Mathonwy, Duke Draco, absolutely, positively, definitely isn’t falling into a mating fever for the new little witch, Bethany Aura, whom his company just hired to whip a new Las Vegas casino into shape. The casino is behind schedule, over budget, and a shambling mess of construction debris and dirt. Angel investors are arriving in a month, and someone in the finance department is embezzling money.

But his eyes are changing color to flowing, molten gold, he keeps showing up to hang around Bethany, and he obsesses with buying diamonds and gold to drape all over her, as if she had been dipped in his hoard.

But Mathonwy has a job to do. He’s the CFO for Dragons Den, Inc., and he might be crowned the next king of New Wales, though he’s not particularly sure he wants that job. He’s six feet, six inches tall, ripped from flying instead of taking a plane, and on a dozen committees and boards in New Wales. He has a career. He has a position as a nobleman in his community. He’s too young to settle down with a fated mate.

Yet, as Bethany casts her glittery, sparkling spells and summons adorable, fluffy creatures to clean away the wreckage and arrange the furniture, Mathonwy watches.

He can’t take his eyes off of her.

But he isn’t falling into mating fever.

Dragons have fated mates, but Arawn Tiamat fell in love with a woman who isn’t his.

Arawn, Duke Tiamat, absolutely, positively, definitely isn’t falling into a mating fever, and that’s the problem. A year ago, Arawn met the most bewitching woman, Willow Sage, and they hit it off. Within six months, they’d moved in together.

And six months after that, Arawn still was showing no signs of mating fever.

He didn’t tell her he was a dragon shifter, of course. Natural people have such strong reactions to learning about the hidden supernatural world, so supernatural people don’t admit anything unless they’re engaged.

And they weren’t engaged because, obviously, Willow wasn’t Arawn’s fated mate.

So, on the advice of everyone, Arawn broke it off and broke both their hearts. His fated mate was waiting for him somewhere, and when she walked into his life, he would be helpless to resist the mating fever anyway.

But now, Arawn has been blackmailed into returning to Las Vegas to take over the soft opening of the Dragon’s Den Casino. When he walks into the Human Resources division to meet the new witch who’s going to take care of the sickly sea serpents in the fountain out in front of the casino, it’s Willow Sage.

Willow Sage, the love of his life but not his fated mate, and she’s a witch.

They try to work together to care for the sickly serpents, but their attraction and lingering love is just too strong. Within hours, he wants to spend time with her. Within weeks, he’s hopelessly in love with her again.

But he isn’t falling into mating fever.

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 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.