Tropes: Obsessive hero, Touch her and die, Possessive romance, He doesn't understand his own feelings, Size difference, MC romance
Angel McNeil runs the only tattoo shop in Silver Hollow. Every Ironhorse MC member eventually sits in her chair. She notices details for a living — skin, lines, the way someone flinches before the needle hits. So she's the first person to notice that her things keep disappearing around Troy "King" King.
A pen left on the counter. A nitrile glove she tossed in his direction. The flannel she shrugged off because his welding shop runs too hot. He keeps all of it. By the time she puts it together, he has a drawer full of her belongings and no explanation that doesn't sound insane.
King is a dragon shifter. He held the Ironhorse clubhouse together when everyone else left and couldn't save it — a failure he carries like a scar he can't see. Dragons don't choose what they hoard. The compulsion is biological, and when his hoard instinct locks onto Angel instead of the club, he can't stop collecting her. Her scent on fabric. Her presence in his space. He doesn't notice until she tries to leave and his body won't let her walk out the door.
It looks like control from the outside. Angel left a controlling relationship to start over in Silver Hollow. She knows what a cage feels like. But this dragon isn't trapping her — he's the one who's trapped. She can walk away. He can't.
And the claiming ritual his species demands? It requires him to breathe fire onto her skin. If she's his true mate, it won't burn. If she's not, he scars her forever. For a man who already lost control of his fire once and hurt someone, that's not a risk. It's a nightmare.
Obsessive dragon romance where the monster collects his mate without realizing it. Dragon heat, possessive growling, and a claiming gamble with everything on the line. Standalone HEA.
Ironhorse MC: Forged, Not Born.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Angel McNeil runs the only tattoo shop in Silver Hollow. Every Ironhorse MC member eventually sits in her chair. She notices details for a living — skin, lines, the way someone flinches before the needle hits. So she's the first person to notice that her things keep disappearing around Troy "King" King.
A pen left on the counter. A nitrile glove she tossed in his direction. The flannel she shrugged off because his welding shop runs too hot. He keeps all of it. By the time she puts it together, he has a drawer full of her belongings and no explanation that doesn't sound insane.
King is a dragon shifter. He held the Ironhorse clubhouse together when everyone else left and couldn't save it — a failure he carries like a scar he can't see. Dragons don't choose what they hoard. The compulsion is biological, and when his hoard instinct locks onto Angel instead of the club, he can't stop collecting her. Her scent on fabric. Her presence in his space. He doesn't notice until she tries to leave and his body won't let her walk out the door.
It looks like control from the outside. Angel left a controlling relationship to start over in Silver Hollow. She knows what a cage feels like. But this dragon isn't trapping her — he's the one who's trapped. She can walk away. He can't.
And the claiming ritual his species demands? It requires him to breathe fire onto her skin. If she's his true mate, it won't burn. If she's not, he scars her forever. For a man who already lost control of his fire once and hurt someone, that's not a risk. It's a nightmare.
Obsessive dragon romance where the monster collects his mate without realizing it. Dragon heat, possessive growling, and a claiming gamble with everything on the line. Standalone HEA.
Ironhorse MC: Forged, Not Born.
Genre: Paranormal Romance