No Room at Dragon’s Landing by Lorelei M. Hart

Sometimes one bed is better than two.

I’ve been running Dragon’s Landing B&B for six months. My ratings are great, my booking consistent, and the townspeople have accepted me as one of their own. I’m living the dream.
But, am I living my dreams? The ones where I find my true mate and raise my family here in the mountains of my ancestors? Not so much. It’s not like I have time to go searching, not with the town’s annual Dragon Fest just around the corner. I can’t afford to have anything go wrong, not after all I’ve done to get this place on track.
Only something does go wrong. I’ve double-booked one of the rooms.