It’s August. It’s hot in California– Just the way dragons like it. Today, I’ll be posting fire-blowing excerpts from my Dragonfire series. This excerpt is from Caught, the fifth book in the series.
A quest has fallen upon Trynt Andrak’s shoulders, tearing him away from everything he loves, but it’s a matter of clan honor.
For Adatha Krytt there is only one dragon, but he has vanished leaving her to pursue her dream of becoming a dragon warrior. Duty is everything until the day comes when Trynt’s quest becomes Adatha’s mission.
His honorable quest has made him a thief. To catch a thief, she must track down the dragon she loves.
Can she fulfill her mission without breaking her heart?
Praise for Caught
“I recommend this for all those who like happy endings and lots of hot dragon passion.”
Foxglove, 4.5 stars, Long and Short Reviews
Adatha shuddered and answered his invitation by curling her tail around his. Trynt roared and blew a stream of smoke. Adatha responded in kind. He performed another roll and flew ahead, leading her down into a valley. Below a meadow appeared.
Wings raised high and talons extended, Trynt landed. Adatha touched down. The grass was wet and slick, and as Trynt had promised the ground was spongy. He rubbed his neck against her, and the tip of his tail skated along her side. Responding to his sensual dragon foreplay, Adatha nibbled his horns.
Smoke poured from his nostrils. “I love you, Adatha. The words haven’t been pledged before our kin or blessed by a priest, but I am yours, forever.” He licked her between the horns, tickling her with his whiskers, then rubbed his big body along her side.
Scales heating, Adatha shivered as he stood behind her.
“You are my mate.” Adatha threw back her head and flipped up her tail, letting him know she accepted him as her mate.
“There will be no other for me,” Trynt said, mounting her from behind. Adatha dug her talons into the soft earth. His wings fluttered wildly, swirling the air around them.
Their mutual grunts and groans mingled with puffs of smoke and shots of fire. Scales trembled and wings flapped. The sound of dragon mating carried throughout the narrow valley, but only the lovers heard the music.
Scales slid against scales in a flashing of gold and green. Billows of smokes mixed with the gentle rain, producing a thick fog. Trynt flapped his wings and breathed bright flames. Beneath him Adatha’s wings fluttered, and her scales turned a burnished gold. Trynt’s roar of pleasure joined hers. Now they were truly one.