One witch. One dragon king. One arranged marriage. Can they keep things professional?

I use magic to predict weather patterns months in advance. But can I remember when I’m supposed to attend my own wedding? Sadly, no.

When I finally show up two hours late, chattering about thermodynamics, I discover my dragon king husband is gorgeous, intimidating, and completely unprepared for a wife who accidentally creates blizzards whenever he smiles. Raoul Emberforge is all controlled actions and careful distance. I’m a mess in witchy form who forgets to eat when I’m researching atmospheric pressure systems.

Our marriage is supposed to be political, a treaty between witches and dragons to form peace between our people. Except Raoul keeps looking at me like I’m fascinating instead of frustrating. And when he kisses me, we both lose control.

Now we’re racing against time to save a drought-stricken village and cure sneezing dragon hatchlings before the Summit of Scales. But the real crisis? I’m falling for a king who’s spent years building walls around his heart.

If I can’t figure out how to break down his walls, we could lose each other. And that would be the one disaster my magic can’t fix.