Dragons have fated mates, and Cai Wyvern is doing everything he can to make sure he never, ever meets his.
Cai, Duke Wyvern, absolutely, positively, definitely isn’t falling into a mating fever, and he’s made dang sure of that. He doesn’t trust his instincts, so he waits for women to come to him and dates them a few times at most. If he starts feeling any sort of a magic tingle, he leaps away from them faster than a dragon can fly.
He’s careful, so careful. He saw what happened to his father fall into dragon senescence when his mother left, and he’ll do anything to avoid dying like that.
But when he meets Ember Niamh, a gorgeous, funny, flirty witch who dabbles in the darker side of witchcraft, he thinks she’s great.
Really the greatest greatly great, ever.
A shiver fills his soul when he looks at her. A magic tingle crests over his skin when she touches him.
And the first time they met, he ended up on his knees with his head swimming so hard that he could barely remember his own name.
But he will do absolutely anything to keep from falling into mating fever.