Selection for His Dragon Majesty

For some reason, instead of a meeting, I ended up in the arms of a gorgeous man who was passionately trying to drain my body of something. Stop. This isn’t my body. And not my city. And not my world at all! Now I’m not the boss—I’m a princess—and I’m rushing not to hold a performance review, but to attend some selection for a dragon. To get back home to my beloved mortgage, I’ll have to work hard at this contest of beauties. But there’s one problem…

Do I even want to go back?