Jingle Spell Rock paperback

I was ready to sing through a glittery Christmas at sea—
Until a dragon shifter asked me to be his fake girlfriend.

I’m Bria, lounge singer aboard the Moonlight Siren, where I entertain witches, wolves, vampires, and every supernatural who wants a holiday escape in the Caribbean. I don’t believe in love—especially not the fated kind.

But the moment Darius walks into my show, my panther purrs one terrifying word: *mate.*

Impossible.

It has to be a spell-gone-wrong.

Because a sexy dragon billionaire who’s onboard only for one week cannot be the happily ever after I stopped believing in long ago.

Darius needs a “girlfriend” for the ship’s Christmas festivities. I agree. Just another performance, right?

Only nothing about being with Darius feels fake.

And every time he touches me, I forget we’re only pretending.

This Christmas, I have to decide whether to trust fate or protect myself from heartbreak.

Someone was watching me.

I looked up and there he was across the bar.

The man from the shadows with intense eyes.

Heat rippled through me. My panther rose inside, curious,
urging me to move closer.

Settle down, I told her. Yes, he’s hot. So what?

Nothing new. I’d met my share of supernaturals since
joining the Moonlight Siren. Many promised the moon, but once they disembarked the ship, promises were forgotten.

He moved toward me, and I ceased breathing. Tall and
broad-shouldered, his suit fit like sin over his smooth muscles.

My pulse tripped. My panther went still, silent and waiting.
Only feet away now.

Dragon shifter, I guessed. From the mesmerizing hue of his
eyes to the way he moved so sinuously under that suit.
I inhaled to make sure. His scent tickled my nostrils—smoke, spice, and definitely dragon. The world tilted. My heart slammed against my ribs.

My panther purred, deep and resonant.
Mate.

The word split through me like a crack of lightning.

No. Absolutely not.

I gripped the bar to steady myself. The lounge seemed too
bright, too loud. Kylie said something I didn’t catch.

“Bria, did you hear me?” Kylie’s voice cut through the noise.

“What?” I turned to her, confused.

“I just introduced you to Darius.” She pointed to my glass.

His intense eyes remained locked on mine, but now they
flickered with amusement.

“What an absolute pleasure to meet the siren behind the voice.” he said, his voice a rich, smoldering baritone.

His self-assured expression faltered.

His eyes widened. Nostrils flared.

And in that instant, I knew—he felt it too.