The night I got pregnant, the rest of my life went to sh*t. First I woke up alone, the jerk not even willing to stick around. Then I got thrown in jail for a crime I didn't commit.

Now I've been 'volunteered' as tribute for the dragons. It was either that or spend my life in prison.

Of course, I didn't actually get to choose. The Fed's shipped me off against my protests.

Which is where I come face to face with the man who knocked me up. The man who is actually a dragon.

He wants to claim us both, to protect us, but I can tell he's making it up as he goes. After all, how can a man trained as an assassin, with hands covered in blood, make a good father?

Yet I have no choice but to trust him. Because that dark past is the only thing keeping our baby safe.