Nobody Told Me Thrift Shops Sell Stolen Dragon Heirlooms

Rafe Virelli has spent his whole life watching his family's history disappear piece by piece — sold, stolen, and scattered across a city that doesn't know or care what it's holding. He's down to one missing relic and no leads, until his law firm's intern shows up wearing it.

Quinn Bradley didn't mean to become the reason a half-dragon shifter starts showing up at her office. She definitely didn't mean to negotiate her way onto his case, get pulled into rigged auctions and museum standoffs, or end up in the middle of an actual heist when a rival collector decides Rafe's family relics are worth killing for.

She just wanted a law degree and a dog with a stable temperament. Instead she got a client who fixes her door locks at midnight, a dragon who'd burn down a mansion for her, and a front-row seat to exactly how far someone will go to protect what's left of their family.

The relics can be replaced. This can't.

Enemies-to-allies-to-lovers. Workplace romance. High-stakes recovery plot. Guaranteed HEA.

Lindsey Devin is proof that two writers sharing one pen name can accomplish far more than either could alone, especially when the alternative is paying to market two separate author brands. The money saved is immediately invested in overflowing bookshelves, excessively pampered pets, and caffeine in quantities that would concern a medical professional.

Their publisher handles the marketing while they stay happily hidden behind keyboards, writing the stories instead of talking about them. It seems to be working, judging by the occasional AI scammer who decides the fastest route to becoming an author is stealing their books instead of writing their own.