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    Tipping the Scales: Tipping the Scales, #1
    Tipping the Scales: Tipping the Scales, #1
    Tipping the Scales: Tipping the Scales, #1
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    Tipping the Scales: Tipping the Scales, #1

    By Mandy M. Roth

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    Part of the Stop Dragon My Heart Around World.

    Dragon shifter Zarek Dracodomus has one slight problem--he needs to mate by the end of the year or his dragon clan curse will have the last laugh. When a headstrong seductress manages to turn the tables on the immortal playboy Zarek finds himself racing to beat time. Little does he know he's been caught by a woman sworn to kill him and all of his kind.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRaven Happy Hour LLC
    Release dateOct 2, 2019
    ISBN9781393077855
    Tipping the Scales: Tipping the Scales, #1
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    Mandy M. Roth

    Mandy M. Roth grew up fascinated by creatures that go bump in the night. From the very beginning, she showed signs of creativity-writing, painting, telling scary stories that left her little brother afraid to come out from under his bed. Combining her creativity with her passion for the paranormal has left her banging on the keyboard into the wee hours of the night. Her books have won numerous awards, including an RT nomination for Best Paranormal Erotic. Mandy lives on the shores of Lake Erie with her husband, their three boys and a boxer pup named Hercules. When Mandy is not writing, she's doing cover art for various places with a super double secret brush name. She also cohosts a live talk radio show, Raven Radio, which was recently mentioned in RT Book Reviews, and she has given several marketing workshops for authors. She has a bachelor of science degree and is currently working on her master's degree in marketing. To learn more about Mandy send an email to mandy@mandyroth.com.

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      Tipping the Scales - Mandy M. Roth

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      Zarek of the Dracodomus stared out into the night. A blanket of darkness lay not only over the city of Pittsburgh but also over his heart, doing its best to protect it from the harsh reality of life and loneliness. Not one to be sentimental, he hated the way he’d felt as of late. Hated feeling, period. It was easier to exist if he remained numb to the world around him. Dwelling on traditions and curses that he was powerless to change only left him sinking into a depressive abyss—a path he refused to take.

      He sighed, letting the cool early summer breeze wrap around him. It held the scents of modern society, pollution, and other unnatural odors. He missed the days of smelling only the country air, the freshness, the sight of roses in the wild, and miles upon miles of untouched, undeveloped land; the freedom to come and go as he wished and to do so in an environment that seemed to thrive with nature. So much had changed.

      Time goes on, whether I am prepared or not.

      Zarek’s body naturally matched the exterior temperature as it always did in shifted form. While not cold-blooded, he still possessed the skills needed to vary his core temperature. Zarek could also slow his metabolism in shifted, dragon form. It made it possible to hibernate for extended periods, and considering the fact that he was immortal, years passed in the blink of an eye. Sleeping them away sounded better and better.

      Yawning, he took in the night air in hopes it would rejuvenate him. It did little more than nauseate him.

      Humans.

      No part of Zarek felt up to facing what would prove to be defeat again. The one was nothing more than a myth. A needle in a haystack of beauties just waiting to be fucked by him. Seeking out a woman had never seemed like a chore before, yet now it did.

      If it wasn’t for the fact he needed to mate or risk being impotent, then Zarek would have never even entertained the idea of finding a woman to call his own. There were so many to choose from. The idea of bedding the same one for eternity knotted his stomach. Variety was the spice of life, at least when it came to the bedroom. Sure, he’d had almost six centuries to fuck his fill, and he did, but never once had he come across a woman he’d wish to call his own—the one. He doubted very much he ever would.

      The selection process involved in finding a mate was difficult. Not just any woman would do. No. He needed to find someone who was not only compatible with him sexually, but also the one who’d supposedly been selected for him long ago by forces he had neither seen nor truly believed in anymore. Once, in the earlier years of his somewhat jaded life, Zarek not only believed the stories passed down from Dracodomus, he’d been responsible for passing a few himself. His younger brother by a minute, Viktor, had often looked to him for advice. Why, he wasn’t entirely sure.

      Zarek no longer bought into the idea of soul mates. Living as long as he had didn’t leave him much hope in that department. The notion of a ticking clock, counting off the time until he entered his six-hundredth year on this Earth was surreal. Immortality for him, while a gift by all outward appearances, came at a heavy price. A limited number of years to find the one—his soul mate—or risk impotence, or at best, still be able to have sex but never be able to father children of his own.

      You’re too old to run around with false hopes. Might as well prepare for the inevitable. In a few short months you’re going to lose the ability have sex.

      Talking to himself was surely a sign of madness. Though, if that were the case, he’d long since snapped. Solitary by nature, his species of dragon shifters, the Dracodomus, weren’t known for sitting about having long, overdrawn heart-to-hearts. Perhaps that had something to do with why they were so close to extinction. They seemed to have issues settling down and committing as well. Hell, they had to have it forced upon them.

      Not wanting to think on depressing matters any further, Zarek spread his golden, webbed wings, letting them stretch wide, each extending out far and wide. The reach of his wings was impressive, but not unheard of among his species. His brother’s span was equally as large and equally as stubborn on selecting a mate. Since they shared a womb, they also shared a birthday. If at least one of them didn’t find a mate, the Dracodomus line would end soon. A fate none wanted to see come to fruition. It wasn’t as if his cousins were any closer to mating, and they were as old as Zarek and Viktor.

      In all likelihood, we are the last of our kind.

      Puffing a cloud of smoke through his nostrils, Zarek felt the stirrings of need in his loins. Shifting slowly into his base form—a human—he stared down the length of his naked body. Already his cock stood at attention, demanding release, as if it knew its days were numbered. The need to bury it deep within a warm, tight cunt was overwhelming. He fisted it, the urge to come so great that he knew he could not risk flying until he found some sort of release.

      In today’s day and age, he had to remain vigilant, flying below the radar or sustaining enough of his natural magik to cloak his presence from air traffic controllers. He had learned the hard way some fifteen years earlier that the government could and would send fighter pilots if they picked up on something the size of him in full dragon form flying at top speed. He could heal a great many things. A missile through the heart was not one of them.

      He shuddered, thinking about his narrow escape. Never again.

      Humans of long ago hunted his kind to the brink of extinction, and they had lacked the use of strategic warfare. They were gifted by the Fae too, but having the ability to wield limited amounts of magik or additional strength was not always an assurance they could prevail over a dragon. The knights had come, seeking fame and glory by slaying the fire-breathing dragons. Many succeeded. Equally as many failed. One line of slayers in particular proved to be a thorn in Zarek’s eternal side—the Brandts, a German family

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