
Maybe a little stubborn and spontaneous, but she had all her marbles.
“It’s the only time I’ll be able to get in there and take back what rightfully belongs to my family.”
Jasper and Kelsey’s friendship dated back to when they were knee-high to a grasshopper. They had grown up on neighboring farms, and Jasper was the sibling she’d never had.
It was Friday, and as they always did to kick off their weekend, they met at the local hole-in-the-wall bar.
Frankie’s was the place they could drink until they were barely able to walk.
They had a crowd surrounding them at the bar. The small town of Saxon Hills, Montana, had less than ten thousand residents, human and supernatural. All non-humans, from vampires to shifters' existence, had been revealed in the early twentieth century.
Their town’s history dated back to the early nineteenth century, when Saxon Hills was settled. Kelsey’s great great—she forgot how many greats—grandfather helped start the town. It was something she was proud of, but no one cared about history in these parts anymore.
“And if you’re caught, you’ll be as good as dead.” Jasper slammed his empty mug on the counter. “Look, you may have dragon’s blood in you—”
“That doesn’t even count. I’m, like, one sixteenth on my mother’s father’s side,” Kelsey declared. One of her mother’s distant relatives mated with a dragon. Half of her children were shifters, the other human. But none of that mattered. What did matter was the mission she was planning.
Kevin, the town’s drunk, spun around on his stool and faced them. “He’s right.”
Kelsey rolled her eyes. Of course he wanted to chime in on the conversation.
“Kevin, not now. Please.” She held up a hand and shook her head as she took a seat on the stool next to Jasper.
“I may be a drunk, but I wasn’t always this way.” He let out a nasty belch. Kelsey grimaced and covered her nose with her hand. “She’s an evil one, and won’t hesitate to torture you and play with you like a toy. I’ve seen it with my own eyes.” Kevin’s gaze became unfocused, as if he was reliving some memory. Reaching out, he snagged his mug and brought the frosty beer to his lips.
He was referring to Mythia Zinfina, a powerful dragon shifter who had sworn to protect their town from evil. The billionaire had made her fortune over the centuries, getting rich off of her investments.
She resided in a castle in the mountains, rarely coming down to mingle with the common folk.
And that’s where she hid it, the Rose family medallion that was stolen from Kelsey’s family, and she was determined to retrieve it.
She grinned. “But I won’t get caught.”
Jasper rolled his eyes and signaled for the barkeep. “Yeah, you say that now. This will be a little different from when we were younger.” He leaned against the counter and focused his attention on her. A sigh escaped him, as he must have realized she was serious. “Okay. Even if you were able to get inside that monstrous castle, how are you going to get inside her vault? This is a dragon shifter you’re talking about. A very powerful one at that.”
She elbowed him playfully. “You let me worry about that.” A plan was slowly forming in her mind. “I just need a distraction, and I know you’re good for it.”
“Me?” he chirped, his eyebrows jerking up. The barkeep arrived, and he ordered them another round before turning his attention back to her. “Look, Kelsey, I love you like a sister, but I don’t know if I can risk it.”
“Really? What are you risking?” She blew out an exasperated breath. When did her friend turn soft? When they were teenagers, they were constantly in trouble with the sheriff, who was on a first-name basis with their parents.