Gamble on a Gargoyle

Rock bottom never looked so good.
My fiancé murdered someone over a dragon’s egg.
I panicked and ran.
I also, maybe, accidentally stole the egg. That part was unintentional. Mostly.
Now I’m on the run with stolen supernatural cargo, a murderous ex-fiancé on my heels, and a half-formed plan to throw myself at the mercy of the powerful dragon of Darlington.
Enter Graham.
He’s a gargoyle with wings, claws, and the whole shebang, and he claims he’s here on behalf of the very dragon I’m on my way to see. He just can’t prove it. He’s also hot as sin. And apparently exactly my type.
One stolen egg. Multiple people who want me dead. And all my traitorous brain can focus on is whether this gargoyle runs warm despite being hard as stone.
Spoiler: they do!