All I want is to save the library. But a greedy heiress and a grumpy dragon lawyer complicate everything. Especially when that dragon lawyer insists I'm his fated mate. Maybe this Halloween I'm going to do both the tricking and the treating? Harold Greaves promised ten years of funding to our little town library. I believed him right up until the will was read and everything went to his scheming niece instead. Now I’ve got a week to prove the new will is a fake… or lose the library forever. Enter Kraxon Ashbane: grumpy gorgeous and a dragon lawyer with something to prove. He’s the executor of Harold’s estate and the only person who seems to believe me. Sort of. When he’s not glaring over his glasses or scorching the room with his mood he’s helping me dig through decades of dusty archives and dodging questions about why his skin heats up every time we touch. We’re running out of time and I’m running out of reasons to pretend I don’t feel the pull betwee