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George is trying to work up the nerve to do what must be done. And like women for centuries, she will let her choice of men think that it is his idea. Well, sort of. George is a dragon. So is her chosen mate, Rikard. When she deliberately puts herself in his clutches, he is in for the fight of his life. Claiming this female as his mate will not follow the traditions of dragonkind, but it will be one helluva ride.
Abandon Excerpt:
She
felt her nipples come to attention within the confines of her bra. It
would only be a few minutes and the hunt would begin. She almost jumped
out of her skin when he spoke. "Where
do you find these fantastic spells? I have never seen anything like this
that could be applied not only to modern man but modern equipment."
He shook his head and his hair flipped and gleamed invitingly in the
light streaming through the window. "If I didn't know better, I
would think that you had just made these up." She
laughed; it was practiced. "That is impossible. No new spells have
been written for centuries. I simply have access to some grimoires that
are not public knowledge." Her voice stayed light; it had taken a
dozen or more experiences with this same question to get her response
believable. "In
all my centuries of life, I have never seen this type of spell. Nor have
I heard of any books of the type you describe." She
smiled at him in a condescending manner, "Not all of the Archives
were taken by the councils immediately. Some lived well into their
twenties before becoming slaves to the Magus or Warlock councils. Who
knows how many original spells are still to be discovered?" He
rubbed his chin thoughtfully. It was an odd gesture as dragons did not
grow facial hair unless they had humans in their bloodline. "I
suppose you are right. I don't know why I didn't think of that." George
turned rapidly back to the window to stifle her laughter. The reason
that no one thought of it, was that it was the first spell that the
first abducted Archive had written. She had duped a warlock into reading
it, and thereafter hidden her personal writings and those of all
Archives who would come after. The
Archives knew their history. It became the first thing that they wrote
when their talent came, and Jinx had shared this information as well as
the personal journals that she had Hex find for her. It was a
fascinating history and one well worth remembering. A
tingling sensation started in her skin and George knew it was time. She
kept her back to Rikard as he came to the sudden awareness that she was
a dragon. She held perfectly still, but her senses were on overdrive. She
could feel his power skating along her skin. He was much older than he
had let on. In truth, even her mother hadn't known how old he was. That
fact alone frightened her. It meant that the time that Arabel had met
him, he had hidden his power from her. Now
he was hiding nothing, and that was the most chilling thing of all. His
footsteps sounded behind her. She deliberately did not look over her
shoulder. Without touching her, he leaned in and exhaled along the line
of her neck. From
left to right, he scented her, breathing her in as if to memorize her. A
shiver ran through her as his own aura enveloped her, she dug her nails
into her palms to keep from reaching for him. "Strange.
You smell like a dragon." His tongue darted out to the side of her
neck and she almost moaned, "You taste like a dragon. But up until
just now I was willing to bet that you were a regular mage." Suddenly,
he spun her, then gripped her by the upper arm and pulled her up to face
him. "Are you truly what you seem to be?" She
swallowed. "Do you see me as a dragon? With power, an aura of
flight and the wild night dancing in my soul?" "I
see you as mine." That was the end of polite conversation for some
time as his mouth took hers in a wild joining that set her blood on
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