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Dragon by Midnight | Ebook

Dragon by Midnight | Ebook

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Once upon a time, a curse turned Cinderella into a dragon.

At the stroke of midnight, Cinderella falls to the ballroom floor and twists into a dragon. Hunted by royals, she flees from the castle and hides in the wilderness.

Lost. Alone. Afraid. She needs a hero to save her.

The prince never rescues her. Instead, she’s saved by a dark-eyed sorcerer named Sikandar. He promises to break the dragon curse. Even though she feels like a hideous beast, he sees her beauty.

But Sikandar's charm hides an ugly past. He's too afraid, at first, to share his painful secrets with Cinderella. She can't help falling for him, even though happily ever after might be forever out of reach.



Dragon by Midnight is a young adult fantasy with a sweet, slow-burn romance, perfect for fans of Ella Enchanted and Dealing with Dragons.

 

🏆 Shortlisted for 2022 US Selfies by Publishers Weekly and BookLife.
🏆 Nominated for 2022 RONE Award by InD'tale Magazine.
Sneak Peek

One of the young ladies collapsed on the floor.

Down on her knees, she shuddered before sprawling across the wood. Her skin turned blue as her body twisted into another shape. Guests crowded around the grotesque spectacle. A predator’s shriek tore from her mouth.

Heart hammering, Sikandar lifted his hands, bracing himself to summon defensive magic. He lost sight of her until she unfurled over the ballroom.

His stomach lurched. “Dragon.”

Candlelight glimmered on her armor of blue scales. Wicked horns curved from her head. Her jaws gaped, saliva dripping from her fangs, and breath scented with brimstone fouled the air. When she spread her leathery wings, she knocked down a chandelier, which plummeted and chimed into a thousand shards of crystal.

From beauty to beast in less than a minute.

The power hit Sikandar’s gut like a sucker punch.

Screams echoed in the ballroom. Ladies fainted while gentlemen scrambled for the doors, throwing aside dignity and chivalry.

Prince Benedict drew his dress sword, the gilded blade useless against such a monstrosity. The dragon slithered away, claws gouging the floor. She whipped her head, searching the ballroom. Her fiery eyes looked wild.

The dragon lunged.

Instead of taking off the crown prince’s head, she crashed through a magnificent window, scattering chunks of masonry, and fled onto a balcony. Prince Benedict bounded over shards of glass and chased his foe outside.

Sikandar would prefer not to be burnt to ashes. He didn’t want the royal family of Viridia dead, either. Not when he needed them and the contents of their treasury.

Swearing, he followed the prince.

The dragon barely fit on the balcony. Her wings and tail scraped the granite castle walls. Cracks spiderwebbed through the stone underfoot. Sikandar leapt back, stumbling, and caught himself on the rubble. Prince Benedict, rather ridiculously, brandished his sword while balancing.

The dragon reared onto the railing. Between one heartbeat and the next, she perched on the brink of flight.

Half the balcony crumbled.

The dragon plummeted into the ravine, twisting in the air, a serpent with useless wings. Mist shrouded the lake below. She vanished.

The impact punctuated the waterfall’s roar.

Silence.
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