My proof copies recently arrived and hubby and I have been reading through them, catching and correcting a few typos, and hoping that they are ready for release day on March 13th. The ebook of
SMOLDER, the third book in my
Clan of Dragons series, is available for pre-order at Amazon. A big Thank You to those of you who have pre-ordered it!
To those of you not familiar with my series,
here is an excerpt from
SMOLDER:
Fiona straightened
her server’s attire, as well as her cap, and made her way into the tavern. The
dining hall had emptied, somewhat, but Dougal leaned against the counter and
glared at her. Had he been waiting for her all this time? When he marched in
her direction, with one hand on the pommel of his sheathed sword, she
swallowed.
He was
magnificent, with his long hair in an unruly tumble over his shoulders, and his
dark blue eyes glaring at her. His wide shoulders moved in a fluid motion, as
if bone, flesh, and muscles worked in harmony. Even his knees were muscular,
and she wished he was still naked. He was the most beautiful creature she had
ever beheld. As he walked closer, he didn’t say a word, but glowered at her.
“I need to find
your brother, Evan.” Before she could explain, he cupped her chin, and pressed
his lips to hers. His hand circled her waist, and he drew her body close.
Surrounded by his heat, and the scents of human musk and smoldering cinders,
Fiona melted beneath his kiss. When he lifted his mouth mere inches away, she
sighed, while he sniffed her.
“You taste
delicious, lass, like apples and spice. I wish to explore every inch of your
lovely form, but why be you looking for Evan? I can give you anything you
desire, if you only ask.”
What she desired
was to find her friend Cliona, after she gave Evan the good news, but her bones
were as shifting as the sands, and she took a moment to formulate a sentence.
“Sir, I need to
find Evan. I have news. He might wish to tell you that your niece or nephew
will soon enter the world, but we should leave that up to him, aye?”
Dougal released
her, and stepped back. “What? When? Who said?”
“Vika has asked
me to bring her husband to her. She be in great pain. Can you point me in his
direction?”
“I feared the
babe would come too soon. If not for this silly celebration, Vika would be safe
in her cave, in her own bed, not surrounded by strangers.” He turned away.
In her cave?
As he exited the
tavern, she followed, quickening her stride to keep up with his long legs and
determined pace. She could only assume he could fly faster, but she doubted
he’d reveal himself to the villagers by sprouting wings. They rounded the fire
pit, and circled the crowd. Most of the humans sounded gay and happy, or in
their cups.
Cliona had
warned her about humans and their spirits. Ale flowed freely in the tavern, but
whisky was the true demon. She couldn’t imagine Dougal inebriated, but why had
he kissed her so blatantly? What else might he do, if she did not keep her
distance?
A shiver ran
along her spine, as she hurried after him. He paused at a vendor’s cart, and
the man pointed down the lane. He took off, nearly at a run, and Fiona gasped.
She settled a hand on her middle and followed until he entered the blacksmith
shop.
She stopped just
outside the door, bent over at the waist, and tried to breathe. When two brown
leather boots appeared, she straightened. The human in front of her was
Dougal’s twin except for the coppery hair and amber eyes. When they flashed
like molten flames, she swallowed.
Another dragon.
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