handle.I’d always thought one guy in bed was enough. Now I have four. All the extra
pleasure may be more than I bargained for…but it’s so good.
On top of that, the orestaia–the fertility stone–is completely inactive. Guess
who gets to figure out how to heal it? That’s right. Me.
My plan of action is a bit fuzzy. Actually, really fuzzy. All I know is I’m
supposed to head out to the red rocks and blue skies of Sedona to locate the
infamous Dragon Oracle.
And if I can’t find her? Well, then everyone gets screwed. My sister stays
sick. A sleazy oil tycoon keeps breathing fire down my neck. And pretty much
all dragon procreation ends.
All of my hopes and dreams for a baby and a family can go straight out the
window, too. See you later, dragon race.
I have to heal the orestaia. All of our futures are in my hands. No big deal.
bands from the 80s. When she’s not listening to Guns N’ Roses or writing, you
can find her wrangling dogs at the animal shelter, doing Zumba, or having
brunch. She loves happy hour with lots of wine and cheese, sexy historical
movies, and alpha males. She lives in Tucson, Arizona, with her husband and
their dire wolf dog.