I wasn't supposed to fall in love with the enemy who killed my family.
We were at war. The dragons claimed we kidnapped their heir, and they wanted him back.
They were winning. Our tanks and guns didn't stand a chance.
Now they're willing to agree to a truce, but only if we provide them with mates.
My company says I've been given the 'honor' of being a dragon's conquest, but in reality, the b*stards want to silence me for what I know.
I should be using my newfound position to learn everything I can about the scaly jerks, including which one of them burned down my hometown, but there's just one problem:
The broad-shouldered, bicep-bulging, blue-eyed, no-nonsense, grumpy-gruff, smoke-show of a dragon… wants nothing to do with me either.
So now I've been rejected by two species, I'm stuck in the dragon kingdom, and my only hope to save the shaky cease-fire between us is to somehow seduce a dragon.
And it's only Monday.