Playing with Fire: The Dragon's Trophy

Seeking a challenge, Neve - a young thief with a passion for danger, sneaks into a dragon's den. She seeks a trophy - a treasure that will bring her glory, fame and riches. What she finds is something else entirely.

Neve is captured by the dragon, Sabras - who in human form is decidedly sexy. Both angered by the thief and taken by her beauty, he decides that he will have his way with her, and she will bear his child.

But once-unwilling Neve soon finds herself developing feelings for mysterious Sabras, and wanting more...

This 9000 word erotic romance contains explicit, reluctant and rough sex with a dragon shifter, with breeding themes.


An Excerpt From the Book:

"What do you want with me?" She asked, her voice barely rising above a whisper. "If you're going to kill me, please just get it over with."

The dragon-man came closer. She could feel heat radiating off his skin as soon as he stood before her. He said nothing for a long while, and eventually curiosity got the better of her and Neve looked up at him.

"Do you know how long it has been since someone had the nerve to steal from me?" He asked. His voice was deep and hoarse, and inhuman. He spoke with precise diction, as though
speaking a foreign language and trying hard to make himself understood.

Neve considered pleading ignorance - that she hadn't meant to steal, she had just stumbled on this cave and was seduced by its treasure. But she quickly dismissed the idea. Dragons were known to be exceptionally clever. Trying to trick him would get her nowhere, except maybe fried more quickly.

"I'm sorry." Neve said, in her most innocent voice.

To her surprise the dragon laughed. "Of course you are." He purred, lifting one hand to cup her chin and tilt her head. "You got caught."

At his touch, the girl felt a surge of something electric run through her. She closed her mouth, pressing her lips together and swallowing hard. His eyes were searching hers, his handsome face calm and still.

"Please let me go." She said.

As she watched, a slow, wicked smile spread over his face. "No." He said. "I think I'll keep you."