I got swept into a romance novel—straight into the skin of a henchman for the local villainess. No magic at all, but plenty of debts and extra weight. The only plan to get out into a normal life: enchant a dragon so that his evil mother would prefer to pay off her way out and send me somewhere far away.
But something went wrong: my charms worked on not one, but two dragons, and the future mother-in-law has no intention of demanding that I disappear from the city and forget her son. On the contrary—now the entire dragon family is hunting me! How do I explain to them as politely as possible that the heroine-for-another-world needs money and a diploma, not love?
In the book, you’ll find:
- a love-spell borscht
- a happy ending for everyone, including the main heroine
- hot dragons, and sometimes even burning dragons
- a mother-in-law-from-a-“treasure”
- dragon panties as the eternal engine of the plot