I ran when the dragons attacked, only to end up in a bad place. So I tried to run again. This time, I somehow ended up dumped on the shores of the Dragon Isles, with no memory of how I got there, and only the word of an angry but handsome dragon-man to say that I volunteered. As if. I can't leave, but I can't stay. The dragons ruined my life once before. I won't let this one do it again. No matter how much my stomach ties itself into knots when he comes near.
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Riley is one of those early-morning people you love to hate, because she swears she doesn't need caffeine, even though the coffee-maker is connected to her smartphone. She lives in a three-story townhouse by the good graces of a tabby-cat who rules the house, the couch, the table, well, basically everywhere. When she's not groveling for forgiveness for neglecting to pet her kitty enough, Riley is strapped in to her writing chair coming up with crazy worlds where she can make her own decisions of when feeding time is and how much coffee can be drank without her friends—of which she has three—holding yet another intervention that they threaten to post on the internet. Sign up for her newsletter here: https://my.sendinblue.com/users/subsc... Or email her: riley@highhousepress.com
