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Kamii: My marriage ended tragically. Since then, the only excitement in my lonely, pathetic, workaholic life has been reading romance novels. However, I now have the chance to be whoever I want to be, where no one knows my past, and will never be my future. Preston: I like to bury my pain somewhere I can be anonymous, and still be faithful to my deceased wife's memory. There, I can give and receive pleasure, without any guilt or attachment. When their worlds collide, their anonymity offers protection from painful pasts, cunning schemes, and dangerous lies.

Politics is never simple when it comes to dragons. Neither is romance. My biological father anointed himself dragon king. Now that he found me, the cunning despot plans to groom me to expand his holdings before appointing me his heir. I’ll never accept the dragon king’s paper throne - but it’s within my power to answer for his sins and restore the magic he stole from others. My older half-brother wants me dead, his lover wants my blood for its life-extending properties, and they both want me to reveal the identity of the dragon king’s missing child.

1959. The long, hot summer bakes the sleepy, Southern town of Orchard Hill. Billy Ray Davenport, an aspiring physician and only son of an indomitable traveling minister, is a young man with a plan that starts with working in a small-town doctor’s office before he begins medical school in the fall. Handsome, principled, and keenly observant, he will lodge with the Millers, the local doctor’s family. But he never bargained for Lizzie Quinlan - a complex, kindred spirit who is beautiful and compassionate, yet scorned by the townsfolk.

Everybody says I look good on paper. I was adopted into the Winslow dragon clan, with their boatloads of status and wealth. I have loyal friends and a thriving surveillance business. And did I mention I’m built like a superhero? Only there’s so much more to my story. The truth is I’m damaged goods. I’m 29, and my dragon form is stuck in adolescence. I have no wings, I’m afraid to use my magic, and not even my best friend knows I’ve never had a lover.

Fletcher is the “World’s Worst Boyfriend” and I have the trophy to prove it—along with the consolation gift card I’ve already spent. Entering him into the anonymous contest was cathartic and eye opening. It’s obvious I need to end this farce of a relationship… so, I do. Too bad I’m still comparing every man I meet to Fletcher. Too bad I can’t get him out of my mind—or my house, for that matter, with the way he’s always stopping by to ‘fix’ something. And it’s especially too bad that I’m learning not everything is as it seems.