Smoke — Val St. Crowe

When Naelen Spencer shows up at Clarke Gannon's apartment saying he wants to hire her to hunt his sister down, she's got zilch inclination to actually take that job.

For one thing, she's not actually looking for an employer. For another thing, Naelen is the kind of rich, entitled playboy that she hates. For a third thing, he's a dragon shifter, and she's a dragon slayer. Those things don't mix.

Sure, okay, she doesn't kill shifters, only soulless, monster dragons that do nothing but burn, kill, and destroy.

And fine, he does happen to have eyes like the sky in high summer and a deep voice that makes her feel warm all over.

And all right, she needs the money he's offering. She could use it to help her sister, who's never caught a break her entire life.

But screw that guy.

That's what she wants to say, anyway. Instead, she ends up taking him up on his offer, and then she's flying off in a private jet to get mixed up with a creepy country town, a nest of powerful vampires, and a bunch of potent magical objects.