Her Hacker Dragon: Her Biker Dragon, #4

By AJ Tipton

A talented hacker. A remarkable scientist. When their community is plagued with sudden deaths, can these two find the cause? 

Brilliant, transgender shifter Alec Harper is trying to atone for his dark past by dedicating his life to healing humans. When it appears his life-saving drug may actually be a life-taking drug, Alec must race to discover the truth before more innocents die. 

Vampire scientist Penelope O'Hara has been fascinated by all things supernatural for three hundred years. When Alec saves her from a sudden attack by dragon shifter goons, Penelope is pulled into a dangerous world of hackers, killers, and conspiracies. Logic tells her that the perils of being with someone from the Iron Claws is a bad idea, but her heart commands her to stay.

Her Hacker Dragon is an adult paranormal romance novella. If you like daring rescues, sexy science, and a nerdy romance that defies expectations, then you'll love the fourth installment of the sizzling Her Biker Dragon series. 

Buy Her Hacker Dragon to nerd out today!

The HER BIKER DRAGON books may each be read as standalones. However, you may find they are best enjoyed in the following order: 

1 Her Valiant Dragon 
2 Her Delicious Dragon 
3 Her Rock Star Dragon 
4 Her Hacker Dragon 
5 Her Alpha Dragon

• Language: English
• Publisher: Savvy Storytelling, LLC
• Release date: Aug 26, 2016
• ISBN: 9781536567816

AJ Tipton

AJ Tipton is a writing team: Annie and Jess (Get it? "AJ"). Based in Brooklyn with the greatest dog in the world as our mascot, we love to create fun romances that astound, amuse and arouse. Our romances are steamy and paranormal, with strong heroes saving the day through extraordinary adventures.   Check out our FREE novella, Coaching the Bear, for a taste of what our magical worlds have to offer! We are huge proponents of informed consent, and love to wind cheeky pop culture references into our works. Let us know which ones you catch!  Please say hello! You can get in touch with us through: Email: [e-mail] Facebook: www.facebook.com/AJTiptonAuthor Twitter: twitter.com/AJTiptonAuthor Blog: ajtiptonauthor.wordpress.com  

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Her Hacker Dragon

Her Hacker Dragon

A Dragon Shifter & Vampire Romance

AJ Tipton

Illustrated by

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Copyright © 2017 by AJ Tipton

All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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This book is for sale to adult audiences only. It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers. All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

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This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places and incidents appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is purely coincidental.

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Dedicated to the transgender community, written with love and respect by two cis women who tried their best.

Two dragon shifters had been following Dr. Penelope O’Hara for blocks. She pulled up the collar of her jacket to hide her vulnerable vampire skin from the sun and ducked under a barbershop’s awning.

Penelope prayed to every god she could think of that she was just being paranoid.

She held her breath as the two heavily-built men continued past her. Three steps. Four. The dragon shifters stopped and turned to talk to each other, one pointing at something on the opposite side of the street while the other just stared at her with his beady eyes.

Fuck me with a fairy wand, Penelope cursed to herself. What could they want with her? She ran through a quick mental list of the research she was conducting back in her lab. Not a single experiment would impact dragons.

So why the tail? She wondered.

If dragon shifters were after her, she needed somebody to get her the fuck out of here. Fast. She scrolled through the contacts list on her phone and sighed. It was dishearteningly barren. Her family had been dead for centuries now, and the rest of the vampire community tended to think anyone who didn’t go clubbing for blood orgies every night was contagiously weird. Penelope tapped on her lab assistant, Bog’s, number.

Sorry, I’m not here right now, Bog’s distracted voice sounded after a few rings. I’m probably asleep. Or working. Or eating. You don’t know. I don’t know. But I don’t check my voicemail, so if you want to talk to me, just send me an email. But I don’t check that very often either. So I’ll see you at work tomorrow.

Penelope tried calling again, but Bog still didn’t pick up.

I need to make more friends. Penelope stuffed her phone back in her bag and assessed. The sun was blazing strong, sapping Penelope’s vampiric strength enough that a bunny shifter could probably take her out, let alone two dragons. There were no cabs around, and the closest bus stop was miles away. Most of the shops were closed or closing, and the lab was too far to make it on foot before the dragons would be on top of her.

One of the shifters started to stalk toward her and Penelope tried to casually move away from him, just as a beam of sunlight burst from the clouds. It hit her on the cheek and Penelope gasped from the pain of it. The ray hit the entire side of her face, and she could smell the burning flesh.

Stupid son-of-a-harpy sun. She hastily started moving down the street, pulling out the small vial of blood she always kept with her in case of injury.

She flipped open the cap and downed the lukewarm liquid like a shot, trying to avoid the taste. As quickly as she drank it, she still caught the slight aftertaste of the blood’s source: female, human, kind and open-hearted, slightly bored, probably from waiting in a reception area before donating blood. Penelope pushed back the sensations--easier to do with a blood-bag source than directly from the vein--as she felt her cheek return to smooth, healthy skin. She patted down her jacket, confirming what she already knew: that was the only vial she’d packed that morning.

Fucking ball of fire in the sky dicking with me.

Penelope looked around, reviewing a mental map of the city between here and her apartment. There was a supernatural-friendly bar, AUDREY’S, a few blocks up. Penelope felt a fresh burst of energy as a plan formed. If she could get to the bar, there would be enough vampires, shifters, and whatnot there to keep the dragons busy until the sun set and she was strong enough to fight back.

Penelope tried to walk quicker, but the sun felt like a heavy weight against her shoulders. From the corner of her eye, she could see the two dragons moving quicker to keep pace. Of course they don’t mind the sun. Fuckers.

The dragon shifters looked like normal humans at first glance, perhaps a little taller and more muscular than most. One of them had a small cut on the back of his hand. The scent of his blood on the air told Penelope’s nose all she needed to know about him: male, dragon, angry, violent...and frightened? The last one was faint, but definitely there.

If it was night, they would have reason to be scared. Dragons and vampires were about equally matched in strength: her scale-piercing fangs opposite their flames meant that everyone tried to get along. Penelope didn’t need to glance at her watch to know there were a few hours until nightfall, and she would be back to full strength.

Hello, there. You’d sure be pretty if you smiled, a rough voice said from so close Penelope nearly stumbled. The shifter without the cut hand had gotten much closer than she’d expected--the fuckers could move a lot faster than her in the daylight--and was walking so near she could smell his blood through his skin: male, dragon, ready for a fight and desperate to prove himself to his superiors.

Thanks for the valuable life advice, she said, walking quicker. I’ll keep it in mind. There were just a few more blocks before she reached the bar, but fear twisted a knot in Penelope’s chest.

She glanced around. There were too many people around; humans and magical beings hurrying home after work or out to one of the restaurants a few blocks away. If they got into a brawl here, a lot of people could get hurt.

What if that’s their plan? Dragons weren’t famous for their subtlety, and