Book one in the Return to Avalore series, Call of the Dragon, will be available in December of this year. I hope you enjoy this little excerpt. I’ll be sending out a little reminder through my newsletter when it becomes available. The only time I’ll hit your inbox is with new releases and important information, so please sign up. Oh, and did I forget to mention I’ll have draws and other freebies available only through the newsletter from time to time?
Rhia Atkinson is a woman on the run. The same vicious creatures that killed her mother four years ago are still on the hunt, and she’s the prey. She thought she’d come to terms with her solitary existence until Drake comes along, reigniting her dreams of family and belonging. His tall tales of a missing queen and the looming extinction of a race of people she never knew existed has her agreeing to go on a journey to Avalore. Traditions as old as time stand in her way as she tries to convince Drake that he’s her choice for a mate. With the enemy breathing down her neck, all she has to do is figure out a way to make it work before she ends up joined to some stranger, or worse, dead.
Drake Sperwell has spent years searching for one woman, the Queen of Avalore. Time is running out. With the survival of their entire species hanging in the balance, failure is not an option. When he finds her deep in battle in New York City, all his prayers are answered. What he didn’t count on was his reaction to the woman, or his dragon’s need to claim her as its mate. Denying their chemistry might just kill him, but she’s off limits. Her destiny lies with her true mate in Avalore.
Tilting her head back, she brought trembling fingers to his face. “It’s okay. You can let go. I’ll be fine.”
The dragon leapt, gaining power.
“Katie told me about your dragon. I’m not afraid of it—or you.” Her gaze held his. “I know you won’t hurt me.”
Fire raced up and down his spine. It was too much. Had she not given consent, he might have had a chance, but with each gentle word, his iron will slipped a little farther. She deserved more than he could give her when he was in this state, but he was powerless to stop. Lowering her to the bed, he brought his mouth down on hers in a hard, savage kiss.
The tearing of fabric sounded loud in the quiet room as he ripped her t-shirt wide open from the neck down. The delicate lace of her bra didn’t stand a chance. A quick twist and the material all but disintegrated, exposing her beautiful breasts. He swallowed her gasp, delving his tongue deep into her mouth, plundering what he needed before pulling back to look at her again.
Eyes shining bright, pupils dilated, she waited for his next move. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, transforming his growl into a moan as blood rushed down low, making his cock throb, and strain hard against the restraint of his jeans. Heaven help him, he wasn’t going to be able to stop, but he’d be damned if he didn’t at least make it good for her. Lowering his head, he licked across one puckered nipple, then the other, before pulling back to watch them harden in the cool air.
Eyes closed, her back arched, pleading for more.
He took the tight bud between his lips in an open-mouthed kiss, making her gasp as he sucked it in. His tongue assaulted the tip, flicking over it until her hands bunched in his hair, pulling him closer still. He let go with a pop, ignoring her moaned protest, before turning his attention to the other, giving it the same treatment.
The scent of her arousal drove the dragon on. One sharp tug sent the snap of her jeans skittering across the room. The zipper offered no resistance, and within seconds, the jeans were down and off.
Kissing his way up from her ankles, he nipped at her tender flesh, making her squirm and release more of her intoxicating scent into the air. When he reached the apex of her thighs, he waited, watching as her back arched, and a soft moan escaped her open lips. Pressing his mouth and nose into the damp fabric of her underwear, he inhaled her scent. The beast within growled, sending the vibrations through his body and into her sensitive flesh.
“Oh God, Drake, that feels so good.”
The huskiness in her voice drove him to the brink of insanity. He couldn’t wait any longer to taste her. Ripping her panties in one quick move, he lowered his head and took a long slow lick, taking her juices onto his tongue, savoring her unique flavor before plunging deep.
Her hips thrust forward, bringing her closer as her head thrashed back and forth on his pillow. Her little whimpers sent throbbing heat down his spine and into his shaft as he speared in and out with his tongue, mimicking what he would soon do with his cock.
She was close, but she couldn’t come yet, he wouldn’t let her. Not until he buried himself deep inside her. The need to feel her convulse and tighten around him was more than he could bear. Gripping her hips, he turned her onto her stomach, lifting her into position. He cupped her ass, squeezing as he ground his hips against her.
He wanted to slow down, to make this beautiful for her, but there was no stopping the beast. He released her hips long enough to yank his jeans part way down his thighs before he gripped them again, his fingers pressing into her flesh. With one feral growl, he pushed forward, burying himself to the hilt in her moist, silken heat.