Jet Darrow likes her men the same way she likes her dragons: fictional.

After thirty years of overachieving with nothing to show for it, Jet was content to lose herself between the pages of a slow-burn romance and meet corporate expectations. Then a dying dragon crashes her quiet Boulder hike. She saves it with nothing but her spandex jacket and a bear-spray hand grenade, trapping herself and the pretentious creature into an impossible bond that warps her burnout into disobedient dark power.

Turns out the legends on Jet's shelves aren't just real. They're her neighbors. And they're at war with a hunter who knows exactly how to get inside her head. Armed with a strat comms degree and extensive knowledge of fantasy tropes, Jet is determined to figure out how she ended up in this modern mess of a myth before her next panic attack turns her into a walking nuke. And she'll have to do it bonded to a PR nightmare of a dragon while navigating its petty blood feud with a nation whose ruthless commander’s light is the only power that can contain her darkness.

But when the hunter frames Jet as the real threat — endangering the alliance she's built with the commander she absolutely shouldn't be thinking about kissing — she has to decide if she's ready to take on his demons and take back her narrative. Because if she can't, she won't just lose everything she's failed into loving. She'll prove him right.