His Promised Chaste Bride

Our gaze locks studying me like he's trying to piece something together.

My breath catches in my throat.

There's a deep, jagged scar that runs from beneath his left eye down to just under his ear. Instead of making him look rough, it only adds to his untamed, dangerous sex appeal.

My eyes drift lower, down to his neck.

A dragon tattoo.

The moment I see it, my body tenses.

He didn't flinch under my stare.

He is breathtaking-mysterious, dark, and dangerously sexy. Every inch of him radiates strength, from his broad shoulders to the way his muscles flex under his shirt.