Forever Rowan — Sierra Summers; V.J. Summers

Blurb After a failed rescue attempt, Aidan Ghallager has been captured, unable to shift into his Dragon form. Rowan Stone, daughter of megalomaniac William Stone, has become his unlikely nurse. As they work together to find a way to escape her father's nefarious plans and insidious torture, they try to fight the attraction between them -- and fail. For Aidan and Rowan are mated -- meant to be together -- but only if they can stay alive long enough to escape.

She had Jenna's dark hair, though this woman wore hers shorter, in an angular cut that emphasized the clean lines of her face. She had Jenna's eyes, too, a scorched honey brown that somehow had the power to dig past all his defenses and see the soul he'd worked so hard to keep hidden.
That was where her similarity to her sister ended, though. Where Jenna was petite, soft and gently round, this woman was taller, broader. She was built for strength, for endurance. He had the brief, insane thought that she was built to take him even in his Dragon form, and give as good as she got.
She, like her older sister, defied society's definition of beauty. Her shoulders were a little too broad, and he imagined she had the ridiculous idea she needed to lose weight.
“Jenna's fine,” he told her. Her entire expression softened. Yeah, this woman had strength, but she harbored softness, too. A combination that was unexpectedly irresistible to him. “She had a spot of trouble with a couple of ugly-assed hybrids, but she's fine now, except worried sick about her sisters.”
Her big brown eyes grew suspiciously wet. She swallowed hard, but never left off meeting his eyes...strength and softness. Ah, fuck.
“I'm Rowan.” As his eyesight sharpened, he noticed a ring of dark smudges around her neck. His brows drew down into a frown.
“I know,” he answered absently. “Erin's the scrawny one.”
A surprised, choked laugh burst from her. “I don't think I've ever heard her described quite that way but, yes, Erin's the pretty one. Jenna's the smart one.” She turned her head, avoiding his eyes. “I'm the strong one.”
Abruptly he made sense of the marks on her neck. Fingerprints. Rowan Stone had recently been strangled.
“She brought us here, you know.” He wanted to reach out, to smooth his fingers soothingly over the bruises. To catch the tears trembling on her lower lashes, to taste them. To taste her. “She's mated Nic Alero,” he continued speaking in self defense, anything to take his mind off how Rowan Stone would taste. She'd been trying to escape her megalomaniac of a father, true, but that didn't mean she shared her sister's remarkable acceptance of the night creatures. Maybe the sight of her horror and disapproval would break this maddening fascination she held for him.
“I don't know any Nic,” she responded, pulling him back to the present. “Is he a good man?”
“He's a Vampire,” Aidan replied bluntly, waiting for the shock, the horror. What he got was impatience.
“But is he a good man?” she repeated sharply, gaze slicing into his. “Jenna deserves a good man.”
He blinked, totally taken aback by her reaction. “He's an arrogant ass most of the time,” he answered slowly. “But he'll cherish her ‘til his last breath.”
She let out a slow, relieved breath. “He'll keep her safe?” He nodded slowly, still processing her reaction. He told her that her beloved sister was mated to a Vampire, a monster, and she worried if the monster would keep Jenna safe. Fascinating.
“He'll keep her safe,” he agreed. “And he'll do most anything to keep her happy as well. Nic has powerful friends. He arranged the raid. Jenna wanted her sister--both of them if we could pull it off--and he drug the lot of us in here to get Jenna what she wanted.”
Her head dropped and her eyes slid away from his again. “And you ended up trapped here. Not much of a thank you.”
“I won't be here long.” he assured her, flexing against his bonds once again. “Once the Dragon wakes up, I'll be on my way.” He sent her a deliberately cocky smile. “You can come with if you li