Dragon’s Flame by Miranda Martin

Piercing hammers inside my skull remind me of last night’s binge. I wish someone would just knock me out and put me out of my misery.
Opening my eyes, I frown, looking around the unfamiliar cave.
If this isn’t my cave…
Swallowing thickly, I slowly turn to look down at the bed. Oh. Shit.
Arawn is fast asleep, his tanned, well-muscled form taking up more than half of the pallet.
OMG Fallon, what have you done? Exactly how much did I have to drink that this sounded like a good idea?
I try to slip away, leaving behind the gorgeous alien-dragon, but I’m not kidding anyone, including myself. I make my time-honored and traditional Walk of Shame.
Too bad the fiercely possessive and cocky Arawn isn’t going to let me go that easy.