She's the most dangerous being alive . . . and the only one I crave.



I feel her across realms. Through the vast emptiness of space, weaving among the stars. She is the Queen of Violets. Powerful, shrewd, defiant. Utterly exquisite. Feared among her own and pursued by all. She is the Dragon Queen.



I was an ordinary MI5 agent before being thrust into the world of Dragons Kings, Fae, Reapers, and magic. But it was a world I soon discovered I was bound to by blood from my Druid ancestors.



The instant we met, I was hers. Forever. I would have ripped the moon from the sky for her. I would have razed worlds. Then she deceived me.



Yet, I can't stop thinking about her. Craving her. She's in my very psyche, like a fever that burns through my veins like dragon fire. Scorching and eternal.



When I sense a malicious danger closing in around her, I defy every rule to get to her. My love. My queen.



Contains mature themes.