Jet Darrow likes her men the same way she likes her dragons: fictional. When her clinical need for control lands the thirty-year-old in a life-bond with a dragon neither wanted, she reaches for the one relationship that’s never let her down: her romantasy novels. But it wasn’t an escape they offered this time. They’d been preparing her for war.

The bond has pulled her right to the front lines of a hidden conflict between three rival kingdoms and a hunter who steals power for sport. His monstrous army’s one weakness: the uncontrollable darkness under her skin that looks a lot like her own self-destructive tendencies. There’s one person who could tame those unruly shadows, but Rift Atlas is a walking reminder of why dangerous, brooding men belong in books. He’s got every reason to want her and her dragon dead, and zero desire to play a reluctant heroine’s therapist.

As her shadows grow more deadly and a dark prophecy comes to light, Jet realizes the hunter isn’t the only threat. She pulls the only weapon in her arsenal: the tropes she knows by heart. And she’ll start by charming the ruthless enemy into a training arc. Because if she can’t, she won’t just lose the only people who’ve seen her darkness and chosen to stay — she’ll destroy them all by herself.