Harith is a dragon-shifter with something to prove. As the son of a clan chieftain, he has an impressive family legacy to live up to and a driving need to make his father proud. When this leads to a rash confrontation with monstrous enemies, his life will be changed forever.
Nyssa seems to be nothing more than an ordinary peasant woman, but appearances can be deceiving. In truth, she is a fugitive, hiding from a barbaric clan of dragon-shifters who live in the northern wastes. Can she maintain her disguise, and if not, will her clansmen come to claim their own?
Harith and Nyssa cross paths in the winter forest. From the start, a fire is kindled between them, but their way is not clear. She lives with the constant fear of discovery, and he is betrothed to another. Can their love win through these obstacles, and what if the northern dragons attack? Will Harith be able to protect his home and loved ones?
“But you won’t come away with me, even for a little while?”
“Harith…I can’t. You have to accept that.”
He could hear pain in her voice and saw the glint of tears in her eyes.
“I’m sorry, Nyssa. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
He reached out, cupping her cheek gently in his hand, brushing away the first sliding teardrop with his thumb. He expected her to pull away, as Ayelet usually did, but she stepped closer, lifting her face to his. Her eyes shone like the silver surface of the lake.
Without thinking, drawn by the most natural impulse, Harith leaned down and kissed her. Her lips were full and soft, inviting more, promising bliss. He savored their texture, sliding his arm around her waist, pulling her near.
Heat surged through him, as her lips parted, and their tongues began to dance together. She melded herself to his shape, twining her hands in his hair, stroking the back of his neck. He could feel the warmth of her body, her breasts, her thighs, pressing against him.
It was like throwing a cask of oil onto a bonfire. Desire flamed in every cell. He had never wanted anything so badly. But she wasn’t his and never would be. It was dangerous to forget that fact.
Fighting for self-control, Harith made himself stop and back away. His crutch caught on a rock, and he stumbled, barely avoiding a fall. When he looked up, Nyssa’s eyes were as stormy as the northern sky.
“Don’t hurt yourself, getting away,” she snapped. “I won’t chase after you.”
“I don’t want to get away. I just—”
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