Leaving my abusive ex seemed like the hardest thing I’d ever go through…until I learn I am carrying his baby. He is always on my tail. Discovering my new phone numbers. Parking his car outside my apartment. Trolling my social media. And I swore last night, I smelled his cheap cologne when I walked in from work. He cannot learn about the pregnancy. It could mean both our lives.
My parents are dead. My friends can’t protect me. I need some help. My ex was a bear shifter, and I knew that the only creature that could take him out was a dragon. Two dragons would be even better.
But dragons are possessive, and finding one who would take me as a mate while I carry another male’s baby would be a challenge. Two of them? Nearly impossible. The Mail-Order Matings app might be my only chance. And at this point? It’s find a dragon, or wait around for Killian to murder me.
