NEW RELEASE | THE BOSS
FIRE’S EDGE #1
The hotter the fire, the deeper the burn.
Finn Conleth leads his team of enforcer dragon shifters with an iron fist and a cold heart. Every dragon seeks his destined mate, but the process to turn the woman he once thought was his killed her and devastated him. He will never risk his heart again. His team is his family now. When his body eventually gives out, he’ll leave, living his last days alone.
Delaney Hamilton moved across the country to escape the freak fires that plague her. But when another suspicious fire erupts and rapidly escalates around her, her hopes for a new life go up in smoke. She has no choice but to turn to the mysterious men who come to her aid.
Finn knows the fire is dragon-caused, which puts Delaney’s problems directly in his jurisdiction. No matter how her wounded grey eyes call to every part of him, he refuses to risk her life in the mating process.
Until another dragon threatens to claim Delaney for his own, and Finn has to sacrifice everything to keep her alive…
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✭✭✭✭✭ Abigail Owen is a rising star in paranormal romance! Her dragons are sexy, suspenseful, and smoking hot–an electrifying new series. ~NY Times Bestselling Author Alyssa Day
✭✭✭✭✭ Paranormal romance doesn’t get much better than The Boss. A sexy shifter hero, a spunky, no-nonsense heroine, heart-clenching emotion, and world building at its best. This story nearly set my Kindle on fire. Bring on the next book cause I can’t wait! ~USA Today and National Bestselling Author Anna J. Stewart
✭✭✭✭✭ THE BOSS by Abigail Owen has it all, heat, suspense, heat, an amazing team of dragon shifters, heat, humor, heat…and a tremendously talented author to pull it all together into an amazing escape from our reality and into hers! ~Tome Tender
The door creaked behind her and both turned as Finn let himself in. Delaney would’ve made a mental note about greasing the door hinges, except she was too busy making mental notes to keep her shit together.
The strangest mental images of a kiss flashed through her mind. Finn’s lips against hers, the scruff of his beard rasping against her soft skin, the taste of him…
Dammit. What was wrong with her? How could she swing from scared, to guilty, to overwhelmed, to grateful, to turned on so fast? Especially that last one. Inappropriate didn’t begin to cover where her mind just went.
Intense blue eyes sought her, caught, and traveled down. Suddenly she was glad she’d bothered to dress in her best jeans and her favorite black, V-necked sweater. The one that made her boobs look fantastic. Why she’d bothered, though, she had no idea.
Did she imagine the way his eyes darkened?
Hard to tell, because he pulled up short when he saw Sera, studying her friend’s face. “Delaney told you?”
The man was smart on top of everything else. Delaney nodded. “Yes. Sera wants me to stay with her tonight. Not be alone until we figure this out.”
Finn nodded slowly. “Good idea.”
“Did you find anything?” she asked.
“No.” That was it. Monosyllabic answers and a big wall she knew she wasn’t imagining.
“Are you leaving now?”
A single nod.
That gnarled knot of anxiety went back to writhing around in her belly at the thought of him not being close.
Needing air, and more space—having Finn crowd her in the small room, the smell of him surrounding her, and the feelings that pulled from her body, so inappropriate under these circumstances—Delaney tugged on shoes with more haste than care.
She walked him down the stairs, careful not to trip given her wobbly legs. The entire day had left her shaken. Sera followed behind. At his truck, where Aidan already waited, Finn turned and handed her a card. “That’s my direct number. Don’t hesitate to call. Day or night. I don’t care if you think it’s silly. It’s not. Okay?”
She accepted the small card with numb fingers, staring up at Finn, not wanting him to leave. Crap. Was this situation turning her into a clingy woman?
She took a step back and tipped up her chin. “Thanks—”
“Don’t do that,” he rumbled in a low voice.
She blinked. “Do what?”
“That brave front you put on.” He took a step closer, crowding into her space. “We’re going to help you figure this out. You’re not alone anymore. Got it?”
Delaney opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She had zero clue how to respond to that, too many emotions bombarding her at once—relief and gratefulness joined the fear and anxiety. And all with that edge of awareness of Finn as a man, not to mention confusion about how he jolted back and forth from comforting and protective to remote.
A breeze kicked up, blowing her long hair, still drying from her shower, into her face. He lifted a hand as if he was going to smooth it back for her, but dropped it before touching her, lips going flat. “You’re going to be okay, Delaney Hamilton. Do you believe me?”
Strangely enough… “I believe you.”