I shouldn't be in heat for my enemy, but he's tall, dark, and demonic. I'm still a virgin, a dragon shifter who has never been courted by a male. The only men in my life want to murder me. Dragonslayers hunt me relentlessly, and I kill every last one of them. Until Rook invades my cave. Tall, dark, and demonic, Rook alone has the strength to defeat me. He chains me and collars me with magic, forcing me to shift into a woman. I'm vulnerable and at his mercy. Worse, he's an incubus who feeds upon lust, and I'm smoldering with barely restrained desire for my enemy. I refuse to confess the truth: I'm in heat, and soon, the urge to find a mate will become irresistible. I'm playing with fire. But I'm a dragon. I like fire. I want him. He needs me. How dangerous could one night with an incubus be?