One woman. Four dominant dragon lords who possess her completely. An enemy that threatens an Empire.
I am Lady Lyla of Fra'hir— a Fire Bride of the Drakoryan Empire. As a village maiden I was snatched from the ledge above my village as my weeping mother watched. The villagers thought my life is over, but it is not. I am a Fire Bride, mated and bonded to the four powerful dragon lords of House Fra'hir, and I am adjusting to my new life as their lady.
My powerful mates ask little more of me than to focus on running the household and pleasing their insatiable sexual appetites. When I worry of the coming war, they tell me that is no concern for a woman, and distract me by claiming me with a skill that leaves me begging for more.
I know my lords seek to shield me from an awful reality, but when I learn that human villages are coming under attack by the enemy ShadowFell dragons, the protectiveness of my mates threatens our bond.
I was never supposed to return to the village, but I have not forgotten who I am. I have not forgotten where I came from, and not even an army of dragon lords can stop me from saving those I love.
