In World War II, the Allied forces’ bombing of Naples, Italy, caused the eruption of Mt. Vesuvius. This wakens the Great Dragon Vesuvaraeon and returns magic to the world. Over the decades, more dragons woke from their slumber to reclaim their territory and protect their people. The last occurred on May 18, 1980, when an eruption at Mt. St. Helens signalled the awakening of Matron Ēlēlouwala, the Great Dragon of North America.
Over forty years have passed since that awakening, and not all are happy with the changes. Trouble stirs in the Deep South as prejudices rise and human-only groups turn militant, but the magic touched aren’t without a champion. The Agency for the Supervision and Regulation of Magic protects the magical community and polices it when the need arises.
And sometimes, they find love where it’s least expected.
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Michaela knows well the prejudices of her neighbors. As the subject of more than her share of harassment, she’s learned to ignore the grafitti and keep her head down. She doesn’t need the attention of the Agency, the magical community’s enforcement organization. When she receives a crate of military-grade weapons, she no longer has a choice.
They send Connal Pierce.
With his midnight scales and spectral wings, Agent Pierce is every inch a child of dragons. His sensitivity to magic threatens to expose her secrets, while his honor challenges everything she’s been taught to fear.
Fear and desire collide when a devastating act of violence sends them racing across the country to stop a war humanity cannot win. Michaela must push her magic to its limits to save the powerful dragonkin she’s grown to love.
Even if it costs her everything.
Available Summer, 2025