Book 2 of West Coast Witches. See Kitty's Witch for book 1. Lucian was a bad, bad dragon. Kicked out of the Goddess' favor because of his vain, selfish, anti-social, jewel-hoarding nature, he found himself tied to the one thing he couldn't possibly resist - a witch so sparkly, she's almost blinding. He'd spent an entire year basking in the affection of the brightest witch in the whole of the West Coast, right up until that f*cking cat ruined everything by revealing their biggest secrets, and now he's lucky if he can get a single shimmery pout from his twinkling witch. Well. He's just about had it with her insistence on ignoring him. He was a two-tonne dragon. A freaking dragon. With fire and claws and Goddess-dammed spinal spikes for f*cksake. He was going to help her get her clumsy friend back, eat the silly elf that took her, and make her glitter for him until he couldn't see straight anymore. All that sparkle was his, dammit, and dragons don't share their jewels.

For years he was despised, loathed and hated. Those very emotions became him as he fled, vowing to never return and to be used as a spawn. But life has a funny way to put us in situations we despise, he had to return to the very thing he despised to carry out the duties which were rightfully his. She was taught to be a lady, one of status. Her sole purpose in life was to provide heirs for her future husband, nothing more, nothing less. And that is what she lived by, what she believed, until he came along....... He stirs feelings inside of her she never knew existed. She awakens feelings he thought he had buried long ago. Together, they discover each other. But old enemies are plotting. Could their beginning be their end?