Cursed with the Dragon Prince

Cursed with the Dragon Prince Mel Braxton About The clan needs me as their queen. During a storm at sea, I’m tossed overboard, and my family abandons me. Stranded, I wake on a beach of black sand, discovering I’m far from my human home and marooned on the Isles of Fae. I’m found by a dragon fae, a powerful prince, who upon seeing me, is consumed by rage, chasing me into a dark cave. Despite his terrifying strength, I learn he is as lonely as I am, and soon, he craves me as I lust for him. Except we remain divided, bound to the roles expected by his clan. They call me the Blessed One. Their deity has cursed them for their king’s transgressions, but if I survive the rites of queenship—surrendering my future, risking my life—I can end their curse. My family did abandon me. The offer is tempting. Even if I survive these deadly rites, I’m still at the mercy of a disgruntled clan and their dragon prince. Cursed with the Dragon Prince is a stand-alone romance set in the Isles of Fae universe. Please note this story includes discussion of infertility and barrenness. This is a spicy romance and intended for readers 18+ Copyright Cursed with the Dragon Prince Copyright © 2023 by Mel Braxton All Rights Reserved Text version 1.0 ISBN: 9798370400940 ASIN: B0BHF372KZ No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form whatsoever without prior permission by the author, except as provided by copyright law. For permissions contact: [email protected] This book is a work of fiction. Events, locales, characters, names, places, and events are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is a coincidence. Unfortunately, dragon fae are a sexy daydream. Cover: Atra Luna, atraluna.de Map: Naomi Lucas Developmental Editing: Lindsay York, lypublishing.com Proofreading: VB Proofreads, vbproofreads.com Map Dedication For my families, I couldn’t have managed this year without you Part One: Arrival Awakening Reina I stir, covered with salt and sand. It’s dried on my lips, crusting my eyes shut. My throat is so thick it’s a struggle to swallow, and when I curl my fingers, pain radiates from each knuckle as my flesh cracks. I grab a fistful of the earth that supports me. A beach. I’m alive, for now, stranded on an unknown beach. By all accounts, I should be dead. After all, the entire village says I’m cursed. Yet I survived the stormy sea, stranded after being tossed overboard. When the waves took me, my brother Fright Reina Each twitch of my body lights my nerves with agony. At least I can grit my teeth and grunt through the pain. Hands and feet first. Then my arms. Inch by painful inch, I force my body to stir. Lapping waves sound with a steady lull that threatens to pull me back to sleep. Surrendering to nonexistence sounds comfortable, but there’s no safety in it. It takes effort, but I squeeze my aching muscles, forcing myself to stay conscious and focus on my surroundings. My feet are dry, so the tide must have ebbed since