I’m cursed to kill with a brush of my fingertips. Everyone I touch dies—until I meet Maelor. He’s the mysterious, beautiful hunter of the cursed. And he’s immune to my touch.

My mate comes from an ancient and powerful line of dragon shifters.
I should feel honored and privileged, but I want that human florist.
She is beautiful as the flower arrangements she makes.

In the twilight between sleep and consciousness, a battle rages. The Dream Guardians harness the energy created in slumber, even going so far as to fuel the sexual fantasies of those asleep to create maximum power. The Nightmares, however, feed on fear and distress, and it is up to the Guardians to protect their charges .