Jet Darrow knows stories. She reads them. She spins them. And when a hidden world of real myths and legends comes crashing into hers, she finds herself trapped in her very own.

Except she’s not supposed to be the main character. She's a thirty-year-old burnout with a track record of failure. And the pretentious bitch of a dragon she’s now life-bonded to seems to only exist to remind her of that. Desperate to return to reality, Jet reaches for the books on her shelves for a way out. But they were never an escape.

They'd been preparing her for war.

The rival sky, earth, and sea realms are reluctantly united against Venator, a monster-summoning hunter who threatens them all. His one weakness? The chaotic darkness beneath Jet's skin that’s even more self-destructive than she is.

One man could tame those unruly shadows. But Rift Atlas, the light-wielding commander of the vengeful earth nation (and a walking reminder of why dangerous, brooding men belong in books), has every reason to want her dragon dead. A bloodthirst that now extends to Jet.

If she wants to save herself, Jet must become the heroine she's only ever read about. So she reaches for the one weapon she has left: the enemies-to-lovers trope she knows by heart. But when the ruthless commander starts to feel more than fictional, and she proves less immune than she thought, it won't just be a war she stands to lose.