The Dragon Thief

I'm called by many names. The savior, the thief, but I prefer my actual name—Diamond Sharpe.

My story should have started with my great-great-grandmother, but it doesn't. My grandmother, Monique, was a brave 18-year-old who saved a dragon and her three eggs, not knowing that the Jaded dragon was the Queen of dragons with incredible abilities. To reward Monique for risking her life to save three eggs from death, the Queen gifted her with two abilities that no other human had. The gift of sight is to see as one of her dragons at night, and the gift of mental communication is to speak to her and any other dragon in their form.
Now is where my story begins, and it's a fun rollercoaster ride as I unknowingly save the Queen's sons while sassing them because I was, well, I was bored. All three Princes don't want me, but they do want me, they want to control me, and they want to do many things to me-like make me Queen of the Dragons when they know I'm human and can't.
Who knew dragons could be so damn rude, possessive, territorial, and downright delicious. Not me, as they send me running while pulling me in like a wave simultaneously and being marked by them.
You know, I'm done telling you this. Just read my story because you won't be sorry with all the foul mouth language, the graphic tortures, how amazing dragon sex is, and how NOT fun it is to solve a mystery that is trying to kill me. So read my story, damn it!