“Dragons’ Bond” and “Dragons Redeemed” are out now in a
print. Read all the dragons’ stories in one book!
Mallory is fascinated by three life-size stone dragon statues. Then one night they come to life and she learns they’re shape-shifters. One of the museum’s directors, Teivel, plans to use the shape-shifting dragons as art thieves by placing them in exhibitions in other museums, and Mallory, Angus, William, and Mark now have to find out which statues are shape-shifters and how they can prevent Teivel from implementing his plan. That makes their days very busy, but the nights are for their own pleasure.
Can they outwit Teivel? What will happen if Mallory loses her job or the statues have to leave their home in the museum? And can a relationship built on a crisis and unbridled lust develop into lasting love and enduring passion?
“Dragons
Redeemed”: Blurb
Trudy is a locksmith and security expert who Mallory asked
to quote to improve the security at The Magic Dragon Museum. When Trudy arrives
at the museum, it’s full of naked people, and four of the men say she belongs
to them! The dragons need to reclaim their human lives while stopping Teivel’s
plan to steal the artworks—if they can get out of bed long enough to
concentrate.
Meanwhile Trudy has a job to do and a business to run.
Crevan, Daegan, Graegor, and Penllyn are determined to protect her while
watching Teivel. The dragon shape-shifters have their hands full with an
independent, determined woman and a bad guy planning to cause trouble. Plus
Mallory wants to come back to the museum, and her men are set on protecting her
from Teivel, too.
Between lust and danger, sparks are flying everywhere.
STORY EXCERPT
Trudy had not enjoyed a
sheltered childhood. She’d pretty much brought herself up while her mother
worked eighteen or more hours a day, seven days a week, in a sweatshop, sewing
clothes for two dollars an hour. She’d seen life on the streets in all its
sordid detail and come to the conclusion that it wasn’t for her. She’d also
decided by the age of twelve that sewing, prostitution, and crime weren’t
careers she’d follow. At fifteen, she’d apprenticed herself to Larry, an
elderly locksmith. The day she’d turned eighteen, he’d handed the business over
to her and caught a plane to Florida where he planned to sit on the beach for
the rest of his life.
But when she’d decided to
hand-deliver her quotation for upgrading security at The Magic Dragon Museum,
she’d thought she’d be speaking to Mallory, the manager/curator there, and
possibly her boyfriend, Angus, who seemed a possessive kind of man. Trudy
entered Mallory’s apartment via the roof garden to prove how useless the
current security was. The last thing she expected to see was four completely
naked men, three other men wearing only jeans, and a woman dressed in nothing
but a baggy T-shirt, as well as Mallory and Angus.
Life on the streets had been
eye-opening, and as a locksmith she’d had to rescue the occasional naked person
who’d locked themselves out of their apartment, but nothing had prepared her
for this.
“What the fuck is going on
here? And why are so many of you naked?”
“They’re all dragon shape-shifters.
This museum is their home,” said Mallory.
Trudy couldn’t see any evidence
they’d been drinking, or doing drugs, but that sure didn’t sound logical to
her. “Right. Okay. This is my quotation for the security. I’ll just leave it
here and be on my way then.”
“Oh no you won’t. What if she’s
working for Teivel?” One of the naked men, a very good-looking one with brown
hair and eyes and a really long cock, grabbed her arm and pulled her against
his chest.
An upbringing like hers had
taught Trudy many skills other women didn’t have. She slid under his arm,
twisted sideways, and rammed her knee into his balls, then stepped smartly out
of his reach. “I own my own business and don’t work for anyone but myself, you
pervert.”
The man was bent forward,
holding his family jewels. Trudy was actually rather surprised he wasn’t curled
up on the floor crying. He must be pretty tough. Or else she didn’t hit him
hard enough.
Most of the people in the
apartment were now talking at once. From what Trudy could understand, some of
them didn’t want to tell her anything, and Mallory and the other woman were
arguing she should be told the truth. Yeah, the truth would be great, but she
could live without it. Right now it was time to go.
Trudy backed silently toward
the door she’d entered by, but another one of the naked men, a redhead, was
watching her. “Don’t sneak off. We won’t hurt you. If you come in and sit down,
we’ll tell you why Mallory asked you to improve the locks here.”
“Why don’t you tell me why
you’re naked? If this is supposed to be an orgy, where are all the other
women?”One of the men wearing only jeans and the woman who wasn’t Mallory were locked in a passionate embrace. Maybe it was an orgy.
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