Buffy meets
BridgertonThis dragon doesn't shift. Miss Gissele Chapman's dragon-slaying magic is growing weak.
Her life has always been chaotic, what with managing her secret slaying duties with her obligations as the daughter of a wealthy gentleman-hosting teas, attending balls, entertaining callers. But now, on top of everything, her magic is waning, and no one seems to know why.
No one, that is, except a frightfully mouthy, abominable dragon. She should simply kill him. After all, that it
is what a slayer does with dragons. But this dragon knows things. He describes her weaknesses perfectly, and he claims he's seen it before. He says it's simply what happens to slayers. Eventually, their magic unravels and they descend into madness and eventual death.
The dragon is obviously lying.
He's her enemy. He's a wretched, red-scaled winged beast who can't say a solitary sentence without insulting her.
Of course, there is the fact that he knows about her awful urges, which have risen as her magic has declined. The most obscene and salacious cravings grip her, and she is helpless against them.
But when he tells her the only way to save herself is to give in to those cravings and couple with him, well, then she's positive he's lying.
He's
enormous. A monster with teeth and claws. It wouldn't even work.
Would it?
This gaslamp fantasy romance features one very proper young lady doing a vast array of shocking things with a dragon, many of which involve the removal of her clothing. Some readers may find objectionable that the matter of consent is made murky by magical means, but they are to be assured that while some dubiousness is present, there is a certitude that these characters will find their way to an HEA as equals who respect each other. 
