One dragon trainer.
 One used-to-be-friend who went and ruined everything, but now wants help saving the world.
 One not-so-stupid reason to work together. Again.

I like living in my Pinterest-worthy renovated cave. Alone.

Well, with my dragons.

But in busts (literally) Doug, my handsome dragon-slaying, ex-friend.

(Man, I wish he wasn't so handsome.)

And he wants to assist in training up more dragons to protect the human realm, because apparently some sort of "big bad" is coming.

Can we say dramatic much?

Except...I've been feeling that something is off in our realm, too.

And it's not good.

Maybe having a man with a sword in my remote bunker isn't such a bad thing. (Even if he is my frenemy.)

And yet...why does it have to be the reluctantly forgivable Doug with his gentle, protective ways? And why does he have to laugh at the same bits in the ridiculous romantasy novels I'm devouring?they're so horribly inaccurate. (But amusingly so.) And what am I supposed to do when he wants to recreate the 'clutch' covers with me during our downtime just to cheer me up? Or to test the physical logistics of some of the kissing scenes to see if they're possible? Maybe I can ask my fairy godmother to make him go away. Or stay. I haven't quite decided yet...

A slow-burn, closed-door rom-com with dragons, sweet heroes, magical realism, and a friends-to-almost-lovers to enemies, and then back to friends-to-lovers after that rocky stop in the land of frenemies. (This book also has limb-differences representation in the hunky hero.)