Coming January!
Like some dragons in your historicals? How about a few old gods and powerful magic? I have a new paranormal historical series coming out in January with drool worthy dragon shape shifters and the women strong enough to tame their ravaging beast.
Soul Fire is the first book in my new series The Guardians of Drakkan. Here is a little peek at the book which starts it all.
All for one female who didn’t exist.
He spread his wings wide, gliding in a lazy spiral toward
the one spot, which gave him some solace against the demons raging deep within
his breast. The glen by the mouth of the mountain’s entrance. A trickle of
unease filtered through him as he spied fog covering his glen, an unnatural
glow pulsing from within its depths.
Anger at the intrusion to his sacred space fed the
fever burning his veins, the need to rend flesh, taste blood an overpowering enticement,
threatening to tip him over the precipice into blood frenzy. The sound of a
woman’s choked scream doused his ire as surely as a dousing of cold water. The
unmistakable note of agony, unlike anything he could recall hearing before
pierced his eardrums and with a roar, he tucked his wings close and arrowed
toward the sound coming from the unnatural mist.
At the last moment, he spread his wings catching
enough air to bring him effortlessly to the ground. Hind feet touched the
earth, his claws sinking into the rich dirt to deter his forward momentum.
Crispin shifted on a thought, gold sparks of energy surged around him. In a
flash of exquisite pain, he transformed. His body twisted, bones snapping and
his mass shrunk, skin replaced scales. Once again he resembled that of a human
male. His brow furled as he peered into
the dense fog, his anger as sharp as a well-honed blade.
“Who defiles
my sanctuary?” His voice rang with authority into the glowing mist. “Speak now,
or by Drakkan’s talon you shall have much to answer for.”
In reaction to his demand, the glowing fog cleared
shying away from him to withdraw back into the woods and leaving the glen with
the appearance of untouched serenity. The sound of water splashing over rocks
filled the air, yet he heard none of its music as his gaze locked onto a pair
of violet eyes.
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