NEW EXCERPT & PRE-ORDER! Royal Dragon Renegade: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #8
/I’m so excited!
The pre-order is finally here for Royal Dragon Renegade: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #8 – the next-to-last book in the Royal Dragon series – releasing on August 28th!
This book is all about Adrian as he fights to prove his worth to Layla as a mate, as their final confrontation with their enemy Hunter looms…
Pre-Order here on Amazon – the book will also be on Kindle Unlimited and in paperback on release day.
Get ready for the heat!
XO Ava
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ROYAL DRAGON RENEGADE: ROYAL DRAGON SHIFTERS OF MOROCCO #8
CHAPTER 1 – ADRIAN
Layla Price woke up from a dead sleep, on fire.
She wasn’t actually on fire, but the covers were; and as Layla cried out, rolling quickly out of the king-plus sized ebony bed and hitting the marble floor of Adrian’s rooms in Riad Rhakvir on all fours, she heard an earth-shattering roar from Adrian. As Layla yanked the burning sheet off the bed, along with the duvet which was starting to catch fire now also, she saw Adrian twist in bed – still asleep as he roared again. Naked in the sheets, he writhed with nightmares, each roar flooding another wave of red-aqua fire from his skin.
Making the bed a conflagration.
“Adrian!” Layla shouted as she rushed in, seizing him with her drakaina’s shocked strength and hauling him off the bed to the floor also. Tall and lean but deeply muscled, Adrian Rhakvir was heavier than he looked; as he crashed to the floor he jolted awake, though another wave of red-aqua fire rushed from him, flashing up the tall ebony bedposts to the teal silk drapes and canopy above. As Adrian’s long black eyelashes flashed open, Layla saw only the madness of nightmares in his beautiful Mediterranean-blue eyes for a moment. But then his eyes focused and with a swift in-breath, he heaved up to a crouch.
Corralling Layla back from the burning bed.
At a safe distance now in his palatial rooms, Adrian squared his shoulders as he faced the bed like an enemy with Layla behind him. Raising his hands and making a brisk maneuver like a fast Tai Chi, he produced a tightly-swirling vortex of wind with his Desert Dragon magics, pouring that wind over the flames. In half a moment, his wind-funnel had sucked the oxygen from the fire – snuffing it out to swirling black smoke and leaving the rest of the room untouched.
But the bedding was ruined – and both their sleep with it.
“Holy hells, Adrian!” Layla coughed with her elbow over her nose and mouth as smoke devoured Adrian’s rooms, lit only by low-flickering votives in blue and gold Moroccan glass lanterns in niches around the walls now. “What was that?!”
“I had a nightmare.” He spoke tersely as he moved his hands again, creating a brisk wind through his beautiful Moroccan room with its vaulted white stone arches and ornate zelij tile in cool blues and greens. That wind whirled through the gables, throwing open blue glass and wrought-iron window panes to let the night breeze in and the smoke out. Raising a hand next at the smoke still seething from the bed, Adrian started a gentler wind, driving the rest of the smoke out a far bank of arched windows with filigreed walls and into a moonlit garden of honeysuckle and night-blooming jasmine. In a few moments the room was clear, though the lower bedsheet, pillows, and the silk drapes on the canopy continued to smolder.
Moving in with a fierce tension in his tall, lean frame, Adrian rifled a hand through his brush-cut black hair, then yanked the lower sheet from the mattress with a deep growl. As Layla stood watching, raising her eyebrows at his furious motion, Adrian ripped the smoking mattress-topper from the bed next along with the blackened king-sized pillows. Beneath, the mattress had thankfully been spared from the fire, and Adrian heaved a sigh of relief. Yanking down the singed silk drapes from the tall ebony bedposts but leaving the upper canopy which was merely smoke-smirched, he bundled everything up and took it to the massive marble bathroom adjacent to his suite. Layla heard the tub water run then shut off, and soon Adrian returned sans burned bedding.
His hands washed free of soot.
As Layla raised her eyebrows he merely looked at her, something dark in his beautiful blue-green eyes. Out in the gardens of the Riad it was still deep night, and Layla finally heard crickets and night-birds begin to whir and chirrup again now that the disturbance was over. But she was still shaken as she watched Adrian move to a large ornately-carved teakwood hutch in his rooms, fetching out new sheets, pillows, and a back-up white duvet. Stepping back, he avoided eye contact as he resolutely began re-making the bed, finishing with the pillows. But as he turned to face her, there was suddenly nothing more for him to do.
Lifting his gaze, Adrian’s eyes were full of conflict as he said, “Forgive me.”
“I mean, I do,” Layla spoke, flustered, “but what the hell was that all about?”
“I’m having nightmares again.” Adrian sighed, something tired filling him as his rage finally left. Raising his left hand with his Clan First tattoo of a red, black, and gold Desert Dragon coiling up to his elbow, he rifled his short black hair again. “And I don’t know what to do about it.”
“Since when?” Layla spoke quietly, moving towards Adrian like one might approach a wild animal. But he was fully awake and the danger passed now, and he let Layla come to him, his hands rising to cradle her waist as their bodies came close. He was warm in the night; so warm, as if he had a fever. Close now, Layla could see how his entire body glistened with sweat as if he’d actually had a fever during his sleep, or had run a race in his dreams. Reaching up, she touched the beads of sweat on his brow and Adrian flinched, reaching up and touching his sweat also.
“I should go shower.” He spoke shortly, though as he tried to pull away, Layla didn’t let him. She could still feel something dark churning in him, even though they weren’t yet re-Bound since she had gotten her drakaina’s power back a week ago after visiting her enemy Hunter. Layla couldn’t read Adrian’s mind or magics well right now, but his dark eyes and body language told her his dream had been something bad, to have sparked one of his nighttime fires.
Adrian had warned Layla a number of months ago that he sometimes had bad dreams and they sparked fires in his sleep. It had been a thing when he was younger, but he’d told her he mostly had it under control; in all their nights sleeping together these past months, he’d never once torched the bed. But Layla had experienced it now – and as she stared up at him, she saw anger and deep embarrassment in his eyes.
Reaching up, she cradled his beloved face in her hands, so striking and handsomely elegant with his high cheekbones and defined jaw. Her heart opened for him, and she felt him sense her emotions through the small thread of Bind that still remained between them. But their mystical connection wasn’t fully re-opened yet, and even though Layla felt Adrian sense her love for him, she also felt him suddenly pull away from that love. As they stood together, a wry smile took his lips as he reached up, pulling her hands gently down.
Though he did set their foreheads together as he heaved a deep sigh.
“I’m sorry you had to see that just now. I’m sorry I almost torched you.”
“Don’t apologize,” Layla spoke, reaching up and touching his cheek again and the soft black stubble on his defined jaw. “I’m a Desert Dragon, too, remember? A little scorch and heat doesn’t hurt me, Adrian. But I’m worried about you. What are these nightmares you’re having, and since when? And why didn’t you tell me?”
“I’m dreaming of—” But Adrian hesitated then, his straight dark brows knitting as he frowned. Blinking his long dark lashes, he finally said, “I’m dreaming of battle, Layla. It’s been happening ever since you came back from Hunter’s realm a week ago. They weren’t so bad at first, but now… Jesus, they’re getting fucking vivid.”
“And clearly fire was involved in these battles.” Layla frowned at him now as she watched his eyes roil through twenty different colors of green and blue like the Mediterranean Sea, flecks of gold brightening in them then fading. “Were they Dragon-battles? Are you having dreams about battling against Hunter?”
“They were Dragon-battles, but not against Hunter, no.” Heaving a sigh, Adrian reached up to brush one of Layla’s long sable curls back from her face as he cradled her closer. “I don’t want to go into details, Layla, but suffice it to say it was intense.”
“I guess so.” Layla spoke, though she was tender as she stroked Adrian’s lean, chiseled chest. His beautifully cut runner’s muscles were outlined by the slanting moonlight and the Moroccan colored-glass votives burning low in the midnight hour. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk?”
“Later.” Adrian smiled softly now as he raised Layla’s hand to his lips, kissing her gently. “Right now, I just want to go back to bed. I feel like I just ran twenty marathons, and you need to get up early tomorrow to fly out to Cinque Terre for your vacation with Reginald.”
“Re-Binding Reginald and the rest of my men can wait, if something’s going on with you.” Layla spoke with a soft frown as she and Adrian watched each other in the night. “I know that’s what I’ve planned for the week, to go see them all and give them my surprises so we can re-Bind – but if something’s up with you, Adrian, maybe I should cancel and be here instead.”
“No.” Adrian smiled down at her now as he brushed her curls back from her face again. “You already planned this entire week with the rest of your mates, Layla, to re-Bind them so we’ll be stronger against Hunter when he finally comes for us, after everything that happened a week ago. You need to go to them. I’ll be fine. And I’ll be right here when you get back so you and I can re-Bind also. Come on, let’s get back to bed.”
But even as Adrian stepped back, tugging her by the hand and entreating her with his eyes to return to bed, Layla hesitated. As her fire-bright drakaina coiled over restlessly inside her veins, making a lightly scorched bourbon-orange scent roll from her skin, Layla understood her Dragon’s deep intuition. Even without her Bind to Adrian re-opened yet, she could feel something was up with him – something he didn’t want to tell her about just yet.
But Adrian had always been secretive, even though he’d gotten a lot better since he and Layla had become Bound. She’d learned that sometimes he just needed a little space to process; and even though she could tell he was avoiding something right now, Layla at last relented. With a sigh, she stepped to him, letting him guide them back to the now non-burning bed.
“You’ll tell me, right?” She spoke with a lifted eyebrow as she came to the bedside. “About whatever is giving you nightmares? I can feel something’s up with you, Adrian. Even without us being re-Bound just yet.”
“I know.” He smiled wryly, pulling her close at the beside and netting her in his long hands again. “I can’t hide much from you, Layla, and I want to tell you about these dreams, I just… think I need to get some clarity on them myself first.”
“I get that.” Layla spoke understandingly as she smoothed her hands over his firm chest. “I do. It just hurts me to see you twisting about something, Adrian. Our couples counseling sessions with Rake André have been going well this week, and I feel like we’ve reached a new level of honesty with each other since I returned from Hunter’s realm… but I know that whole thing was really hard for you, and if there’s something lingering—”
“There’s not, Layla.” Adrian spoke gently but firmly now as he whispered his soft lips over hers. “Let’s just go back to bed. Please?”
“Okay…” Layla’s Dragon-intuition told her to be stubborn with her most headstrong mate – but as he whispered his lips over hers, Layla suddenly couldn’t think. As her drakaina rose high in her veins in a fire-bright rush, she felt herself heat to Adrian. Suddenly, her entire body was on high alert; every place their skin touched scorching with a deep arousal that had nothing to do with Dragon-fire and everything to do with burning the bed up in a different way. As Adrian opened his lips, still running them slowly over hers, Layla’s breath was suddenly very high in her chest. Her lips fell open as he caressed her, his hands kneading at her waist.
Deep and possessive and sweet.
Pulling her in closer, Adrian eased his lips over hers; touching, pressing. Her heart hammered in her chest now as she moved to his rhythm; pressing back, seeking him until they finally began to kiss. Drawing her lower lip gently between his, Adrian sucked her sweet and slow as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing her tight to his very firm, hot body – and other very firm, hot things. Layla made a sound in her throat as he kissed her more strongly now, bending her back with his tall, iron-lean height. Heat rushed through them both as he began to devour her with his lips, and her body with his strong hands.
And her magic with his burning, graceful power.
As they kissed, their Dragons began to race through their bodies and beyond them in a cascade of gold-white and red-aqua etheric flames, flaring through the room. Spiraling into each other like a slow vortex, a coil of molten gold began to braid between their bodies and hearts – but even as Layla felt it sear her, so bright, Adrian suddenly pulled back. Heaving hard breaths, he pressed their foreheads together as their hearts beat hard, and Layla felt him pull his magic back from hers.
And his ardor with it as he took deep breaths of cool night air.
Frowning now, Layla wondered why Adrian was shutting down their Bind just as it had begun to re-open. More than any of her other mates, she needed to re-Bind Adrian; not just to be stronger against their enemy Hunter, but also because she loved her primary mate and missed him. But all this week since her return from Hunter’s realm, Adrian had done this – pulling away just as things began to get hot between them. Gazing up at him now, Layla’s brows knit as she fought a sensation of rejection howling through her veins from her upset drakaina.
And her deeply confused heart.
But Adrian’s eyes were open; as Layla pulled back, she found his gaze unfocused and staring – as if he’d returned to his previous nightmares. Reaching up, she touched his face and he startled beneath her fingertips, as if he’d somehow fallen back asleep while still awake. Deeply concerned, Layla felt a roil of worry flood her veins for her mate as another scorched wave of bourbon and orange peel scent wafted from her skin.
Wondering what was going on with him.
“Adrian? Are you alright?” She asked, watching him carefully in the night.
“I’m just… tired.” He spoke quietly, though his gaze had slipped away again. “I think I just need some sleep tonight, Layla. These dreams have been wearing me out all week. Let’s go to bed and we can deal with it in the morning before you fly out to Manadora. And when you get back from re-Binding all your other men this week, we can talk about it further. Maybe I’ll have some clarity by then. But I think I may need to go see someone while you’re gone, who can help me through these battles I’m dreaming about.”
“Rake’s good with dream-guiding,” Layla brainstormed, still not wanting to let this go tonight but sensing how tired Adrian truly was. “You could call him, maybe do some dream-seeking this week while I’m gone, like I did at the Dreaming Canyon a few weeks ago in Moab.”
“Maybe.” Adrian nodded, nuzzling her nose again. But without further talk, he threw the new covers back on the bed, sliding in and scooting over so Layla could climb into the king-plus sized ebony bed with him. As he settled on his back, she snuggled close beneath the featherweight bedding, listening to night-creatures peep in the midsummer gardens outside. Sliding his arm around her, Adrian’s strong shoulder and bicep became her pillow as she curled around his long, lean body, snugging her leg up over his hip. He turned his chin in to her and their lips met.
Kissing in the darkness of the night.
But the passion had gone from him now, and Adrian was simply quiet as he kissed her, not allowing his powerful Desert drake to rise in his veins or blister around her any more tonight. As their kiss ended and he settled to his back, Layla stroked her lips over his strong chest, cuddling in to him. But though he tucked his arm around her, cupping his other hand over her hip as he curled her to him, he said nothing more.
And Layla lay awake a long time – wondering why Adrian was blocking them from re-Binding.
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