Burning for the Dragon: BBW Dragon Shifter Paranormal Romance (Fated Hearts Club Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

hairdo, she didn’t belong. If the general crowd
scented her inferiority, how quickly would that man have figured it out?
    She was decidedly ordinary and he was a freaking dragon.
What would they have in common, really?
    “I waited until the crowd started clearing back inside. I
didn’t see him at all, so I left. Vera was tongue deep with her date by that
time so she wasn’t going to miss me if I caught a cab.”
    Blanca cackled and slapped her knee. “That girl is crazy.
Are you going to track him down?”
    She shrugged and sighed. “I didn’t even get his name.
Sometimes it’s just not meant to be, you know. Oh, I’ve got a call. Hold that
thought.”
    She pressed a button on her line and answered with the
scripted greeting all the employees were forced to rattle off. With the rise of
the information age, the travel agency had turned into something closer
resembling a call center. Joan, the owner, hated it and still kept an office
set aside for any walk-in visitors that wanted to plan their travel in person.
    While she pulled up pricing for the called, she glanced over
the top of her monitor. Penelope’s eyes widened and she lost all coherent
thought for a moment. The voice in her headset repeated the question she failed
to hear.
    He stood in the small, couldn’t even call it a lobby,
space at the front of Sunrise Tomorrow.
    “Yes, we have great packages to Cancun this year.” She shook
herself back to the call at hand and tried not to stare when he flashed a
breathtaking smile in her direction.
    While the Fated Heart Club website didn’t list prices for
the shifters wanting access to the club’s attendees, Penelope mentally added
the cost up to RICH . The men and women at the event were dressed to
impress, and she doubted they all had best friends like Vera offering up wardrobes.
They were successful shifters, which was part of the draw for the humans.
    The man she joked with that night matched her impression. He
was dressed in a suit that screamed tailored to his body. The black of his
pants and jacket was only slightly darker than the black of his shirt and tie.
His hair, equally dark, hung in loose waves that brushed his shoulders. His
beard was trimmed to look fashionably unkempt.
    She wanted to hum with pleasure. Instead, she pressed her
thighs together and did her best to concentrate on her call.
    It went on. And on. And on. She never wanted to discuss
Cancun again by the time it finished up. She tossed her headset on the desk and
couldn’t even remember if she’d made the sale or not.
    He was there. He’d found her, somehow. Vera had
assured her that there would be no creepy stalkers like from other dating
sites. Their information would only be available to the pool of attendees, and
hidden away until they signed up for another event. But here he was.
    Stalking her.
    She couldn’t find it in her to be upset.
    “Penelope?”
    “Hi.” ‘Hi?’ ‘Hi’, really? She wanted to kick herself. Where
was the cool, confident woman she wanted to be in the face of a possible
stalker? ‘Hi’ wouldn’t scare him off.
    “Luca. de Rege.”
    He held out his hand, but she didn’t notice until he glanced
down at the space between them. Her cheeks flushed. She was too busy staring
into his beautiful eyes.
    “Penelope Minett. But you already knew that, didn’t you?”
She took his hand and was surprised at how warm he was. Dragon, she reminded
herself. He was probably warm all over. No need for an extra blanket in the
winter with him around.
    What the hell was she thinking? He’d drop her in a second.
    “I had to give up our half child for the information, but I
figured neither of us would care too much about that.”
    His voice stroked down her back and warmed her even more
than his hand. “Ah, well. Halfie wasn’t living much of a life in the attic
anyway.”
    “I was wondering if you’d care to join me for dinner
sometime.”
    She chewed her lip. The hateful side of her said to deny him
and go back