Kiss of a Dragon
Five hundred years is truly enough for a man like me. A monster. Yet a ten-thousand-year treaty will die with me, if I don’t spawn a dragonling to take my place. My two brothers are no use in this task. It falls to me, the eldest by a hair’s breadth, and yet, I cannot face the horror of another sealing. Another death. Another woman’s blood on my hands.
I only visited Crazy Carl’s Zoo that day as a joke. I certainly didn’t expect to walk away with a job. But Crazy Carl is gone, leaving dozens of tigers behind. His three sons need my help moving the animals to proper homes. And as ambitious as their plan is, the men themselves are even more enticing.