The Phoenix's Ashes: The Complete Series

My story started as all epic tales do; with the heroine—namely, me—naked and locked out of my hotel room.

That’s when I saw him. And my life would never be the same. Expensive suit. Deep rumbling voice. Long hair so perfect, I ached to see it tangled and dripping with sweat. But don’t get ahead of me, this story doesn’t lead to a happily ever after. As a Phoenix shifter, that kind of drab monotony isn’t my style. Not to mention he’s a king, and Grade A Mother F-er, who thinks drinking my blood is the key to eternal life.
Not exactly Prince Charming.

Still, even if he was, who wants to saddle themselves to one stallion when there are so many others to ride? With the swarm of dragon shifters suddenly in my life, I find myself in the mood for a little bareback... Self-control is definitely not my strong suit, but if I want to keep up on this fun little hobby of mine called being alive, I have to keep my hands off them. A task that seems impossible when I want more than anything to run my fingers through their hair. Over their lips. Down their abs. Up their thighs...
No! Must. Stay. Clothed.

Even when my “bristling mating instinct” indicates I have three mates instead of one, I battle against my more... playful impulses. But this game was over before it ever started.

I’m going to be so screwed.