It’s almost here!

I’ve finished the final edits to book #6 in the Royal Dragon series – Sea Dragon’s Destiny: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #6 – and am so excited to share an excerpt with you today!

This book is all about Layla’s Royal Siren Reginald Durant as he faces off with his father the Siren King, torn between the demands of duty to his clan the North Sea Sirens, and the duty of his heart to Layla.

We get a LOT of sexy screen-time with Reginald, plus an appearance from Layla’s Royal Storm Dragon Rhennic Erdhelm – AND a new potential love interest for the Bind.

But you’ll have to get the book to find out! :)

Release date for this book is still TBA, but I hope to get it out mid-April or so.

Enjoy the excerpt, and…

Get ready for the heat!

XO Ava

CHAPTER 3 – NORTH

Sipping a bourbon on Adrian’s Learjet, Layla read through the Hotel’s annals on her encrypted laptop, searching for any and all information she could find on Sirens. Dressed in an emerald wrap-dress with a cream lambswool dress coat and tall tan boots, a warm outfit for the chilly north, Layla wore Reginald’s pearls today so he could track her whereabouts. Fiddling with one luminous grey pearl and diamond earring, she rubbed the bracelet of pearls and diamonds around her left wrist, suddenly realizing she’d not told Reginald about Adrian’s news yet. In the haste of last night and this morning, it had slipped her mind; but feeling a wash of soothing oceanic power flow through her now from Reginald’s gifts, she continued reading.

She and Reginald would have time to cover Adrian’s news in the coming days – and hopefully a whole lot more.

Seagulls called in Layla’s ears as a feeling like ocean spray dappled her cheeks while she read about Reginald’s clan. She’d done casual searches before, but now she read voraciously about everything she was to face at Deep Harbor, the clan-home of the North Sea Sirens. Layla didn’t want to face Reginald’s family unprepared, and she committed everything she read to memory as Adrian’s jet soared over the North Sea.

As Adrian’s French co-pilot made an announcement over the intercom for their arrival, the jet began to angle down sharply. Glancing out the window at the news, Layla saw only blue ocean below. But even as she watched, the jet suddenly passed through a gut-wrenching barrier of light; the familiar yet disrupting sensation of passing back into the Twilight Realm from the human world. All of a sudden, a sprawling island of green hills and white cliffs appeared below where there had only been deep blue water before.

And a massive white city, devouring the entire island.

Ringed by sheer cliffs, sprawling tide-pools, and marinas filled with boats, the island had a dark blue harbor right in the middle, so deeply indigo that it looked like it dove straight down to the bowels of the ocean. As Layla admired the sprawling white city, glittering in the sun like it was made out of sea shells or pearls, Adrian’s Learjet tightened its descent towards a white runway that stretched out into the ocean to the north. Gripping the arms of her chair, Layla let out a slow breath as they touched down. After taxiing to a berth on the small runway, Adrian’s French co-pilot opened the jet’s door, and Layla smelled the sweet-cool scent of the ocean.

And felt her Royal Siren Reginald Durant’s vast power flood her even before she saw him.

Stepping down the jet’s stairs, a spring wind whipped Layla’s curls from her chignon as thick white clouds scudded above, creating a pattern of light and darkness over the island. Waiting before her on the white runway was her Royal Siren, haughty and perfect. Cuttingly beautiful like a Versace model, Reginald wore a dove-grey vest and trousers with gold pinstripes that caught the morning sun, with dark grey alligator-skin boots and a slim belt. A pearl-white pocket square was in his vest, his shirt collar open to bare his beautiful collarbones and creamy-white skin, his sleeves rolled up to show his talisman on his left wrist.

A decadent cuff woven of gold, diamonds, and grey pearls, Reginald’s talisman was something Layla had often spied in her visions of him these past months, though he’d never had it at the Hotel. Additionally, he wore an ornate gold, pearl, and diamond dragon-ring on his right index finger, another item that was new since he’d left the Hotel. His bright golden hair was longer than Layla had last seen it, flowing over his shoulders even though it was bound half-back from the wind. Gold wisps were loose around his chiseled face, his cutting cheekbones and straight gold-blond brows fiercely handsome, his elegant and usually clean-shaven jaw now accentuated by a short golden stubble.

But though Reginald Durant was perfection in every way, his eyes were what smote Layla hard as she came to stand before him, drawn by his implacable tides. Sea-grey and ice-blue yet shining with gold, they held her like a vise with his perfect poise.

As he waited for her to draw near.

“Layla.” Reginald breathed, and Layla felt the gold of their Bind weave between their bodies, pulling them close as his oceanic power surged around her. Diving through her, his dominant power made her drakaina roar to be touched by its luscious depths, his coils of oceanic energy shining with sunlight as they swirled around her, intimate. Shivering, Layla was undone by Reginald’s vast magic as he stepped forward, stroking her cheek with his knuckles. Utterly dominant, he pinned her with his eyes and Layla surrendered to him – his gaze softening from dominantly pleased to beautifully wistful as his touch lingered. Layla’s world lit with joy as his eyes brightened, luminous like the dawn over the frozen north.

And then his full lips smiled – and he was more beautiful than anything in the world.

Sweeping in, Reginald’s oceans drowned Layla as he seized her, kissing her hard. Layla forgot she could even breathe as Reginald’s power dove into her, commanding her roughly as he devoured her with his lean, mean dancer’s body and powerful grace. Drowning beneath his sudden wildness, Layla felt the wind whip and the ocean slam against the jetty as they ate at each other’s lips. Power crashed; Layla’s drakaina roared in a wave of heat and pleasure, making Layla cry out into Reginald’s kiss as he growled. Crushing her in his arms, he poured wave after wave of oceanic power so hard and fast through her that Layla suddenly erupted into climax. Screaming into his kiss, she bucked and surged with pleasure.

Caught fast by Reginald’s obliterating tides and loving it.

With a gasp, Reginald released their kiss, cradling Layla in his strong arms as she collapsed against him, her knees buckling as she shuddered with aftershocks. With a cruel chuckle, Reginald kissed her temple as he held her tenderly up from sinking. She felt him smirk at her cheek – that terrible, viciously sexy smile she loved so much as he murmured at her ear.

“My Partner. What a pleasure to see you.”

“The pleasure’s all mine!” Layla gasped, unable to stand from the ecstasy still rushing through her. As she was cradled close to his lean yet incredibly strong frame, Reginald rocked her like the ocean, humming a sweet tune of impossible harmonies like chimes in a sea-wind as he let his power calm her now. Rocked by her Partner’s seas, Layla smiled with bliss as she wound her arms up around his neck. As she buried her nose in his silky golden hair and breathed in his ocean spray and brisk Arctic scent, Reginald chuckled more sweetly. Stroking her back with his long fingers, he swayed with her like they danced in the wind and waves, and Layla sighed.

Feeling more safe in his arms than she’d felt in months.

When he at last pulled back, his blue-grey eyes were bright with joy. “I’ve missed you these past months, Layla.” He murmured, stroking a few of her sable curls back behind her ear. “More than you know.”

It was a very frank admission for Reginald, and Layla blinked, feeling her heart melt for him. It wasn’t like Reginald to be open with his emotions, and as they stood together, Layla could suddenly feel how much she meant to him. It overwhelmed her, the vast tide of his love. With a wry smile, he realized what he was doing and tried to pull it back.

But Layla shook her head. “Don’t put it away. I like it, what you feel for me. What I feel for you.”

Like the sun coming out from behind high-north clouds, Reginald smiled his true smile again, and it made everything about him luminous. He laughed and it was such a bright, beautiful laugh that Layla beamed as he curled her closer in his arms, chuckling as she surrendered. Kissing her lips sweetly now, he was smiling, reveling in her as much as she reveled in him. Layla was grinning beneath his kiss as he finished, moving his lips to her ear and whispering, “Forgive me. I’d love to kiss you until you melt entirely in my arms… but we do have an audience.”

As Reginald nodded over his shoulder, Layla looked left. A trio of the most gorgeous men Layla had ever seen stood on the runway nearby. Watching Reginald and Layla, their faces ranged from amusedly pleased to downright disgusted. All were slender and tall like Reginald, their hair colors ranging from white-blond to a lusciously dark ebony. Each was more sexy than the hottest models on any runway in Paris or New York.

A devastating gorgeousness that suddenly made Layla shiver with heat and sex.

Clearing his throat, Reginald turned Layla toward the three elegant men, though he kept Layla tucked close to his side with his arm around her waist. “Layla Price, Royal Dragon Bind of the Desert Dragons of Morocco and the Mediterranean. May I introduce my elder siblings in the North Sea Sirens. On your left is Vindaris Durant, Clan Sixth. In the middle is Typhos Durant, Clan Fifth, and on your right is Atlantos Durant, Clan Third.”

Giving an elegant nod with Reginald’s arm still around her, Layla spoke cordially, “Pleased to meet you all.”

Layla had read about Reginald’s family in the Hotel’s annals. She knew there had originally been ten brothers, though only six were still alive. As Reginald’s brothers stood before her, she suddenly saw how dangerously impressive Sirens were. Bold, audacious, the brothers had an elegant cruelty about them as they watched her. Deceptively calm yet intimately alluring, Layla saw that all three knew they were the apex predator of the oceans, just like Reginald. The North Sea Sirens had ruled their Lineage for thousands of years, primarily because they held incredible abilities to bend minds.

And reveled in breaking their enemies.

Reginald’s father, Léviathan Durant, had been King for two hundred and fifty years, taken over from Reginald’s mother Queen Auriana Morregain when she’d died in Reginald’s youth. Queen Auriana had ruled for over a thousand years, but before that, her mother had ruled, and her mother before her. The Morregain bloodline had been the dominant power in the world’s oceans for generations, their daughters ascending high. But Queen Auriana had had no legitimate daughters with her mate and then Battle-Lord Léviathan Durant, only sons, so the pinnacle position in the clan had passed to him when she’d died.

And to the Durant male heirs – if one of them was strong enough to battle for the top spot.

Layla could feel a love of power seething from all three Siren brothers as they watched her, though Vindaris beamed with a cheeky pleasure, while Typhos simmered with a haughty, sexy glower. But it was the Clan Third, Atlantos Durant, who stepped forward to greet Layla formally with a calmly political panache.

“On behalf of the North Sea Sirens, I declare the pleasure of meeting you ours, Dragon Bind.” Atlantos spoke in a flowing baritone. “Please be welcome in Deep Harbor.”

Just as handsomely slaying as Reginald though clearly older by a few hundred years, Atlantos reminded Layla of Tempeste Durant, Reginald’s deceased eldest brother. Wearing a slim pearl-white Italian suit with brush-cut silver-blond hair, Atlantos smiled at Layla with a pleasant nature. Sporting a pearl cuff similar to Reginald’s but done in platinum, he moved forward, taking up Layla’s hand and pressing it with a light kiss.

But Atlantos’ dark grey eyes pinned her as he kissed her hand, and Layla felt a press of power in her mind, roaring like a gale over the ocean. With a chuckle, he left off as Reginald’s brighter power sluiced it away, but Layla had felt the edge of Atlantos’ Siren-magic. Though he smiled elegantly, his power was immense, roaring and deep like the entire Atlantic Ocean. It shuddered all the way through Layla and she had no doubt he was a strong Royal as he pulled away, watching her with clever quietude.

Stepping back, the eldest Siren brother nodded for the others to greet Layla. Second came Typhos Durant, who lifted a haughty dark eyebrow at Layla in a similar manner to Reginald as he approached. Built like a brick house, Typhos was as tall as his brothers, though his hair was a dark ebony. Looking Layla over in a chilly fashion, his vibrantly Arctic blue eyes bored into her, simmering with sex and lust and battle. With a snort, he lifted his chin, glancing to Reginald. “This is the Bind? I thought she’d be prettier.”

“Don’t be an ass, Typhos, she’s gorgeous.” The third brother, the bright blond Vindaris Durant, stepped forward with a sprightly step, his jubilant laugh pressing his dour brother back like a spring wind. Hands tucked in the pockets of his sleek charcoal pants with a pearl-grey silk tie and pocket square, he wore a matching vest but no jacket, his sleeves rolled up like Reginald’s. Though Vindaris wore a talisman at his wrist, his was fashioned of woven seaweeds and held no diamonds, only pearls. With a debonair grin, Vindaris reached out, taking up Layla’s hand though she felt only a teasing press of magic from him. His eyes were a grey so pale they were nearly white as he grinned, kissing her hand with delight.

“Layla Price, Royal Dragon Bind, be welcome. I am Vindaris Durant, Clan Sixth and the least asinine of all my brothers. Anything you need while you are here, you have but to ask. We’ve set a banquet in your honor tonight, and I am Host of our clan, which to us is like a Concierge. Anything you need, any time of day or night, I am at your service.”

“Thank you.” Layla could feel how pleasant Vindaris was as it radiated off him, and Layla brightened. He had a brisk, teasing energy like Dusk or Arron, and Layla got the feeling he only caused trouble to have a little fun.

“We’ve heard quite a lot about you these past months, Ms. Price, though very little from Reginald’s tight lips.” Atlantos spoke again with a lift of one eyebrow, a darkly clever glint in his eyes as Vindaris stepped back. “Father is eager to meet you; the Royal Dragon Bind who has been making waves in the Twilight Realm. He is curious to see the woman Reginald has decided to become mated to. Only the second woman our youngest siro has taken into the Louenou Virdii during his three centuries of life.”

As he spoke, Layla felt a subtle challenge in Atlantos’ demeanor. At his double-edged words, Layla suddenly knew she was in for a fight here at the home of the North Sea Sirens. Not just because she was the Royal Dragon Bind, but because she was only Reginald’s second girlfriend, essentially. She saw Atlantos’ gaze flick to her ears and wrist, noting Reginald’s pearls – bridal-gifts to his original wife, the Blood Dragon Avri. Layla was only the second person to wear them, and she felt that knowledge now in the gaze of all three of Reginald’s brothers as they weighed her.

But just as she was about to respond, a willowy woman approached their group. Wearing a pearl-white silk blouse with a plunging neckline, dark skinny jeans, and badass blush platform stilettos, her lusciously long black hair was braided into ornate waves over one shoulder with strings of grey pearls. Those silken strands were so black they shone blue in the sunlight, her long braid cascading all the way down past her slender hips. Everything about her was royally elegant, from her vibrantly cobalt eyes to the opal sheen of her very white skin to her lusciously full, pink lips. One of the few Siren women Layla had seen, she held a calm surety as she neared, a sound like evening tides easing from her as she came straight to Layla.

Taking up both her hands with a beaming smile.

“The Dragon Bind!” The woman spoke in a lusciously joyful alto. “So lovely to meet you, Layla Price!”

“Layla, may I present my half-sister Leniana Morregain, Clan Fourth and my mother’s only daughter.” Reginald nodded to the woman, though he was smiling subtly as if pleased his half-sister had come to greet Layla.

“Call me Leni, I insist.” The woman beamed, squeezing Layla’s hands like a sister, her cobalt eyes brightly kind. “I wouldn’t have it any other way for my dearest Reginald’s darling mate.”

Stunned, Layla realized this woman was the scientist Adrian had sent her here to meet, and enjoying Leni’s presence tremendously, Layla smiled wide. “Good to meet you, too. But I thought Reginald had only brothers?”

“Only brothers from our parents together,” Vindaris interrupted helpfully as Leni and Layla made acquaintance. “Leni is our mother’s child, but Siren birth-lines follow a mated pair.”

“My father was an Arctic Siren,” Leni smiled genially at Layla. “I wasn’t Léviathan’s child, so I’m not considered legitimate to the royal mates, though I am considered part of the extended royal family. It’s common for Sirens to stray from their mated pairs; Léviathan had his share of trysts over the centuries and my mother had hers, with plenty of illegitimate children along the way. But I was raised with the legitimate siblings because of my power. Reginald and I grew up together; I’m six years his elder, and just a year older than Vindaris.”

As if called back into the conversation, Vindaris stepped forward, indicating a path of stones that wound up from the landing strip to the soaring citadel on the white cliffs. “Come. Leaving a Royal Dragon Bind standing on our doorstep is poor form, and I would never have it be said that the North Sea Sirens treat their guests like paupers. Let us go up to the palace. Everyone is quite excited to meet Reginald’s new mate, and I for one, can’t wait to hear everything about you, Layla.”

With a pleasant grin, Vindaris beckoned. But nodding to Layla in a gesture that was almost a bow, Atlantos led the way, followed by Typhos and then Vindaris. Leni hung back with Reginald and Layla. Still tucked to Reginald’s side, Layla inhaled a deep breath before she set out, preparing herself for anything in the domain of her Royal Siren’s family.

Pausing, she suddenly wondered if it had been a bad move to come here. But reaching out, Leni smiled as she gave Layla’s hand a reassuring squeeze. Leni’s presence was bright and kind as she held Layla’s hand. And even as Layla fretted, she felt a soothing wash of tides from Reginald, bolstering her as he held her close. Reginald was here, he was strong, and he could protect Layla from anything his family might throw at her. Plus, it was clear he had allies inside his family, certainly his powerful half-sister and probably also the beaming Vindaris.

Taking a deep breath, Layla stepped forward, heading up towards the palace of the North Sea Sirens.

Readying herself to face Reginald’s family at last.

The Sexy Times

NEW EXCERPT! Sea Dragon's Destiny: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #6

Ava Ward

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