On the night of the Ember Moon, the Dragon King’s fire chose his mate. It chose me. A scale-less keeper who shovels dung in the royal stables. Then, in front of the whole court, he rejected me. Two years ago, Lucan Draven came to the dragon stables every night. He helped me hand-feed a dying hatchling. He told me secrets he’d never told anyone. The night before he was crowned, he kissed me and promised he’d come back. He never did. Now he’s the cold, golden-eyed King of Embers, and he just threw me away while the nobles laughed. His fire should have gone back to him. It didn’t. Instead, the dead dragon buried beneath his throne spoke my name. A name that was cut from every history book three hundred years ago. Now the king’s fire burns in me, and he grows colder every hour I’m away from him. His priest wants me burned as a witch. The army’s commander wants me dead before his daughter loses her crown. A fae prince who cannot lie wants me for himself. And somewhere in the dark beneath the city, someone is holding my grandmother hostage. I can wake dragons. I can calm them, heal them, command them. But every time I use the fire, I lose a memory of the man who broke my heart. If I wake the greatest dragon of all, I can save the kingdom. But I’ll forget I ever loved him. A rejected-mate dragon romance full of forbidden love, a deadly love triangle, and a heroine who refuses to be anyone’s second choice.