Can he embrace the beast within?
I’m a monster. That’s what Brandon thinks when he flees the medical institute that changed him. Living a normal life isn’t in the cards for him because, while he can hide his scaly skin, his wings are hard to miss. So he runs and lives in the shadows where monsters belong. What he didn’t expect to find were others just like him, and they call themselves dragons. Or so Aimi tells him when she pins him to the ground.
Seriously, though, dragons?
He doesn’t want to believe, but the evidence is mounting. Not helping his resolve is the fact that the woman with the silver hair doesn’t fear the monster and wants to claim him.
However, before he can think of his own happiness, he has to rescue his little sister. Uncle Theo kidnapped her, and Brandon will do anything to get her back, even if he must embrace the monster within to become the dragon.
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EXCERPT (Longer Excerpt at InstaFreebie):
A whisper of sound alerted him to the fact that he shared the rooftop. He whirled and couldn’t help but stare at the woman who stood behind him—willowy-shaped, with long hair the color of moonlight, and eyes even stranger than his own. She canted her head to the side, perusing him.
It fascinated him that, even though she looked fully upon him, his features glaringly evident in the neon light of the sign overhead, she didn’t run. She didn’t scream. Inhaling deeply, she tilted her head back, revealing the smooth column of her throat.
Kill her now before she calls for help.
It would only take one bite of that smooth column. One bone-crunching chomp.
He shook his head. No. He wouldn’t kill her, even if all his senses screamed that she meant danger.
Dangerous, how? All he could see was her fragile beauty—
The impact slammed him to the ground. The air oomphed out of him as her lithe figure landed atop him with more force and weight than expected. A hand, a strong hand tipped in opalescent claws, dug into his throat. Her eyes stared down at him, the orbs slitted and burning with green fire. Her almost pure-white hair lifted and danced around her head.
She was fucking hot. And on top of him, very much on top of him, and a part of him that hadn’t played with anything other than his hand since the change stirred with interest.
“What’s this roaming my city? A male, both unmarked and unclaimed,” she whispered, dipping down low. “I should take you right now.”
Perhaps she should. A certain part of him certainly thought so, and it didn’t help that she squirmed atop him.
The fingers around his throat squeezed, yet no panic infused him. If he was meant to die, then so be it. He tired of hiding. He was also curious.
Who is ssshe? Even his dark half took interest. It still thought she was dangerous, but neither man nor beast could deny her allure.
Her lips hovered devastatingly close, the heat of her breath warming his skin. “How did you come here? Tell me your name.”
A name? What name should he give her? The one he’d started in the world with no longer seemed to fit. He was more than just a simple Brandon and, at the same time, less than the naïve man he used to be.
“My name is…” Ace? No, he wouldn’t use Ace either. That was Andrew’s rude misnomer, the other madman involved in the genetic experiments at Bittech.
What did that leave?
“I am no one, and I come from…” Don’t spread your taint to a town already devastated. “Nowhere. Who are you? What are you?” Because she smelled like him, but…different.
Very yummy. As in he wanted to lick her from head to toe yummy.
“What do you mean, what am I?” Her brow crinkled. “I am the same thing you are.” Her shoulders drew back, her head tilted imperially, and for a moment, shadowy wings glistened silver at her back. “We are dragon.”
At her serious claim, he gaped then snorted before he outright laughed.