Megan Van Dyke

One look and she’d hooked Hook.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he whispered.

Her heart leaped, breath catching in her throat. “Finally.”

Rather than lay on her on the bed, on her wings, he sat on the edge before laying down and pulling her onto his chest.

She ran her finger along her lips, pretending to enjoy the view. Okay, not totally pretending. Or not at all. The sight of him spread out below her would fill her erotic dreams—pirate or not.

His coat. Durin’s beard, he covered me with his long coat.

“Your wings are shimmering, love.”

But just as Titania could taste a lie in the air, she couldn’t utter one herself.

Legend said that long ago the dragon god Leviathan had come to Neverland. There it fell in love with a human woman—or a mermaid as the merfolk liked to claim. Duty called the god away, but it left with its beloved a scale from its body, a way to call it to aid if ever she or her descendants needed. The legend was true, it seemed, at least part of it.

“Oh, my girl. All you need are happy thoughts, pleasure, enjoyment. Let the world fade away and enjoy yourself.”

Oh he was cursed all right, whether by magical means or not, he wanted this woman like no other, and no drunken fling would satisfy.