Hi Everyone,
How many of you loved The Dragon and His Houseboy 1? Well I loved the world so much, I decided to write a second one that will be coming out from Sugar and Spice Press on Oct. 20th.
I hope you enjoy this new installment because I've started on a third one as well taking all the characters from the first two and putting them into the up and coming book. But I'm getting ahead of myself here.
Here is a quick except to steam your glasses and make you dream about sexy dragon shifters.
Blurb:
Wyr is a dragon hybrid who has been alone for over a
hundred years and an outcast among his own kind. When mistaken identity
makes him the priest for a local village, he takes up residence in a
cave within a volcano. While he gives advice to the town, he keeps his
true heritage hidden.
Tahan is the son of a local merchant with an arranged marriage looming
over his head. He wants nothing of his father’s business or the
marriage. Instead, Tahan has a few secrets of his own and has eyes for
the village priest. Tahan admits he knows the priest’s secret only to
face his anger, but when Tahan touches him Wyr realizes his true
affections for the man.
In order to save the man he loves from the volcanic eruption, Wyr must
reveal his true nature. By doing so, his existence is threatened. Still
he would do anything to make Tahan happy and see him safe. Even give up
his life.
Excerpt:
The miniature dragon jumped
into the air and flapped around the room until it settled on the altar and
nibbled on a piece of fruit. Wyr’s stomach growled and he realized he was
hungry. He ran his hands over his thighs, and it was then he remembered he was
still wrapped in the towel and it was fairly sheer.
“That is a marvelous talent. Something the god would appreciate,” he said
and shuffled his feet, trying not to feel the attraction flaring through him.
“Is it good enough for me to
stay?” He stared at him.
All Wyr could focus on were those smoldering
blue eyes under long cinnamon lashes. His throat went dry again. Wyr shook his
head and found the words. “I really don’t think…”
Tahan slid his hand over Wyr’s
growing erection and squeezed it. “I know the true reason why you sent me away
yesterday. I understand your anger when I revealed that I knew what you were.
You’ve been keeping it a secret because you know the villagers won’t accept it.
Just the way they won’t accept me. Another reason why you were livid was
because you don’t want to admit to yourself you’re attracted to me. Tell me I’m
not right.”
He tried to clear his
throat, but Tahan held him captive. His emotions whirled around his mind. His
heart slammed into his chest. Wyr tried to back away, but Tahan placed a hand
on his shoulder. The soft touch ignited the pull he had for the other man. The
little dragon let out a small stream of fire and ignited one of the candles on
the altar. Heat flushed inside of Wyr as his muscles contracted again with an
oncoming shift.
Wyr tried to remain calm and
focus on his breathing, hoping the shift wouldn’t overtake him. The
transformation had already started. His back muscles were bunching along his
shoulder blades, gathering mass to hold the weight of his great wings. His skin
itched. When he glanced down, his tanned skin had already taken on a mauve hue.
“You should go.” He forced
out the words.
“I’m not afraid of you,”
Tahan said. “That should be evident by me coming here, falling to my knees and
begging you to let me stay here. By touching you and kissing you the other day.
I’ve seen how you looked at me when I’ve visited in the past, the longing in
your eyes and how you stiffen up when I get close.” Tahan squeezed his cock
once more.
A moan escaped Wyr’s throat.
Beads of perspiration slid down his temple. He yearned to wipe them away, but
didn’t dare move in case the sudden movement agitated his fragile state. “None
of that matters.”
A devilish smile turned Tahan’s
mouth up. He stepped closer and conformed his body to Wyr’s. “Yes, it does. You’re
just fighting it because you don’t believe I’m really attracted to you. You’re
thinking I’m only doing this because I want sanctuary. But I’m not. I’ve wanted
to be with you for a long time. All those times I’ve watched you, I saw the
hurt you held inside. It was in the way you carried yourself. Anytime you come
to town you try to remain aloof, but I see the longing in your eyes. The
council doesn’t see it, but I do. Please let me stay.”
Wyr’s muscles trembled as
Tahan’s warm breath blasted against his flesh. The other man rested his head on
Wyr’s shoulder, placing kisses along his collarbone. The ache to wrap his arms
around the other man nearly crushed him, but Tahan had said exactly what was on
his mind. He was showing him affection because he needed a place to escape from
the world and he had hoped that Wyr could provide that. Of course the more he
thought about it, the more he yearned to have him for a companion. It had been
a long time since he had been with anyone. Tahan flicked his tongue along Wyr’s
Adam’s apple and spikes of delight rammed through him nearly overcoming the
twisting of his muscles from the change. His cock grew firmer from the contact
and he was burning up from the inside out.
“Let me stay,” Tahan
whispered. He met Wyr’s eyes.
His will was crumbling. He sighed
and tore his gaze away. “Fine. You can stay, but don’t think that you have to…”
Tahan placed a finger to Wyr’s
lips. “Trust me. This is what I want
to do. Just relax. Please.”
Wyr saw the need in his
eyes. The desire ran rampant through him. All he wanted to do was give himself
over to Tahan, but the shift was happening. “Relaxing is near impossible when I’m
about to shift.” He stepped away and rolled his shoulders, feeling the dragon
scraping along the inside of his skin to get out.
Tahan touched his back and
massaged his muscles where the tension was held the most. He arched his back
and began to calm down. As Tahan rubbed the area, the dragon retreated. He studied
his arms and saw the flesh was no longer shaded purple. It had never happened
before. The weight of his wings receded. He had heard whispers among the shape-shifter
community of these things happening, but he thought they were just a myth.
“Does that feel good?” Tahan
asked.
“Mmmm…very good. Stop for a
moment.”
Tahan groaned. “If you enjoy
it, then why do you want me to stop?”
Shiya flew to Juneau, Alaska to confirm if the man she's been chatting up online is truly a shape-shifter. This was to be her first job in the field. As a tech geek, she's used to staying behind her computer and gathering all pertinent information about the existence of shifters so her family--shifter hunters for generations--can go and do the dirty work. All Shiya was supposed to do was to seduce Birk into revealing himself. What she didn't count on was how hot the man was in real life. She couldn't deny their chemistry and the reaction her body had to Birk. When Birk suggests they act on their mutual attraction, she can't say no. Then he sets the stakes even higher. He wants her to make his best friend her lover too. Kotori is the hottest Native American Shiya has ever seen, and her lust is ignited even more, especially given the danger she sees lurking deep in Kotori's eyes. 
