Monsters of Air

A dragon is nothing without their rider.
Without them the powerful beats cannot breathe fire and protect us from the Fae scourge that continually invades our lands.

Being a rider was all I wanted; to be mated with a dragon, and to find a connection blessed by the Goddess. Then, I could leave the farm, and have a life that didn’t involve milking cows or the over eager boy in town.

The morning I woke up with all color drained from my hair, I knew I had gotten my wish.
I was a rider. 

I should have been excited; but it turns out that being a rider came with secrets, secrets that left me alone in the wilderness, with a whole army on my heels.

I barely escape a bloodied attack to find myself locked with not one, but three of the powerful winged monsters.

They are on their way to the capital too, and are willing to take me with them… as long as I choose one of them to mate with.

Should be easy, picking between three super hot dragons that I feel inexplicably drawn to while trapped together in the wilderness and running from the Fae.

Yeah, this is going to be easy.
Nothing out of the ordinary will happen. Nothing.