Stealing From the Dragons: Dragon Mates

By Lindsay Kat

Fox shifter Amy is desperate and on the run. She needs money – fast – and the best place to get some is from Roark and David, the two dragon shifters who once called her their Mate. Stealing from dragons is a stupid move. Stealing from dragons with alpha male issues and lots of guns was really stupid. But if they loved her once, she’s gotta hope there’s room in their hearts to save her one last time. More importantly, can she win their love again?

Lunch shorts, quick steamy reads to get you through the work day.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lindsay Kat
• Release date: Feb 2, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524232719

Lindsay Kat

Lover, reader and author of spicy dragon romances.

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Chapter One

When his ex-wife walked through the door, all legs and hormones, David knew he was a goner. His cameras and motion detectors had caught the fox shifter more than a half mile away from the main door. Not that Amy had bothered to use it. The woman slinked around, head weaving back and forth as she weaseled from one position to another.

My Amy.

Even to this own ears, her name came out as brittle and shattering glass, echoing off the lonely walls of a too big house. In the months since it’d been whispered here, his home had become an empty and dark space.

Worse, her name had morphed from his sweetest blessing to the greatest of curses. Each time those three little letters oozed from lips, it wielded pain and heartache.

It hadn’t always been that way. For the first weeks it’d been an invocation – a ragged plea to the unhearing night that she’d return to them. A plea unanswered until now.

David balled his blond hair atop his head and secured it there, needing a clear view of the woman who’d so changed his life. She was a rarity in the shifter world. A fox female. Their kind only bred them over few hundred years or so. He certainly hadn’t heard of any in this country recently. Yet, rather than be with her own kind, she’d claimed this place as her home. David had never asked of her past. It hadn’t mattered. There was simply the time before Amy and the time after her arrival.

She’d never brought it up either. A detail he hadn’t questioned until the day she ran away. Had she gone home? Did the probability of producing dragon offspring prove too distasteful? Perhaps she’d simply stopped loving them and retreated to the welcoming arms of her family.

A flash of movement snatched his attention back to the security screens.

The little thief – their little thief – bobbed and weaved from one half-assed hiding place to another, making her way around and through the maze of ash and oak trees near the rear entrance. His heart clenched when rays of fluorescent light illuminated her too pale face. Her moves were herky jerky, her hair stringy and her limbs far too thin. What the devil was going on?

Amy’s compact, yet muscled body usually moved like the lines of a rolling wave. Sensuous. Strong. Sure.

Not now. Something was wrong – something well beyond the whole thing of stealing from her the men who’d once worshipped her.

David bit back a curse at the rush of traitorous memories and reached for the unfinished bottle of liquor on the mahogany side table. As his fist unclenched, droplets of blood dotted his flesh on his palm.

Damn her.

Stealing set off a primal rage within his kind. Not at all what he needed when he confronted Amy. He took a long swig and then another. Didn’t help much. The rage