The main moral of this story is to not drug a strange man you’ve only just met in the hope that he helps you escape from your dragon captor. Try asking first. But our protagonist here ignores that advice and ends up being marked by said man (or, rather, dragon) as his mate, in his drugged state. Cue lots of agonising over the whole situation, before the final, inevitable, happy ending. That setup means there’s less sex in this book than previous ones, although still plenty of pent-up desire and almost-sex. But it does leave a bit of space for the characters to develop a bit. Our protagonist (who I’m not going to name, since if you’ve read the other books in the series, it’s a spoiler) has spent years in captivity and just wants to see the world, something which her mate, Dante, the other dragon from previous Mead Mishaps books) is happy to oblige her with.
The whole thing is fun, but the way that our Protagonist kept almost, but not quite, telling Dante about herself was vexing for the reader, who is more clued in on what’s going on. It took the whole book to get to the climax (ooh er!) I wanted (actually, no, I’m not talking about the sex, in this case).
I’ve no idea if there will be more books in this series, but if not, this seems like a perfectly good ending to it.
