Her Dragon King (Her Dragon King Duet 2)

So Theodora checked her gut to make sure she wasn’t lying before turning in the front passenger seat to answer, “I’m good actually. I feel like this whole romance novelist thing has given me a new lease on life. Like I’ve finally gotten a win out of this crappy year.”

“Yeah, Owner of His Heart was hot,” Brian, who was also sitting in the second row on the other side of his and Monique’s daughter, gave Theodora a double thumbs up.

“Thanks, Brian,” Theodora said, laughing. Monique’s large white husband wasn’t exactly in her target market. But he was the only one she knew in real life who’d actually read the romance novel she decided to publish to Kindle in November, and she appreciated his enthusiasm.

“Do you think you’ll write another one?” Monique asked.

“Yeah, I actually received this crazy idea about, like, a Russian dude whose college girlfriend breaks up with him out of the blue and he’s all bitter. But then he runs into her years later and I’m not sure people will like it, but I hope so.”

Theodora rolled her eyes at herself, self-consciousness eating her alive. As usual, her elevator pitch left a lot to be desired. She didn’t even get a “that sounds hot” from Brian.

“But the thing is, that’s all I have,” she confessed to Monique. “I don’t know what I’m going to write after that. How about you? What do you think is hot? I’m looking for ideas.”

“Ooh, I loved Thor. Whatshisname was so hot.”

Theodora frowned. “Enhhh, I don’t really get the appeal of that guy. And I can’t really see myself going from contemporary romance to—what would that even be? Like Norse gods? Vikings maybe? Whatever it is, I don’t really want to deal with history stuff. I heard historical romance readers could be so mean…”

FENRIS

“This is it!” Clarence told Fenris and Chloe. “You two crazy kids ready?”

“I am,” Chloe answered.

They’d been given bodies somehow, and she grabbed onto Fenris’ hand as they looked down at the author swirling beneath them.

“So am I,” Fenris said, squeezing his mate’s hand.

“Alright, then 1, 2, 3…Jump!”

Neither Fenris nor his mate hesitated.

They jumped into the swirled ether of the author’s head, both knowing…

This wasn’t the end.

Their lives…their story…had only just begun.

THEODORA

“No, I couldn’t possibly write about—”

Theodora cut off, blinking when a story idea suddenly downloaded into her head.

“Okay, I don’t want to write about Thor, but how about, like, a time-traveling Viking werewolf?” she suddenly asked Monique. “That sounds cool, right?”

Monique laughed. “A time-traveling Viking werewolf?” she repeated, shaking her head. “Girl, where do you come up with this stuff.”

Theodora shook her own head. “I don’t know. I really don’t know.”

But on that sunny winter’s day, this idea…

This story….

It felt like a gift.