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MATING HER DRAGON!

MATING HER DRAGON is officially LIVE!

Sydney and Garrett have fought their way through awakening power, ancient enemies, a century of stolen time, and a Demon Lord who refuses to stay where he belongs.

Now there’s only one thing left to do.

Choose each other.

There’s just one tiny problem...

Completing their Mating may open a doorway straight to Hell.

Leviathan thinks he’s been waiting for exactly this moment.

He thinks the Bond will finally give him access to the Special One.

He’s about to discover the door swings both ways. 😈

If you’ve been waiting to see how Sydney and Garrett’s story ends, THIS IS IT.

The vows. The Mating. The Dragons. The road to Hell. And the HEA these two have fought so hard to earn. ❤️🐉

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The road to Hell starts with a door no one else can see...

“Can you close it?” Garrett asked.

Sydney studied the seam a long moment. “I think so.”

He hated that answer nearly as much as he'd hated probably.

“And if you're wrong?”

“Then we'll learn something.”

“That is not reassuring, Sydney.”

“I didn't say it would be.”

He asked the question that actually mattered. “Do you need to?”

Sydney looked at the damaged seam, at whatever was slowly working its way through it, and said, without hesitation, “Yes.”

This one was hers to touch. Not because she owned the boundary between Realms—nobody owned that—but because something was using a torn edge to reach through where it had no right to be.

She tried.

“Close,” Sydney said, quiet and certain.

The seam pulled together—a fraction, no more—and then was yanked back open with enough force that Sydney staggered half a step backward.

Something on the other side was resisting her.

“Abyss,” Han said.

One word.

That was all Garrett needed.

Whatever was pushing back from the other side of that seam belonged to Hell itself.

“Sydney…”

“I'm fine.”

She wasn't, not entirely.

The Realm itself pulled at her, trying to draw her forward into the gap.

She staggered.

Garrett caught her hand.

Her power didn't surge. There was no sudden flood of Magic passing between them. He wasn't a battery, wasn't a source she could draw from.

But the instant her fingers closed around his, Sydney steadied.

He wasn't giving her Magic.

He was giving her somewhere to stand.

“I've got you,” Garrett said.

Sydney turned back to the seam.

“Close.”

She didn't say it louder this time. Didn't strain. She simply spoke like a woman who knew, with absolute certainty, exactly where she belonged—and exactly what belonged on the other side of that line.

The seam slammed shut.

Then something hit the other side.

The whole boundary shuddered.

Something enormous, on the other side of that door, was furious.

A second impact.

The seam held.

A third began building.

Sydney stepped forward, planted her feet, and said simply—

“No.”

The entire boundary went absolutely still.

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