She needed a man like she needed a dragon in her life.

You’re just a figment of my imagination. A fantasy?”“Yes.” He didn’t dare move.“Then why are you still wearing clothes?

Protector and destroyer were two sides of the same coin. Who knew which one would come out in a toss-up?

She jotted down the order, then forced herself to meet his gaze. "It's going to be a bit of a wait, we're short-staffed this morning." The following words rushed out of her. "And breakfast's on me.""Normally, I wouldn't protest," he said, leaning closer. "But in public, I'd prefer a plate."An image of Rukh, hair untied, licking whipped cream off her navel flashed through her mind, left her staring.

Soft woman and hard metal...unexpected & sexy as hell. Had she been real?

Should she slam his head into the bar or toss her beer on him? Damn shame to waste good beer.