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“The shadows parted and a large head took shape, looming above her.
Her mouth fell open when she spied the silver scales covering the wide head of the dragon. She took in the slitted obsidian eyes that were trained on her and tried to scream, but no sound came out.
The head moved farther out of the darkness to reveal a row of dark silver tendrils at the base of his skull and disappearing into the shadows. More of those same dark silver tendrils surrounded his mouth, which parted to show her rows of very sharp white teeth.
She could swear he smiled, a growl rumbling through his chest.
Death was staring her right in the face.
And there was no escaping it.”
― Donna Grant Reilly, Dragon Fever

“As good as that dress looks on you, I want you out of it.”
― Donna Grant Reilly, Dragon Fever

“Asher," she begged.
His lips brushed her ear before he nipped the lobe. "I have a fever. It's for you, a ghràidh."
"You make me burn."
"Then we'll burn together.”
― Donna Grant, Dragon Fever

“i'm going to brand myself on you so that whenever you dress, wash, or even think of being with someone else, all you'll feel, see and want is me.”
― Donna Grant, Dragon Fever