No soul, no soulmate.
Until she shows up.
Jett: I know full well I don’t get to even feel love, much less fall in it. No soul, no soulmate. Ever. I don’t have room for stolen kisses and fantasies of of making her mine. I’ve got to break the curse on my brethren and take down the King of Hell. So why is the dragon part of me insisting on marking and claiming this strange and beautiful woman who just walked into my life (and drank my beer)?
Yvaine: Really weird stuff is happening, like how I accidentally keep turning this hot guy into a dragon and how I really, really wants to kiss him. Again. What am I thinking? Dark and broody bad boys with those kind of six-pack abs only want one thing, and they don’t want it from me and my big ole butt. We’re stuck together until we can figure out how to break some crazy supernatural curse on me. But what if I don’t want the curse broken?