Supernatural Bonds, Book Nine

Nothing is more cherished than a mate, no treasure more valued or sought after than the perfect match. With a glance at Summer's picture, Jubal recognizes not only his intended, but a submissive whose body cries out for discipline. There's no question about claiming her, and when he spots her entering an exclusive BDSM club, he believes it's Fate. Summer can't get past the foyer without a master—and that master will be him.

At the sound of Jubal's voice, she knows he's the one, the man she's been searching for, the master who can demand her devotion. Any other time she'd gladly surrender her trust and her heart, as well as her body, but tonight it's an urgent task and not the search for pleasure that's brought her to the club.

She's been warned about dragons. And even believing Jubal might be just such a supernatural being doesn't lessen the ecstasy she experiences in his hands. His carnal discipline and heady torment satisfy her—even as they force her to choose between risking it all or not.