It's not always easy being a
female warrior with a nickname like Annwyl the Bloody. Men
tend to either cower in fear - a lot - or else salute. It's
true that Annwyl has a knack for decapitating legions of her
ruthless brother's soldiers without pausing for breath. But
just once it would be nice to be able to really talk to a
man, the way, she can talk to Fearghus the Destroyer.
Too bad that Fearghus is a dragon, of the large, scaly and
deadly type. With him, Annwyl feels safe - a far cry from
the feelings aroused by the hard-bodied, arrogant knight
Fearghus has arranged to help train her for battle. With her
days spent fighting a man who fill her with fierce, heady
desire, and her nights spent in the company of a magical
creature who could smite a village just by exhaling, Annwyl
is sure life couldn't get any stranger.
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