I'm at a bar trying to poison a mark like the professional I am when I see him.Straight from Tartarus, they say the shadow dragon called Legion has slayed entire armies single-handedly, and the intense way he looks at me suggests every rumor I've heard about him is true.I should be terrified. Instead, I'm drawn like a moth to a flame.The moment he touches me, everything changes.Suddenly, my skin is the poison. One touch is enough to kill a man, which is exactly what I do before I realize what Legion has done to me.I vow to make him pay.The pull I feel toward him is a beacon-or a leash-but he's not the easy mark I expected.To my utter horror, I go from hunter to captive.If I want to earn my freedom, I'll have to give him the one thing he demands: me. Heather Hildenbrand lives in coastal Virginia where she writes paranormal and urban fantasy romance with lots of kissing & killing. Her most frequent hobbies are truck camping with her goldendoodle, talking to her plants, and avoiding killer slugs.
You can find out more about Heather and her books at www.heatherhildenbrand.com.
