PRE-ORDER NOW! Rake My Lust: Dragons of Blood and Bone #3 is coming November 22nd!

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Who is ready for the next Dragons of Blood and Bone book!?

I’m thrilled to announce that pre-order is AVAILABLE NOW for Rake My Lust: Dragons of Blood and Bone #3 on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited.

The official release date is set for Friday, November 22, 2024.

THANK YOU for supporting this latest series featuring Rikyava from the Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco series and her mates. Keep reading for an exclusive sneak peek at chapter one of this upcoming release, and be sure to pre-order below!

Enjoy… and get ready for more sexy Viking dragon HEAT!

XO Ava

WARNING—SPOILERS AHEAD!

If you still need to begin book one of this series, GET IT HERE.

CHAPTER 1 – ALLY

Handcuffs can be fun. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good romp around the kink room. But magical handcuffs are never fun—and I’m in a set of those now, as I come to from unconsciousness. 

 I don’t know how long I’ve been out; when I wake, I’m in prison, though a nice one as prisons go. It’s fucking cold, however; the surrounding air is frigid, as I shiver and my breath blows steam into the air. My body heat as a Blood Dragon should take care of the chill, making me feel toasty, even though the air in my cell is only just above freezing.

 But oh, yeah—magical handcuffs restrain all dragon abilities.

 Even the innate kind.

 As I come back to consciousness, I register a few things about my cell. The first is that I’m on a cot, which is nice because I’m not sleeping on the cold, hard stone of wherever I am right now. I gaze around to see my cell is circular, like a tower, but with no windows. 

 I feel as if I am somewhere high up and I can hear a stiff wind howling outside the thick stones of the walls. This place is old wherever it is; the white granite stones have the feel of millennia, and I’m not talking about before they were quarried. 

 With an uneven floor and slightly jilted walls, the smooth-worn stones of my cell have been polished by many dragons over time. The space is big enough to contain a dragon, though I’m in human form. 

 I’m just the latest dragon to be incarcerated here, however, as I note a set of ornate black iron bars that serve as a door. Those bars are scrawled through with caustic red Bloodrunes—to curse the fuck out of me if I even try to get close. 

 I’m comfy beneath my thick wool blanket, though. That, plus my cot, is the royal treatment for a dungeon in Swedish Blood Dragon territory in the Twilight Realm. 

 I don’t know where I am, but I have a feeling I’m in the custody of the same dragon clan I just made severe enemies of right before I passed out. The powerful Magnussen Clan of the Blood Dragons of Sweden.

 Famed for their brutality up here in the far north.

 I just royally pissed them off by decimating a holy dragon-cairn they had a strict taboo against messing with. That, plus I did it with my two mates—Ström Eriksson, Jarl-Heir of the rival neighboring Eriksson Clan, plus the Blood Dragon Kingsguard Captain Bjorn Magnussen. 

 Though Bjorn’s a Magnussen, the previous Jarl-Heir to the clan I’m trapped by, he’s been outcast since his teens. He was outcast by his father, the Jarl of these lands, Oggi Magnussen.

 The dragon who has captured me.

 I don’t see my mates anywhere now. Sitting up slowly on my cot, because I have a blistering headache from magical fatigue, I see I’m dressed in a nice set of linen trousers with a long-sleeved tunic. A white polar bear pelt is atop my wool blanket, which is why I’m so cozy. I seize both the pelt and blanket, wrapping them around me as I sit, leaning back on the stone wall and facing my cell door.

 Waiting.

 I don’t have to wait long. Either the Magnussens have some sort of magical security system to alert guards of my movements, or they’ve got modern micro-cameras in here. Tech and magic intertwine in the Twilight Realm; but someone has stepped up to my cell door now.

 That someone unlocks the dire curse-runes on my door with a wave of their hand and a deep blaze of crimson-green Blood Dragon magic. As iron locks click back from an ornate locking mechanism, the thick iron bars of the door with their detailed scrollwork push back. 

 I see my jailor; a breath of relief passes through me as I recognize the Captain of the Magnussen Border Guard, Olander Mortensen. He enters my cell with his towering bulk, far more than just about any other dragon I’ve ever met, wearing traditional black buckled guardsman leathers. 

 A white polar bear pelt similar to the one on my cot is pinned around his shoulders; mine dwarfs me, even though I’m not a small woman, but his fits him perfectly. 

 A stylized silver insignia of vicious mountains with a dragon curling through them is pinned to his pelt. As he brings me a steaming tray of bread, butter, venison meat pie, and a big bowl of stew, I don’t even ask if it’s poisoned. I tuck in instantly as a ravenous feeling fills me.

 No idea when my last meal was—the dragon inside me, hungry to the max.

 “Slow down, drakaina. Chew a little.” Captain Olander gives a deep basso chuckle as he sits beside me on the cot, watching me eat.

 “How long have I been here?” I ask, dispensing with any introductory questions. I know for certain now that Jarl Oggi Magnussen holds me captive, since this is his same Captain who was sent to collect us from the dragon cairn, now sitting beside me.

 Watching me eat like a ravenous beast. 

 “Three days. You’ve been out this entire time.” Captain Olander chuckles again, though it’s more serious now as his gaze pierces me. He’s got nice eyes, a sort of hazel-meets-spring-green with a ring of gold around them. 

 Built like a Nordic strongman, he’s well kept with a trim blond beard and neat blond braids, and dragons shaved into the sides of his head. Beads of silver adorn those braids, glinting in a light source I only now realize is a flowing, magical white light that lingers around the apex of my cell.

 “You gave a lot of energy to Bjorn when you pushed all your power into him through your bonds before you passed out.” The Captain is serious now as I finally eat slower.

 Less like an animal and more like a person who’s been starving for days.

 “Was he able to do anything with it?” I ask as I watch Captain Olander. I know he was friends with Bjorn in the past, but I don’t know how far that friendship extends, since Bjorn has been outcast from his clan for over a hundred years. 

 For what reason, I have no clue.

 “He was, actually.” The Captain nods, a glimmer of approval in his eyes now as they shine gold with his dragon. “Bjorn was able to heal his wounds with what your power gave him. Not only that, but he could rise and knock his father in the mouth with a fucking doozy of a haymaker, in just his human form. Knocked out one of Jarl Oggi’s dragon-fangs before the Jarl put Bjorn back on the floor. Nearly bit Bjorn’s head off to make him surrender.”

 “Damage?” I breathe, barely able to sense my First Drake right now through our mystical Bloodbonds, though I do feel with relief that he’s alive.

 As is my Second Drake, Ström—somewhere nearby.

 “Minimal.” Olander Mortensen gives me a knowing glance. “Bjorn got a few scrapes around the neck when the Jarl put his entire mouth over his head and bit down, but only to subdue him. Jarl Oggi would never kill his pride and joy, not like that, at least. If he’s going to kill Bjorn, it’ll be public, in a way that’ll let no one forget the sacrifice he made to support the strength of the clan. Not just one child born of his loins, but two.”

 I realize as he speaks that Captain Olander played me back in the dragon-cairn. I had thought Bjorn was in mortal danger from his father, then; but the Captain had known all along he wasn’t. 

 He told me Bjorn’s father would kill him if I resisted capture. I shake my head now as I realize Captain Olander Mortensen is not just a big motherfucker of a dragon. He’s also smart. 

 Something to watch out for—or secure to our aims, if we can.

 “So you warning me to be still so I didn’t make the Jarl kill his son was just a play inside the cairn, wasn’t it?” I ask him as I lift an eyebrow. 

 “I had to get you to cooperate somehow, didn’t I?” Captain Mortensen says with a teasing but frank glint in his eyes now. “Can’t have the Hög Skjaldmær of our entire Blood Dragon Lineage getting killed on my watch because she pissed off my Jarl. Sorry, not sorry.”

 “It was a clever move. Well played.” I concede now, because it really was a good way to stop me from struggling in the moment, and drawing the furious attention of the Magnussen Clan Jarl.

 One of the biggest, scariest Blood Dragons I’ve ever met.

 “Where is Bjorn?” I ask now, feeling him nearby, but not close enough that we can connect our powers.

 “In a different tower. Jailed and manacled, the same as you. Along with the Eriksson Jarl-Heir, though I don’t think that one’s going to stick.” 

 “Why not?” I grill the Captain for any information he’s willing to give me right now. 

 “Let’s just say that Jarl Oggi Magnussen doesn’t want a war with Jarl Jorg Eriksson, not right now.” The Captain chuckles, amused. “The Erikssons are our neighbors to the east and have tricks up their sleeves in battle. But you would know that… having already life-mated to the Jarl-Heir of the Eriksson Clan. Not to mention the drake who should have been Jarl-Heir to ours.”

 “You can feel our life-bonds? Me, Ström, and Bjorn?” My eyebrows lift. It’s not usually possible to feel another dragon’s life-mate bonds, only one’s own. 

 “It… simmers in the air around you. Stretching towards them.” A strange look comes into his eyes. He sniffs the air near me and I see the gold in his eyes roar.

 The fiery gold of his drake.

 Clearly, Captain Olander Mortensen has some of our Blood Dragon extra-sensory gifts in his power. In another clan, he might have become a shaman rather than a warrior. 

 Here in Magnussen lands, every young drake or drakaina becomes a warrior from birth. The Captain’s unique abilities are something I note, however, if we need to use them later.

 “So are you a friend of Bjorn’s?” I challenge him now, finishing my plate and pushing it away, though I’m pretty certain I already know his answer.

 “I serve my Jarl,” he says, though he gives me a clever eyebrow lift. “I am not willing to treat a possible contender for the entire Blood Dragon Kingship badly while in my care, however, Hög Skjaldmær. You’ll get what you need here, within reason. As long as it doesn’t cross my Jarl’s orders… I shall treat you with the deference your royal station requires until the King can be contacted to sort all this out.”

 “I need my cell phone,” I say at once, then, knowing the Captain is going to play ball, albeit carefully. “And some proper warrior’s leathers, preferably from my own things. And I need to see both Bjorn and Ström, to see if they’re alright. Immediately.”

 “Two of those things I can do.” The Captain nods, though a warning look comes into his eyes now. “Your drakes must stay separated from you until the Jarl brings you all before him for questioning. I’m sorry, but those are his direct orders. He doesn’t want the three of you together until—”

 Captain Olander Mortensen cuts off, smiling wryly and shaking his head. He pushes up to standing, gazing down at me. Not one to be left sitting in the presence of drakes, I push up to standing as well, though my body is still so exhausted from everything that happened in the dragon-cairn that I barely make it.

 The Captain doesn’t reach out to steady me as I wobble. Fierce approval shines in his eyes that I need to face off with him, even though I can barely keep my feet. I see a smile tease his lips, and I know I’ve impressed the Magnussen Border Captain. With a low chuckle, he turns to go.

 “I’ll get your cell phone and your things. Be right back.”

 Before he can leave, another thought hits my mind. The entire reason we went into that dragon-cairn in the first place was left behind there.

 A place I can’t get back to now that the Magnussen Jarl is onto us.

 “The contents of the stone altar in the dragon-cairn?” I ask the Captain quickly, needing to know. “What happened to it?”

 “The Jarl confiscated it. All of it.” Captain Mortensen frowns now, though he tells me what happened to the strange arcane items and scrolls that were in that altar, which once belonged to my Bloodwalker ancestor. He turns back, a curious look on his face. “That’s what you went down there to find, wasn’t it? Everything in that altar.”

 “It was.” I nod, not seeing any reason to not tell him. “We need those things, Captain. To stop something truly heinous. A terrible creature I’ve been charged to investigate by the King himself.”

 “You’re on an investigation for the King?” Captain Mortensen’s eyebrows rise now as he blinks. “Why didn’t you say that before? That changes things.”

 “We have a Blood Seal from the King that confirms our passage through any territory we need to enter on our hunt, which is in the pocket of my vest from the cairn,” I say firmly now, knowing that being on an investigation for the King trumps whatever bad beef Bjorn has with his father and vice versa. It even trumps breaking into a forbidden heritage site, though Magnussens are deeply superstitious about their dead and wouldn’t see things that way.

 Still, it’s a card I can play, and a good one.

 But there’s been a rebellion against the King; a number of his Jarls pulled their personnel from his military and Kingsguard six months ago, citing that they didn’t like King Huttr Erdhelm’s foreign policies regarding our historical enemies, the Ice Dragons. 

 The whole thing has been a shitshow for months, leaving the military wanting and the Kingsguard crippled as they trained new people. It’s compromised security across the Lineage, allowing a massive blast to happen on an Ice Dragon-settled island, which started all this bullshit. 

 I know Jarl Oggi Magnussen was not one of the Jarls who pulled his clan’s support from the King, but he’s also one of the most powerful Jarls in the entire Blood Dragon Lineage.

 His warriors unsurpassed—if he ever decided to challenge the King.

 “I’ll bring your things, and you can find your Blood seal,” Captain Mortensen says then, watching me. “Don’t let anyone take it from you. Bring it with you when you have your audience before the Jarl; you must be the one to show it to him, in public, for him to consider it. The Jarl is a dragon who considers the pressure of public opinion in his rule. You’ll need that when you talk to him. The more ammunition you have to hit him with in front of his court, the better.”

 “Thank you,” I say now, grateful for the advice. “And the things from the cairn?” 

 “I can’t bring them to you, but know that they are safe.” The Captain nods as he watches me. “But… why do you need those things, Hög Skjaldmær? They’re nothing but a pile of oddities; historical, yes, but empty of whatever magic they once contained. And the scrolls are downright illegible; they’re all written in some dead language nobody here can decipher. Why are they so important for this investigation of yours?”

 “I don’t know yet.” I scowl now, knowing the Captain speaks the truth as I sigh. “I honestly don’t know what might aid me in killing the Black Dragon of the Usurper from that pile of magical trash. But something in there is valuable to our hunt; the Ancestors told me so.”

 I don’t tell the Captain my uncertainty about exactly who has been speaking to me from our Blood Dragon Ancestors. But my mention of the Ancestors at all has the Captain on very high alert now. Lifting an eyebrow, he peers at me.

 His eyes flaring all gold now with the power of his dragon.

 “The Ancestors themselves have charged you with this hunt? Not just our King?” he asks.

 “They have,” I respond, hearing an echo of all those dead voices screaming in my ears, like when I was down in the dragon-cairn. Kill it! They shriek at me. Because whatever the Black Dragon of the Usurper is, it decimated tens of thousands of Blood Dragons in its time, giving them terrible deaths. 

 And my ancestor created it, with my same Bloodwalker magic in her veins. 

 That knowledge sickens me now, even as it straightens my exhausted spine. I face the Captain down hard, knowing I do my Ancestors’ will as I hunt this evil thing to the ends of the earth and back, besides resolving my own need to see it die. 

 Wherever I need to go to kill it, I will, permission or not, trespassing or not. Captain Olander Mortensen sees that determination in me. He gives a slow nod.

 Then sets his fist to his chest—in a Blood Dragon salute.

 “Hög Skjaldmær, Bloodwalker of the Ancients,” he says now, with reverence, “I will fetch you the things you need. I will do everything in my power to help you in your Ancestor-bidden hunt. Though I cannot cross my Jarl. I hope you know that.”

 “I understand.” I get it that the superstitious nature of the Magnussen Clan makes the Captain deeply reverent of our Ancestors. “But how did you know I was a Bloodwalker? Lots of our shamans can contact the Ancestors.”

 “Yes, but only Bloodwalkers take multiple mates.” Captain Mortensen’s fist is still on his heart. “And a Bloodwalker’s power only calls to the strongest drakes; which is why I feel your magic calling to me. Like many Magnussens of station, I was trained in our Blood Dragon mystical arts. Bjorn and I grew up together and trained together in the Magnussen Border Guard. We also trained with the famed Bloodwalker shamaness Maryse Allbright when we were young. I knew the feel of her power, then. Just as I know the feel of yours now.”

 “Maryse is dead,” I say then, feeling like he should know, as some deep instinct fills me. “She was killed by this demon I’m chasing, the Black Dragon Usurper of the ancients.”

 “I had not heard that.” The Captain’s voice is deadly soft now, as sorrow sweeps his eyes. Tightening his fist, he pounds his heart once, twice, thrice, in a gesture of Blood Dragon mourning.

 “Kill it for me,” he says softly now, so softly it makes me wonder what his relationship with Maryse actually was long ago. “Kill whatever it is you’re chasing, which gave Maryse her demise. I will do… anything in my power to make it happen.”

 As he says it, I see love shine from his eyes now. Captain Olander Mortensen was never chosen as one of Maryse’s mates when he was young—but I see how he wished he was, back when he was training with her. 

 Love lost pummels from him in waves before he puts it away. His gaze is barren now, bleak, as he stares at me. He gives me one last deep nod before turning and walking away.

 And I know we have an ally in Jarl Oggi Magnussen’s court.

 Even if he can’t come out openly to save us.

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PRE-ORDER IS NOW OPEN! Get ready for Singe My Nights: Dragons of Blood and Bone #2

Hey everyone!

Get fired up! PRE-ORDER IS NOW AVAILABLE for Singe My Nights: Dragons of Blood and Bone #2. 🔥

Release date is March 15th.

This is a hot one, and there’s also a special giveaway this time. ❤️‍🔥

For three days only, Friday, 3/15 – Sunday, 3/17, a link will be available in the back of your ebook to enter the Launch Weekend Giveaway for a chance to win signed paperbacks PLUS a $25 Amazon gift card!

Don’t wait to grab this new book, because the giveaway ends Sunday at midnight!

If you pre-order now, Singe My Nights: Dragons of Blood and Bone #2 will be delivered instantly to your Kindle Friday, March 15th. 

It will also be FREE in Kindle Unlimited, and available in ebook and paperback on launch day. 

Reserve your copy on Amazon today!

This book was so much fun to write and I can’t wait to hear what you all think. Your support means the world to me. 🤗

Get ready for the heat!

XO Ava

COMING MARCH 15th! Singe My Nights: Dragons of Blood and Bone #2

I’m so excited!

I’ve finally finished up the last edits on Singe My Nights: Dragons of Blood and Bone #2 and it is HAWT!

Rikyava’s story with her Blood Dragon mates is really turning out to be a scorcher, and this book has one of the best endings I’ve ever written… :)

Release date is Friday, March 15th, and the pre-order will open two weeks before that.

This book will be available in ebook, paperback, and Kindle Unlimited, and I anticipate 5 or 6 books for the series.

Enjoy this first sneak peek at the beginning of chapter 1!

And get ready for the heat!

XO Ava

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CHAPTER 1 – HOME

Rage burns the dragon blood inside my veins and always has. Few things soothe it; the ocean is one of those things, as I stare out over the shining water below. I remove my motorcycle helmet and gloves as I stand on the Swedish headland; the crash of the ocean eases my inner fury. Gulls whirl and call on the rocky bluff, and a cold spring wind whips my long blonde hair in its braid. 

My sleek black Ducati stands beside me on the bluff; as I wait in my motorcycle leathers, I hear two more bikes roar up the winding coast road. Their engines cut and I feel more than hear two drakes dismount in the gusting wind, coming to me.

One my bound Bloodmate.

The other mine, but not Bloodmated to me yet.

Bjorn Magnussen’s energy roars like a forge fire as he comes to stand beside me on the promontory. My First Drake smells like good cigars and peat whiskey with honey in it, plus a scorched flavor like battlefield char as the wind blows his scent to me. 

His six-four, massively fit body vibrates with anger in his black bombardier jacket with its lambswool collar, dark jeans, and boots. His palpable anger fixes upon the fishing village of Jurggadden, nestled in the inlet’s jagged cliffs, as he stares out over the cove. 

  As he echoes my fury, both of us raging at what we’ll face there soon.

Ström Eriksson feels like the ocean wind, however, as he comes to stand at my other side. Perfectly built in his tawny bike leathers, Ström’s energy is like the brisk north wind as those gusts tease my hair. No less intense than Bjorn, Ström’s dragon-power feels like the vibrancy of a rushing river. His scent is like glacial river water with elderflower in it as it hits my tongue, brisk and fresh. 

A drake of bright humor but deep thoughts, Ström is unusually quiet today. I feel his tension, even though I can only sense a whisper of his thoughts, since we’re not Bloodbound yet. Like Bjorn and me, Ström’s considering the fact that a lot of potential enemies could be in the village below us right now.

Everyone who’s anyone, gathering for my mentor Maryse Allbright’s wakes this week. 

At my signal to get going, we break from our trio, donning helmets and gloves and returning to our bikes. I fire up my Ducati, turning it hard and peeling out, back to the winding coast road. 

Bjorn and Ström roar out fast behind me, to head down into the village of Jurggadden. I resist seething up into my rageful dragon now as we head down into the town. Usually a sleepy fishing inlet, this town is nevertheless the hub for the surrounding countryside with its festivals. 

Done up to the nines for Beltane, the village is a riot of flowers, colorful ribbons, and party lights strung from every thatched roof and white silberskrae timber. All the rustic Viking lodge-houses have flowers and streamers overwhelming their ingresses, lights cascading between the houses into the city-center and down the steep, winding causeway to the wharf. 

Beltane is a gay time, the best festival of the year here. The beauty and light of this week’s festivities are only marred by portraits of Maryse around town, draped in colorful streamers and flowers for her passing. 

Black crow feathers and white ones from gulls are woven into those streamers, to speed Maryse’s flight to the Void of Ancestors. She was a pillar of the community, and a member of the Black Dragon Knights, the covert ruling body that commands every aspect of Blood Dragon life, even more so than our King. 

That my drakes and I are part of also—subject to their orders, though we may hate it.

I feel not just my loss but everyone’s now, as Bjorn, Ström, and I park our bikes and cut their engines before Maryse’s traditional lodge-house near the highest edge of town, backed by the cliffs. Flowers engulf the porch, streamers and feathers everywhere; we have to palm them aside to get to the open front door, servants coming and going as they prepare for a family wake tonight. It’s darker inside the lofty hall than out in the bright, spring day. As I enter, I blink to adjust my vision.

And am accosted into a massive bear hug.

Trublut Lakkvie growls with delight, heaving me up and spinning me around before setting me back down. He’s dressed in black tactical gear, combat boots, and a white wolf pelt like always; his kind lavender eyes beam in his grizzled, battle-scarred face. Basically my father since my teens, he’s not even that much bigger than me. The strength in the wiry Trublut is massive, though, as he roars with joy, clapping my shoulders and kissing cheeks.

He crams me into another of his big hugs then, as if we haven’t seen each other in ages. He knew I was coming; I called yesterday telling him we’d be here for Maryse’s send-off, and also to talk with him about a Bloodbonding ceremony she mentioned in her last words to me, to help bond my drakes better and gain more control over my Bloodwalker power. Everything with Trublut is like this, though, as he roars with laughter to see me, despite his beloved lifemate’s passing. 

A heart as wide as the sky—and arms that hold the world.

“Rikyava! Darling girl. You made it. Good, good,” Trublut says in his thick Swedish accent as he grins at me, then winks at my two mates. “And you brought your drakes. Good. A Blood Dragon drakaina should have a few drakes with her for Beltane. Should she not?”

I blush instantly. Trublut has always been very frank about sex, and though I am a grown-ass woman now, it still embarrasses me. I brush my innate squeamishness aside, however. I fuck; I like it. 

And I want to do it with both drakes now lingering beside me. 

As Ström laughs in surprised delight and Bjorn gets uncomfortable, sticking a hand out to Trublut like he’s taking me to the prom, Trublut laughs and slaps them both on the shoulders.

“Younglings! Come inside. You’ve arrived just in time for tonight’s family party. Khosh has the feast cooked already and Vjen and I were just working on Maryse’s send-off net. There is much to do before her send-off to the Ancestors in three days. But first, you must go get changed! Our party starts in half an hour and you do not want to be late to the drinking. Yes?”

As Trublut grips my men’s shoulders, then mine, giving me a kind smile, I finally see the sadness in him. It grips my heart as my own ache returns it; he sees my agony and pulls me into a gentler hug now. He holds me as we breathe together for a moment. 

Then pushes back, cupping my cheeks with his rough hands.

“Yes. Yes.” He smiles. “Let the sadness flow, Rikyava. For if we do not, it lingers in the heart, devouring us. And we need our hearts to be alive, to celebrate with those who are still with us. Let your sorrow move you like a great tide and set you free. Yes?”

“Yes,” I say, even as I smile back tears. I don’t want to lose it right now, but I want to cry for my mentor’s passing. Though I loved her, Maryse and I had been on the rocks these past twenty years, because of how I thought she pushed me away after my sister’s coup against our King. Little did I know Maryse was protecting me from danger; perhaps even from inside the Black Dragon Knight’s High Council, to whom I used to report.

Danger we’re all in now—though we have no clue where it’s coming from.

As we follow Trublut into the house, I put danger and intrigue aside, for now. We’re here to help Maryse’s soul go to the Void of Ancestors with her wakes and final send-off this week; as we enter the house, I see the long, Viking-style lodge hall is much the same as when I was last here a week ago. 

Rustic and comfortable yet elegant, built in a traditional style with a ginormous fire pit in the center and a venting hole far above, Maryse’s abode with her mates is made of soaring silberskrae timbers that create vaults like a ship far above. Suites of rooms sprout off the sprawling main area, with heavily carved white wooden doors; every timber and beam are lovingly decorated with Blood Dragons in battle and celebration. 

Our classic rune-language tells ancient stories of valor as it winds around every pillar, even on to the elegant yet rustic wooden furniture. The hay and cedar scent of the longhouse contrasts with a sharp, musky incense that wafts through the gables from beautiful silver censers that smoke blue-white as they hang from the eaves. 

Bearskin rugs and wool blankets are everywhere on the driftwood-carved couches and chairs; the polished timber floors are covered with massive, woven rugs. Charms of feathers, driftwood, nautical rope, and dragon scale dangle from every vaulted window and door. 

To push back darkness and keep evil away.

A dozen massive trestle-tables are laden with food and drink around the perimeter of the hall now, however, in preparation for tonight’s wake. This evening’s party is only a family affair, but more food is still coming from the kitchens—a veritable feast being prepared for tonight. 

When Blood Dragons party, they party hard; since so many of us die in epic battles thanks to our Berserker nature, we celebrate life rather than mourn death. Only after we have thoroughly celebrated our dead do we send them off to the Ancestors. 

As lively music starts outside in the town, I know tonight is about to get crazy. Because we’re celebrating not only Maryse’s life this night, but also the start of Beltane. The entire village is going to get roaring drunk in an hour or less, as the sun sets.

And I plan on being one of them…

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PRE-ORDER NOW OPEN! Burn My Heart: Dragons of Blood and Bone #1

Who is ready for a smokin’ hot new series!?

Burn My Heart: Dragons of Blood and Bone #1 is NOW AVAILABLE to pre-order on Amazon – click here to pre-order today!

So many of you expressed an interest in a series for Rikyava, the bad-ass Blood Dragon best friend of Layla Price from the Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco series.

As I was writing the Royal Dragons series, I found myself really loving Rikyava and was excited to explore her story in a full spinoff series.

I can’t wait to share this first book in her story with all of you!

A spicy, slow-burn reverse harem dragon shifter romance with fated mates, enemies-to-lovers, and a kickass heroine, the Dragons of Blood and Bone series is for mature audiences who like their dragons hot! I am hoping to eventually extend this into a 5-6 book series.

Official release date is Friday, December 1st, 2023.

Get ready for the heat!

XO Ava

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NEW EXCERPT & PRE-ORDER! Golden Dragon Bind: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #9

Ooooh, it’s almost here!

Golden Dragon Bind: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #9 – the final book in the Royal Dragons series – is nearly finished and will go live on Amazon, in Kindle Unlimited, and in paperback Friday, October 16th!

I’m super excited for this book, which wraps up the series, though I am planning a few stand-alone novels with the Royal Dragons and possibly even ANOTHER series with them in the future – more on that soon. :)

This book concludes the long-awaited final conflict with Hunter, Layla’s Royal Dragon Bind enemy – there are big battles in this one, hot action, and LOTS of intimacy between Layla and her men as the talons come out.

Please enjoy this excerpt from the book, which is available to pre-order here.

XO Ava

***SPOILER ALERT! READ NO FURTHER IF YOU DON’T WANT PLOT POINTS EXPOSED FOR BOOK #9!***

CHAPTER 1 – ROAR

As Layla Price strode through the halls of the Red Letter Hotel Paris, her thoughts were on battle. Though impressed as always at the Hotel’s transformation for a Grand Masquerade, the Palace of Versailles’ French Baroque marble halls in the Twilight Realm resplendent with summer garlands, she could hardly admire the opulence. Moving briskly towards the Hotel Head’s office, summoned for a war-council by her Bound Royal Dragons this afternoon, Layla could feel the star-bright energy of the Bind pulling her towards her drakes as she moved down the ornate halls.

Calling her forward into battle.

Wearing a stretchy burgundy lace cocktail dress with black lace shoulders and blush patent-leather heels, her sable curls pulled up into a chignon, Layla was comfortable in the midsummer heat. Exquisite flower garlands wrapped around the columns; decadent blooms crowding the cupolas for the Litha Bonfire in two days’ time at summer solstice. Gilded braziers were ready to be lit for solstice night, and bonfires had been set up in the gardens, the primary one directly behind the Hotel. Gazing out a bank of windows to the rose gardens, Layla saw the main edifice waiting to burn – five stories tall and fashioned into a massive Desert Dragon raking talons at an unseen foe. Smiling, Layla noted her Royal Golden Siren and Hotel Head Reginald Durant’s intention – that the largest fire of the night show their fierce resistance against their enemy Hunter.

When he came to attack them on solstice night. 

Turning in to the Hotel’s Administration Wing, Layla stepped quickly towards a glowing ember in her heart, Bound by a bright coil of love. Her Royal Desert Dragon mate Adrian Rhakvir’s signature was ever-present inside her since they had re-Bound a week ago and he had been named the Desert Dragon King-Heir. Layla could feel him anywhere in the world now that they’d rejoined with the Star Bind at Wahdi Atlamenta, like they were standing in the same room together. It was like breathing golden fire through her entire body as Layla knocked on the Hotel Head’s office door with its ornate fleur-de-lis, then stepped inside.

Finding her Royal Dragon mates within.

This meeting wasn’t an official battle-planning session, only a progress update Layla had been summoned for by Adrian just now through the Bind. Layla and her men had been at it constantly this past week since Hunter had attacked the Hidden City of Petra. As she entered the vaulted French Baroque office with its massive bay windows and sky-blue drapes, Layla admired how the office had been remodeled with oil paintings of krakens and sea-Dragons by the Hotel Head, her Royal Golden Siren Reginald Durant. 

But it wasn’t Reginald who commanded her attention as she entered. Stepping away from the unlit fireplace, her primary mate Adrian Rhakvir came to greet Layla first as she arrived. Dressed in a charcoal grey vest and trousers with a turquoise pocket square, the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to display his black, gold, and red Desert Dragon leadership tattoos on his forearms. Adrian’s vivid Mediterranean-blue eyes pinned Layla with a sexy tension as he bent his tall, lean frame down to kiss her. For a moment, everyone in the room disappeared as Adrian’s scorching cinnamon-jasmine winds devoured Layla, diving in through her lips as they rushed around her, stroking her everywhere. 

Rising with a hot growl in her throat, Layla’s Desert drakaina was just as eager to greet her primary mate. As Adrian wound her in his arms for a long moment, oblivious to everyone else present, Layla kissed him back, passionately. Heat scorched her veins, lifting a wind of gold, white, red, and turquoise etheric fire in the room. Though it burned nothing, that wind swirled the drapes, flooding summer sunlight through the office as they kissed. 

“Hi.” Adrian breathed as he at last pulled away, nuzzling her nose. “Glad you could make it.”

“Me, too.” Layla spoke as her heart hammered. “Give me more than five minutes’ warning next time though, huh?”

“Sure.” He answered as a small smile curled his perfect lips.

But then Layla’s Royal Golden Siren Reginald Durant was moving out from behind his stout desk to welcome her with a kiss also; just as loving, but brief today. Succinct but tender, Reginald was in business mode as his deep waters churned through their Bind. Dressed in an elegant tan vest and trousers with gold pinstripes, his long golden hair was clipped half-back, showing his sharply exquisite features as he smiled at her – tense.

As her Crystal Dragon King Dusk Arlohaim moved in next, Layla gave him a smile. Wearing a slim midnight blue Italian suit, plus diamond cufflinks and a Rolex that brought out the bright diamond-sapphire of his eyes, light refracted through Dusk’s dark hair as he enjoyed his kiss. Standing near the fireplace, Layla’s best friend and Head of the Hotel Guard Rikyava Andersen nodded to Layla as Layla finished kissing Dusk. Fighter-statuesque with her long Swedish-blonde braid pulled over the shoulder of her crimson 1800’s Guardsman uniform, Rikyava was armed to the teeth with obsidian Dragon-killing blades that glimmered violet. 

And as Layla finished greeting everyone, she saw who was making her lovers and friend irate today in the Hotel Head’s office. The Master Vampire Quindici DaPonti – who gave Layla an elegant nod from where he stood in front of Reginald’s desk. 

“Layla. Good to see you.”

“Quinn.” Layla blinked as she returned to Adrian and he wrapped an arm around her. “I didn’t know you were coming to help with the battle.”

“Reginald asked for my help. So I’m here.” Tall and regal, Quindici DaPonti was an enigma; Layla still didn’t understand him even though she’d trusted him often enough. As he turned to her, his short waves of dark russet hair were expertly styled, his onyx eyes penetratingly intense, a flash of red-copper blazing in both as he stood in the sun’s rays. Dressed in a charcoal jacket and slacks with a crisp black shirt, he wore a blood-crimson pocket square along with a plethora of gold men’s rings. A dark nimbus of power flowed around him in the day, devouring the light. As Quinn glanced to Reginald, returned behind the desk, Reginald lifted a straight golden eyebrow at him. From the firm set of Reginald’s jaw, his eyes a frosty blue, Layla could tell her Royal Golden Siren wasn’t liking this discussion.

Whatever it was about. 

“I asked for you to organize Guard reinforcements for the upcoming battle, Quinn.” Reginald spoke now, continuing their conversation. “Not bring your entire Dark Haven of Florence here like you did when you arrived last night.”

“My Dark Haven Vampires make up the bulk of the Florence Hotel’s Guard, Reginald.” Quinn addressed Reginald now, returning to what was apparently an argument between them. “I have arranged for a number of Guardsmen from other Hotels to arrive in the next few days before solstice, but on such short notice, you get what you get. My Florentine Vampires are tremendous fighters. Are you saying you would refuse our aid?”

“No, I’m not saying that.” Reginald spoke sharply. “But I’ve seen how your Guard operate.”

“Yeah, brutal is putting it elegantly.” Rikyava snorted now as she crossed her arms, staring Quinn down.

“Are you saying my Vampires are too brutal to have on your Hotel’s grounds?” Quindici spoke dangerously to both Rikyava and Reginald as his dark aura swirled around him. “Because you know I have my younger brethren well in hand, Aldo. They are not Revenants.”

“I know, Quinn.” Reginald passed a hand over his eyes now in a gesture Layla had never seen, frustrated and irate all at once. “It’s just that Rikyava and I are already receiving complaints from allies who have remained to fight that your Vampires are terrifying them almost to the point of abandoning the Hotel and going elsewhere to wait this out.” 

“Some of them are my own Guard.” Rikyava spoke up again with a severe eyeball at Quinn.

“It’s not my fault your Paris allies lack courage. Or your Guard.” Quinn spoke with a cutting edge now as he glanced to Rikyava, a scathing tone in his voice before he looked back to Reginald. “Love is war, Aldo. The Florence Hotel has never allowed perfumed weaklings in its ranks.”

“Yet we at the Paris Hotel uphold that love is love, Quinn – not war.” Adrian spoke up now from where he and Layla stood. “The original tenets of the entire Hotel organization.”

“An organization we’ve discovered was begun by Hunter.” Quinn turned his ire upon Adrian as he raised a caustic russet eyebrow, his dark aura cool as it licked over Layla’s skin. “An experiment to unite the world, but why did Hunter abandon it? Because he knew love is weak without dominance behind it.”

“You can believe that if you want to.” Adrian spoke back, matching Quinn’s dark iciness with a formidable power of his own. “But Reginald and I and everyone else who works here at the Paris Hotel don’t see it that way. Love becomes stronger when we all work together – and power does, too. Domination only leads to fracturing in the ranks.”

“As we’re already seeing with your Vampires intimidating everyone else here in just a scant twelve hours.” Rikyava snorted again, though Reginald held a hand out to her now.

“Domination gets things done.” Quinn spoke with the deep chill of the grave as he looked back to Reginald. “It is efficient.”

“Domination is the tactic Hunter uses, Quinn.” Reginald spoke quietly now, a fierce intensity on his face. “And if you want to work that way… then we don’t need you.”

Layla held her breath at Reginald’s sudden ultimatum against their longtime ally, watching her Royal Golden Siren and the Florentine Master Vampire stare each other down. Suddenly, she understood why Adrian had summoned her, as Reginald’s powers contested with Quinn’s in the bright afternoon. A drowning swirl of Reginald’s etheric golden Siren-energy crashed against Quinn’s dark nimbus; for a moment, Layla actually saw the two powers fight in the room with dark flare of wrath and shining swirl of etheric water. 

As if Quinn’s dark power was trying to wrestle Reginald’s bright seas into submission, both magics heaved up in a wrathful contest, and Layla felt an old feud in it. Standing by, she felt for a moment how intensely strong Quinn was – in a way he’d never shown before. But drawing upon the steady energies of Layla, Adrian, and Dusk, Reginald suddenly overcame his feuding with Quinn. And with a hammering sweep of the Bind, Reginald washed that contest away – his vast etheric waters rushing out and surrounding Quinn.

Confining the Vampire’s darkness.

“You dominate me at last.” Quinn’s smile was cold as he stared Reginald down, and only then did Layla realize she’d been watching a battle of wills and mind-magics as the Master Vampire and Royal Siren engaged. Something Adrian had anticipated and wanted her here to help with when he’d summoned her just five minutes ago. “Fine. I will command my Vampires to be less overbearing with your people. But we are not the monsters you think us. I hope someday to impress that upon you.”

“Indeed.” Reginald spoke, easing his etheric magic around Quindici like a tsunami rolling back now. “We will have a conversation about all this once Hunter’s threat is over. In the meantime, I thank you for your efforts on behalf of the Red Letter Hotel Paris.”

“I do this for you, Aldo. Never think otherwise.” Quinn spoke bluntly then, staring Reginald down as his dark nimbus gave one last impressive swirl. And then he turned, nodding stiffly to Adrian and everyone else as he flowed to the door and moved out, closing the door so firmly behind him it was nearly a slam. A dark aura permeated the space for a long moment, as if Quinn had left some of his black mood behind to drain all joy from the day. But with a wash of sea-gold energy, Reginald banished the last of the Vampire’s power. Taking a deep breath, Reginald looked over as Adrian curled Layla to his side.

“Thank you. All of you.” Reginald spoke softly as he watched Layla, Adrian, and Dusk. “It’s not easy for me to face Quindici sometimes, and be strong with him.”

“No problem.” Adrian spoke back as he and Reginald shared an accord that was new between them since Reginald had pushed Adrian at Wahdi Atlamenta to show his true power.

“Well, I suppose that was a win.” Rikyava spoke with a snort, one hand resting on her rapier as if she’d wanted to use it. “Who knows what Quinn getting his Vampires to be less overbearing means, but at least maybe it won’t drive our allies off before the fight in two days.”

“So what’s up Quinn’s butt?” Layla asked, having never seen him so irate.

“The fact that he wants me but can’t have me.” Reginald spoke succinctly, though his voice was decidedly warmer now as he came out from his power-position behind the desk. Moving over, Reginald stroked Layla’s cheek with his knuckles, then kissed her on the lips far more tenderly than when she’d first arrived. “Quinn has desired me a long while, Layla. But he does not see himself as a person who can have true love, only dominate others, and so it frustrates him that I am no longer submissive to him. I have discovered true love with you in the Bind, whereas Quinn doesn’t understand that equal sharing of hearts. I no longer function in a hierarchy of dominance and submission with my loves; and Quinn doesn’t know how to be that way with me.”

“But he’s helping the Paris Hotel because he wants you back,” Layla understood suddenly.

“Yes, Quinn does nothing without personal motivation.” Reginald spoke as he brushed one of Layla’s sable curls back from her face. “And while I appreciate his help, there is no room in the Bind for someone like him, who believes only in dominance and not love.”

“Just like Hunter.” Layla spoke back with a sigh, knowing what Reginald was getting at, yet hating that every conversation turned back to their enemy these days.

“Indeed.” Reginald replied as he smiled softly.

Just then, a knock came at the doors, breaking Layla and Reginald’s moment as she felt a deep wave of silver-dark oceanic energy flow through the room. As her Royal Silver Siren Fury Durant entered, Layla was mesmerized for a moment by Reginald’s twin, just as elegantly beautiful as his brother though more sensually moon-dark. With his long silver hair braided loosely over one shoulder, he was intensely poetic, dressed in a dove grey three-piece suit with a midnight blue tie and pocket square that matched his dark blue eyes. As he entered, the massive power of Fury’s tremendous oceanic Siren-drake washed him to Layla for a deep kiss before he turned to the others.

“Layla, everyone. I’ve received an update from our sister Leni just now over the phone.” Fury spoke in his sensually musical voice, lovely as the deepest currents of the ocean. The Siren’s half-sister Leniana Morregain was Queen at their clan-home of Deep Harbor in the North Sea, helping to house non-combatants until things were over with Hunter. 

“What did Leni say?” Layla asked, blinking to break her trance at Fury’s ridiculous beauty. 

“She’s found space for all our non-combatants in the Siren’s underwater grottoes.” Fury continued with a soft smile now, knowing the effect he had on Layla. “They’re being protected by her best warriors, though she says it leaves few people to send us for the fight. But as of now, innocents from Château de Chambord, Deep Harbor, the Scandinavian Blood Dragon cities, Manadora, and the Paris Hotel are safe undersea. As for our allies, Storm Dragon fighters from France and the British Isles have already departed from Deep Harbor. They’re en route here, though Rhennic’s making one last stop at Chambord to leave instructions for his Lightning-Strikers defending the palace.”

“My Crystal Dragon non-combatants are in our caverns also,” Dusk spoke up briskly now, adding to Fury’s report. “Our cities are emptied except those left to protect them; my mother Sky Arlohaina is coordinating the underground. And as of this morning, Adrian’s and King Lethou Mathii’s Desert Dragon non-combatants are also in our care, in caverns near Wahdi Atlamenta.”

“Good.” Adrian nodded. “Riad Rhakvir and Wahdi Atlamenta are emptied now, except for a few protectors. King Mathii and his Black Spear Dragons arrived here this morning, along with Rachida, Emir, and my best Wind-Warders from Morocco.”

“My uncle King Huttr Erdhelm and our Scandinavian Blood Dragons got in last night.” Rikyava added also now. “And Jenna Ostlheim and Lars Kurs in Concierge Services have rooms ready for the Storm Dragons when they arrive.”

“Good.” Fury nodded to Rikyava with a flash of silver in his dark blue eyes, the look of his Siren-drake ready for a fight. “I’ll contact Rhennic and let him know when we’re finished here.”

“Sure ’nuff hot stuff.” Rikyava winked back, and Layla watched them share an accord. The closer they got to battle, the more Rikyava and Fury had both become almost viciously cavalier, as if both were looking forward to the fight ahead. Dusk shared their battle-ready eagerness, and as Rikyava slapped Dusk’s shoulder now, she glanced to him and Fury. “Hey. We’ve got a breather this afternoon. You two wanna practice fighting down in the Guardhall? We could work with blades again, make it some really fun trouble.”

“Wouldn’t miss it.” Dusk grinned back, though Fury only gave a nod, his eyes shining silver. 

“Wait. Forbidden blades?” Holding a hand out, Layla stopped Rikyava. “The fuck? You’re going to practice with Dragon-killing weapons on my men?”

“Chill, Layla. We’ve been practicing with them all week.” Rikyava winked at her now. “Dusk and Fury can each withstand ten strikes per hour now. And they’re healing in under three minutes.”

“Dusk, Fury, why didn’t you tell me?” Astounded that they’d been doing such dangerous combat-training, Layla blinked incredulously at her mates. 

“Easy, Layla.” Dusk spoke back as he corralled her around the waist, pulling her away from Adrian. Holding her close, he sent a soothing rumble into her. “We’re doing fine. And if Hunter Binds any of the Desert Dragon King Lethou Mathii’s Black Spear Dragons against us, we’ll need to know how fast we can recover from poison. Don’t worry, we’re holding back enough that we have strength to heal.”

“I know, just…” Layla protested as she smoothed her hands down his lapels. “I worry about you. All of you.”

“We worry about you, too.” Dusk smiled sweetly as he kissed her lips. “But you’re a ball-busting powerhouse of a drakaina and we’re ovary-busting powerhouses of drakes. You’ve got to let us flex our muscles for battle, Layla.”

“Just as we trust you to do, too.” Fury spoke up also. 

Fury had a point, and taking a deep breath as Dusk held her, Layla absorbed it. Nothing was assured in this upcoming battle; and no one’s life was, either. If they were going to fight Hunter, they had to bring it – and Layla knew everyone practicing close to their edge would make their Bind stronger when battle came. Still, her drakaina gave a roar of fire through her veins with a scorched bourbon-orange scent, worrying about her drakes fighting with deadly poison. But Hunter and his army of Royal Dragon Binds were deadlier still – and as Layla looked to Adrian and Reginald and then back to Fury and Dusk, she saw that knowledge in them all.

“We’ve got to bring our A-game at solstice, huh?” Layla spoke with a wry smile.

“Good thing we have an A-Team to do it with.” Dusk grinned tenderly down at her. 

As her Bound men’s energies smoothed through her with a deep, loving support now, Layla cinched an arm around Dusk, reaching out to clasp Adrian’s hand. But even as she did, she suddenly felt a massive roar hit her through the Bind. Reeling, her fingers clamped hard upon Adrian as all her men staggered from that roar. 

And as a vision suddenly opened up through them all, Layla saw it was her Royal Storm Dragon Rhennic Erdhelm far away in the Loire Valley who had roared through them. A view of a storm-dark sky suddenly filled them; Rhennic rushing up fast into his massive Royal Storm Drake with another terrible, thundering roar. As Layla watched, Dragons of all kinds came flooding out of a black rift in the sky over Château de Chambord, home of the Storm Dragons of Europe. 

As Rhennic engaged Hunter in battle.

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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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NEW EXCERPT! Desert Dragon's Hunt: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #7

Oooh, the new book is on its way!

I’m very excited to bring you an excerpt today from the newest book in the Royal Dragon series, Desert Dragon’s Hunt: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #7.

CAUTION: SPOILER ALERT! READ ON AT YOUR OWN RISK! :)

In this book, Layla is still reeling from losing her Dragon-powers after her battle with Hunter at the end of book 6.

At the beginning of this book, she works with Rake André to do deep meditations and find out why her Dragon-powers aren’t available, even though she feels they aren’t completely lost.

But though I love the start of this book and Layla’s time with Rake, I really love this chapter here, in which Dusk and Adrian decide to surprise Layla with a Caribbean vacation to ease the tension they’ve all been under.

Enjoy the chapter, and I will post more news soon!

Tentative release for this book is JULY 2020.

XO Ava

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CHAPTER 6 – HUMAN

Dressed in a beige vest and slacks plus russet oxfords and a white collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up, Adrian pulled down chic sunglasses as Layla ran down the jet’s steps. He was already laughing as she threw herself into his arms, kissing him with abandon and feeling him devour her back. For the first time in two weeks, not having her Dragon active was surprisingly okay; Layla simply reveled in the feel of Adrian’s ultra-fit, lean body and his ridiculously soft, smooth lips. She loved the way his long hands splayed at her waist, the way his tall, iron-hard body bent into hers to kiss her deeper. His desert winds teased her lips as he kissed her, playing with her hair and stroking her collarbones. As she finally pulled back, breathless, Adrian was breathing hard also, growling a sexy chuckle at her lips.

“Wow! So I guess you figured some things out with Rake this week.” Adrian smiled deeply, his Mediterranean-blue eyes sparkling in the bright day as he nuzzled her nose.

“I did.” Layla grinned, feeling so light her heart might burst to be in Adrian’s arms. Nuzzling his nose back, she grinned. “And I am really looking forward to this vacation you and Dusk planned.”

“It was all Dusk, actually.” Adrian smiled, corralling her closer with his strong hands. “Shall we get to the resort?”

“Totally.” Kissing him one last time, Layla pulled back. Though a chauffeur in a breezy white Caribbean suit stood nearby, Dusk slung their bags in the Bentley’s trunk and slammed it, as Adrian slung an arm around Layla’s waist.

“Everything all set at the resort, Adrian?” Dusk asked with a cheeky smile and a wink, as if further surprises awaited. 

“All set.” Adrian spoke back with a sly glance to Layla and a smile nearly as devious as Dusk’s as his Mediterranean blue eyes twinkled. “We’re going to have one hell of a vacation. Provided you like sand, sun, sex, and booze, of course.”

“Well, it just so happens I love all those things.” Layla spoke cheekily back, slinging an arm around Dusk now in addition to Adrian and pinning him close to her other side. “But mostly, I like the both of you.”

“Cheeky drakaina.” Dusk growled brightly as he kissed her lips. “Let’s go. I am getting out of this stuffy suit at the first opportunity and into some jams for the beach!”

“But I like your suit!” Layla protested with a laugh as they stepped to the car. 

“I like it, too.” Dusk grinned at her. “But wearing one every day and most nights ruling as Crystal Dragon King has made me look forward to beach wear, we’ll put it that way.”

As the chauffeur opened the door to the backseat, Adrian slid in with Layla and Dusk, rather than take the passenger side like he normally did. All three cuddled together in the back with Layla in the middle as the driver fired up the car and they pulled away from the tarmac. Reaching over Dusk, Layla hit the button to roll down the window so she could smell the ocean, and Adrian did the same on the other side. Cuddling back into Adrian, Layla turned so she slung her legs up over Dusk’s lap as they drove from the airport through a swath of trees and onto a road that wound along the coast. 

Sun dappled the car as a warm Caribbean breeze wafted through with the scent of the ocean. Layla heaved a deep sigh as Adrian wound her into his arms and Dusk curled her bare legs close, stroking her ankles as they drove. All were silent a while, simply settling into their mutual closeness. It had been five days since Layla had last seen them, and though the time hadn’t been all that long, it felt like years. She’d been such a ball of tortured sadness and confusion ever since the battle, that she’d eschewed close time with them. And though her drakaina still wasn’t in her veins, Layla could feel both Adrian and Dusk’s deep relief that she’d found her balance again at the canyon, and her tenderness. 

Cuddling back into Adrian, Layla devoured the way his soft lips whispered over her cheek, and the way she could feel him smile as his nose nuzzled into her hair. Dusk’s warm hands were smooth as he stroked her calves and then suddenly gripped her ankles.

Making Layla writhe as Adrian’s hand tightened around her ribs.

“Oh, don’t do that.” Layla breathed as her heart hammered fast, a very natural human flush taking her. “We’re not going to see the island if you both do that.”

“It’s been a while since all three of us last got to do that.” Dusk rumbled with a sexy chuckle, leaning more against the door of the car so he could watch Layla and Adrian with a dark delight in his sapphire eyes. 

“Maybe we miss it.” Adrian murmured sexily at her cheek as he nuzzled her hair again. “Maybe we like you feeling calm and bright again, even if your drakaina isn’t calling us. There’s a lot more between the three of us than just hot magic, Layla.”

Layla could feel the truth of Adrian’s words as he palmed her ribs, massing her in a way that was possessive and oh-so-good as he nuzzled her neck. Dusk was growling as he watched Adrian’s attentions – slipping a hand up Layla’s thigh and gripping her, hard. The combined sensation of their strength made Layla writhe, her heart beating fast in her chest. They’d not made love since Layla had lost her magic; she’d just not felt into it, and they hadn’t pushed. 

But now, lust was surfacing between all three of them, and Layla felt how all of them missed it – Dragon-power or no. And though her drakaina didn’t rise to her men’s scintillating possession of her as Adrian kissed her neck with his soft lips and Dusk massaged her thigh with his strong hands, theirs did. The hot scent of Adrian’s cinnamon-jasmine wind swirled through the car as a low roll of Dusk’s power shuddered the Bentley like an expertly installed subwoofer. The combination left Layla breathless as she writhed between them.

A very human passion surging in her veins.

But there was no time for anything else as they suddenly arrived at the resort. A beautiful island resort with natural groundskeeping that used native trees and flowers in an artful riot, they’d come to an old-world French Colonial building. Massive, the sprawling antique building had extensive grounds and a wrought-iron fence out front, bordering a circular drive with a fountain full of flowers and vines. As the chauffeur opened the doors and the three of them came untangled, Adrian helping Layla out with Dusk exiting from the other side, Layla saw they had arrived at a private section of cove with a deep inlet. 

And a lovely bay of bright Caribbean-blue ocean. 

Surrounded by forest, Layla saw incredible huts and yurts, tree-houses and more cascading up the mountains that rose from the waterline. Like a jungle paradise by the sea, the sight took Layla’s breath away as the chauffeur got their bags, then led them to a beautiful wrought-iron ingress with two gates between the driveway and the sprawling main house. Beyond each of the closed gates, an impeccably-dressed butler in a white linen vest and trousers waited, watching them as they arrived. With a blink, Layla realized both men – and the chauffeur – wore the classic red ‘R’ pins of the Red Letter Hotel.

Glancing at Adrian, the chauffeur spoke in a cultured Caribbean accent. “Twilight side or human side, sirrah?” 

“Ladies’ choice.” With a renegade smile, Adrian looked to Layla. “We have the same group of suites booked in both.”

“What?” Layla blinked, seeing both Dusk and Adrian grin at her now and not understanding. 

“The Red Letter Hotel Antigua has both a Twilight Realm side and a Human Realm side,” the chauffeur explained to her kindly as he gestured to each of the gates in turn. “Dragons are welcome at both, provided they maintain an appropriate glamour on the human side, if needed.” This last was spoken directly to Dusk, who nodded at the chauffeur with understanding.

“I don’t know.” Blinking, Layla glanced to Dusk. “Have you been here? Which side is better?”

“The Twilight side has better services,” Dusk gave her with a cheeky lift of one eyebrow, “but the human side’s activities at night are more fun. Rowdier bar. You know. More tequila and rum.”

“Can we go between both?” Layla asked, glancing to their chauffeur.

“Of course, madame.” The man smiled kindly. “It is one of the perks of this Hotel, that any guest may move as they please between Realms and enjoy both sides. But unfortunately, we can only set you up in guest rooms in one place at a time. Though since you have the same suites booked on both sides, if you’d like to switch your rooms to the other Realm after a night or two, it can be arranged.”

Cocking her head, Layla thought about it. She’d spent so much time in the Twilight Realm lately that some part of her was actually looking forward to having a mostly normal human vacation. It was the Red Letter Hotel of course, so it would be ridiculously opulent either way. But Layla had never had a ridiculously opulent human-world vacation. When she’d been in grad school and doing her PhD, she’d not had the money, and when she’d been dating that train wreck Gavin Abernathy, he’d always promised to take her someplace nice but never done it. Since she’d met Adrian and Dusk, it had been all Twilight Realm all the time except for a few short excursions. And now, with her Dragon slumbering inside her, Layla suddenly realized she would quite enjoy a human vacation. 

A sunny, fun, drunken, sexy, and relatively normal human vacation.

“Human side.” She spoke decisively, as Dusk and Adrian both grinned.

“Human side it is.” The chauffeur nodded with a kind smile. 

And then he was moving to the right-hand gate, nodding to the butler behind it. With a professional smile, the butler opened the gate, stepping back and welcoming their trio in with a deep bow. As they moved through, Layla didn’t feel the rush or whine of passing through Realms. Stepping into the lush gardens beyond the gate, she saw the second path with its butler and gate had vanished, leaving only theirs. And as she looked around the gorgeously unchanged view, smelling the normal scents of ocean and flowers and sun, something inside Layla eased in relief.

She smiled wide, feeling her entire body suddenly beam with excitement. “Crazy human vacation, here we come! First thing: where’s the rum?”

“On its way!” Dusk laughed as Adrian laughed also. “Come on, wild woman. Let’s head inside and get checked in.”

Everything was bright and exciting as the butler led them up the sprawling main steps of the beautifully royal French Colonial mansion with its tall white columns and wide, sprawling verandas. Stepping inside, everything was smooth mahogany wood and ornate rattan, with silk loungers in bright Caribbean prints, potted ferns, and flowering vines in a riot everywhere. Rattan fans whooshed above, antique Tiffany floor lamps of wrought-iron and colorful glass providing a splendid mood. 

As they approached the broad mahogany desk – which Layla saw was the welcome desk, Concierge desk, and bellhop’s station all at once – a tall man with lovely dark skin and incredibly long, glossy black dreadlocks looked up. Dressed in a tan and white vest and trousers like the rest of the staff but with a ruby and diamond pin on his vest, he gave a hearty laugh with a singsong lilt to it, flashing a brilliantly white smile below his lovely onyx eyes. Rounding the desk, he embraced Dusk like a brother, slapping his back. And then shook Adrian’s hand solidly with a grin before giving Layla a deep, reverent bow.

“Well!” He exclaimed in a flowing baritone deep as the sea. “I never thought the Crystal Dragon King Dusk Arlohaim and the Moroccan Desert Dragon Clan First Adrian Rhakvir would choose my most humble side of our grand establishment!”

“Parties are more fun on your side, Florian.” Dusk beamed, grinning to beat the band as he gestured to Layla. “But actually, Layla chose.”

“I am humbled to the roots of my fins, Ms. Layla Price, Royal Dragon Bind.” The man nodded to her now. It was then that Layla saw a shimmer of ear-fins beside his sleek dreadlocks and gill slits beneath his lobes, disguised by a glamour, and realized he was a Saltwater Merman. “Please, allow me to introduce myself. Florian DeVray, Hotel Head of this fine establishment. At least, on the human side. My beloved partner Merea DeVray runs the Twilight side of things. We are a humble Hotel with but seventy employees, nearly the smallest in the entire Red Letter Hotel chain. But what we lack in grandeur we make up for with fun and style. I do hope you enjoy your stay.”

“I’m sure we will.” Layla beamed, enjoying Florian’s beautifully welcoming manner. 

“Your other guests have already arrived, my King,” Florian spoke, turning to Dusk next, “and we have set everyone up with rooms in the Parrot’s Nest overlooking the bay, though all three of them have chosen to be on the Twilight side of your suites. Of course, if you would like to have everyone together—”

“Hold it, Florian.” Dusk held up a hand suddenly. “Guests, plural? Only the Storm Dragon Regent Rhennic Erdhelm was supposed to—”

Just then, a commanding presence entered the lounge beyond a group of potted palms, and Layla felt a swirl of peeved oceanic energy hit the desk. Wearing a slim tan waistcoat and slacks with gold pinstripes that fit his perfect dancer’s build like a second skin, Reginald Durant’s long braid of golden hair shone in an errant ray of sunlight as he stood tall at the mahogany desk. As Layla’s Royal Siren set his long white fingers to the desk and stared down the poor Concierge on duty with menacing allure, Layla felt a slap of oceanic wrath hit the poor man. He gaped at the Royal Siren, and Reginald’s voice dripped with cold disdain as he spoke.

“Mermaid-weave linens are simply atrocious, and I will not tolerate them on my bed. Your fellows on the Twilight side of this tawdry Hotel are busy, so I am coming to you to see to my needs. Please see to it that my room on the Twilight side of this establishment is freshened with Siren-silk linens at once. I know every Hotel seaside resort has them. You are dismissed.”

“Paris Hotel Head! At once!” The poor young Concierge, whom Layla could tell was a Merman now, bowed with reverence to Reginald before he scuttled quickly away to do the scary Royal Siren’s bidding. The whole episode left Layla laughing and covering her mouth as she tried not to. As she, Dusk, and Adrian all turned toward her Royal Siren, he blinked and turned their way – feeling them in the lobby suddenly also. 

“Ah. You’ve arrived. Good.” Reginald spoke archly with a raised golden eyebrow above his piercing blue-grey eyes. “Though I can’t imagine why you would choose the human-world side of this awful place, I’ll get them to refresh your linens also with—”

But Reginald got no further as Layla swept to him. Practically jumping into his arms, her heart swelled at his astonished blink, and the way his sculpted arms suddenly closed around her. Her lips were on his without a thought, and Reginald made a sound in his throat as Layla kissed him – as if his entire body had been swept away by her sudden act. His golden eyelashes flickered as he kissed her deeply back, winding her into his arms, and Layla felt the beautiful susurrations of his oceans surge up around and through her as they kissed. 

Breaking from her gently, Reginald breathed deep at Layla’s lips like he’d come completely undone. His eyes were flooded with grey and gold as he stared down at her with amazement, reaching up to brush a curl back from her face.

“As ever,” he spoke quietly, beautiful love shining from his eyes, “you astound me, Layla Price. Here you are with your two primary lovers in your hands… and still, you kiss me like that.”

“You deserve it.” Layla breathed at his ultra-soft lips. “When will you finally realize it?”

“Not for a thousand more kisses, I’m sure…” Reginald breathed. And then he was kissing her again, slow and deep, putting all of his vast Courtier’s wiles into it. Layla melted in his arms, until it was only his strength holding her up from sinking into a puddle on the floor. He chuckled, dark and delighted as he pulled away, then put an arm around Layla and turned her back to the others, moving into their group.

“Reginald.” Adrian’s nod to the Royal Siren was stiff, no love lost between them. But even Layla could see the calm way Adrian and Reginald tolerated each other now since the battle at Deep Harbor. Adrian didn’t like it that Reginald was in the Bind and shared Layla’s bed, but he also couldn’t refute Reginald’s power flowing through them all now because of it. Extending a hand, Dusk was more civil, shaking Reginald’s hand solidly.

“Aldo!” Dusk exclaimed, his surprised face showing Layla he certainly hadn’t planned this. “I thought your duties up at Deep Harbor and the Paris Hotel would keep you from coming.”

“You extended me an invite, did you not?” Reginald’s humor was scathing as his lips curled up in a devious smile. “In any case, someone has to see to standards being upheld here while a Dragon King visits, and I figured it might as well be me. You three miscreants would most likely slum it up on yoga mats and fuck in ratty hammocks without me to bring this place some class.”

“You twin-finned, elegant shit.” Dusk grinned, shaking his head as he set his hands to his hips. His eyes sparkled with pure pleasure at Reginald’s ferocious wit – a side of Reginald that was new to Layla also now that her Royal Siren was no longer obligated to become his clan’s next King. “What about Fury? Doesn’t he still need tending?”

“He does still need tending,” another voice flowed through the elegant lobby, silver like the moon to Reginald’s caustic gold, “and what better place to convalesce than the beautiful waters of Antigua?”

Turning, Layla saw a sight she never thought she’d see. Moving into the grand old lobby was her incredible Royal Silver Siren Fury Durant, his long silver hair bound loosely over one shoulder as he leaned heavily on Layla’s Royal Storm Dragon Rhennic Erdhelm. Dressed casually in a linen shirt and pants with the cuffs rolled up, Fury looked like the most gorgeously shipwrecked poet as he entered the hall, barefoot and still moving with a dancelike, fey grace though Rhennic provided him a strong arm. 

Dressed in dark blue jeans with leather sandals and a nice white Cuban shirt, Rhennic was robustly glorious in the most casual outfit Layla had ever seen him in. She suddenly felt hot seeing his immensely built blond Viking glory beside Fury’s perfect, fey grace. A scalding flush rolled all through her as they approached, Fury holding her gaze with something like apology in his silver-midnight eyes as he solemnly kissed her cheek. Rhennic gave her a pleased grin from his handsome face and bright lavender eyes as he leaned down to briefly kiss her lips.

“Layla. I hope we’re not too much of a surprise.” Rhennic rumbled with a chuckle.

“A good one.” Layla breathed, reaching up to touch her Royal Storm Dragon’s short red-blond beard before he stood back to his full height.

But as she finished greeting Rhennic, Layla suddenly realized she was standing in the lobby with all five of her Royal Dragons. They’d never been all together like this, and suddenly Layla found herself flushed with nervousness and not a little desire – wondering how this vacation was going to go. Around her, her men shuffled as if experiencing their own sudden awkwardness also. But like the thoughtful rogue he was, Dusk broke the tension with a beaming grin and a clap of his strong hands. 

“Okay! Layla, Adrian, let’s go settle into our rooms. Rhennic, take Fury out to the shade by the pool bar while Reginald finishes berating the staff to make our amenities top-notch. We’ll all meet back down by the pool in twenty minutes for lunch and cocktails. Florian, can you make sure the margaritas and rum punch are flowing like wine by the time we get there?”

Layla had completely forgotten the Antigua Hotel Head was still standing with them, when Florian raised his voice in a deep basso laugh. “My King, of course! Settle in, friends, and I will see to you personally tonight! Anything you need, we shall provide – until your nights are nothing but merriment and your days are nothing but ease!”

As Florian beckoned, the tension in the lobby suddenly lessened. Stepping to the Hotel Head, Dusk, Adrian, and Layla peeled away towards the rear of the grand main building as Rhennic gave them nod and a bright smile. Fury was sober as he watched Layla go, not stepping from Rhennic’s side. But Reginald was the consummate Courtier as he swept Layla a deep nod, giving her a sexy smile of pleasure.

It was everything Layla needed as she moved away. And though she still had no idea if this vacation was going to be a shitshow or ridiculously pleasant with all her men there, she found she was suddenly looking forward to it. Even if there was drama, this was the kind of adventure she wanted on a Caribbean holiday. 

She only hoped their bedrooms were fortified with magical barriers.

So anyone with cottages around theirs wouldn’t feel… you know. 

All content copyright Ava Ward 2020. All rights reserved. No portion of this content may be reproduced without the author’s written permission.

PRE-ORDER NOW! Sea Dragon's Destiny: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #6

It’s almost here!

Sea Dragon’s Destiny: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #6 is now available to pre-order on Amazon – click here to pick it up today!

I am so excited for this book! If you're a Reginald fan, this one is for you. This book is all about HOT SIRENS as Layla and Rhennic help Reginald face his father the Siren King and his clan's demands of him.

I have really been looking forward to this installment, as I am fascinated with Siren culture – the romance is uber-spicy, the settings are fantastic, and we get some ultra-badass action in this one. 

Watch out! The North Sea Sirens are going to seduce you. :)

Official release date is now April 10th, 2020.

Get ready for the heat!

XO Ava

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

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.

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NEW EXCERPT! Crystal Dragon King: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #5

Hey lovelies! I’m so excited to bring you chapter one of Crystal Dragon King: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #5!

Enjoy this first chapter, where Adrian and Layla receive news about Dusk’s condition in his crystal sarcophagus.

Anticipated release date is February 14th, 2020

WARNING! CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM BOOK #4! READ ON AT YOUR OWN RISK :)

CHAPTER 1 – VALENTINE

Layla Price stood upon the balcony, staring out over the bright morning. Snow shimmered in every direction, bending the boughs of laden pines surrounding the Swiss mountain chalet. Blowing steam off her espresso, deep peace suffused her. Birds flitted around the gables of the chalet, darting off into the sunshine as snow shed from the icicle-speared roofline. Dressed in a sky blue silk robe with fuzzy slippers on her feet, Layla smiled as a breeze stirred her sable curls. Scents of cinnamon and jasmine drifted around her, mingling with alpine smells of pine and ice. Layla smiled more, sipping her coffee as that heady aroma curled in with her espresso. 

That delicious spice scent wasn’t coming from her coffee. But it did complement coffee and slow mornings nicely.

“Good morning. Happy Valentine’s Day.” 

Stepping to her back, Adrian Rhakvir’s arms curled around Layla, cinching snugly around her waist and pulling her close to his exquisitely fit, lean tallness. Beaming, Layla settled back into Adrian’s arms, letting him cradle her to his almost scalding bare chest. Pleasure rippled through her as she felt the blistering energy of their Royal Desert Dragons slide against each other with a delicious ripple of scales and heat. Adrian’s desert magic was like a live thing as it curled around her, licking up her ankles, sliding in her parted lips. It was like kissing cinnamon and anise as Layla inhaled him with the espresso’s fragrance, exquisite. Her head fell back, her coffee forgotten as his hands gripped her, one slipping up to knead her ribs as his smooth lips kissed her neck – his magic delving in and teasing her tongue. 

“Good morning yourself.” Layla breathed, deliciously pleasured. “Do they even celebrate Valentine’s in the Twilight Realm?” 

Though Adrian’s mountain chalet was in the Twilight Realm, a next-door world to the human one, his refuge in this remote valley of the Swiss Alps was miles from civilization. Silence held court around them in the bright February morning, the two of them quite alone after arriving by helicopter a week ago. After their debacle at Chartres a month ago, followed by Layla’s sudden whirlwind Ownership in the Red Letter Hotel, Adrian had come to her with this idea for a vacation at Valentine’s, and Layla had jumped at it. 

A chance to spend some long-overdue quality time together.

“Want some breakfast? I’m cooking.” Adrian murmured into her neck as he kissed her. One of his hands slid up, cupping her breast while the other slid down, slipping under the robe and sliding sweetly between Layla’s thighs. She shivered in his arms as her smile curled more – as his long, hot fingers contrasted with the cold air, stroking her gently, his body radiating heat. 

“You are cooking,” Layla breathed, her body clenching deliciously in Adrian’s arms. “What say you be my Valentine right now, and we can cook up an appetite for breakfast. Maybe all day…” 

“I did have dinner reservations for us tonight in town, but I’m getting the feeling you’d rather skip all that hoopla of chocolates and a fancy meal today.” Adrian chuckled at her neck as his fingers slid into her now, sweet and slow. She bucked in his arms with a gasp, and his free hand took her coffee mug away, setting it aside on the snowy deck rail. 

“Yup. We’re definitely skipping anything you have planned today.” Layla gasped, shuddering in his arms.

“Back inside?” He growled at her neck, his fingers delving in slow and deep.

“Back inside,” Layla nodded fast. “Or I am going to throw you down right here and fuck you in the snow.”

“Maybe we can melt this whole valley and cause an avalanche. Like we melted my room back in Riad Rhakvir at Yule.” Adrian chuckled, truly grinning at her neck now. 

Layla laughed, but she got no further. In one smooth movement, Adrian turned her and hefted her up with her legs around his waist, one hand under her ass while his fingers still took their pleasure inside her. He was unrushed, but his kiss was hot as he turned, stepping them gracefully back inside. Pressed close to his bare chest, feeling him hot and hard through his navy silk sleep-pants, Layla couldn’t help but writhe. Her Dragon roared inside her like gasoline on a bonfire as passion ignited between them, hot and wild with the golden Bind between their bodies. Adrian had been angling for the king-sized bed along one wall of the open mountain chalet, but he didn’t make it. Ten steps from the balcony doors, he collapsed, spilling Layla to an enormous white sheepskin rug before the river-rock fireplace. 

She came down soft but fast as he controlled her fall, his hands bracing in the thick nap of the rug. He shed his silk trousers fast; her robe was shucked in one quick motion. She was naked beneath him now, his skin so hot and delicious against her, his lithe, mean muscles tense with excitement. Layla had a moment to watch his eyes shine like the dawn over the Mediterranean sea – aqua and gold and so many other colors – before he slid into her upon a wave of pure pleasure, making her forget everything else.

Layla cried out, arching beneath him as he gasped above her, shuddering. As Adrian moved inside her, it felt like it had this entire week. Like coming home; like there was no place to be but beneath him, gripping him deep inside her as he thrust smooth and slow, using every inch of his impeccable control. Coils of wind and heat surged around them with barbs of delight and powerful muscles. A spiced zephyr lifted inside the chalet, rushing through the old-growth cedar timbers and toppling lamps, swinging the deer-antler chandelier, and making the fire roar. Layla felt her drakaina roar also, deep inside as Adrian took her with his incredible heat and control. She cried out, scalding with a delicious passion that made her quicken, tightening her legs around him as it tightened her deep.

The sensation of her tightening made Adrian cry out above her. He was losing his controlled rhythm, and Layla wanted him to lose it. Her drakaina wanted this mating in the bright morning to be an exuberant call of the wild, and Adrian’s drake responded. Layla felt his Dragon roar, felt its scales and barbs tighten around her as a burning cinnamon-jasmine aroma flooded the room. Adrian cried out, shaking on his hands, his eyes opening as he thrust hard inside her now. His eyes burned with blue-gold heat, with too many colors as he lost control at last, and Layla cried out, loving every long, thick inch of him buried to the hilt inside her. It felt like a talon, like he’d gripped her deep inside and was never going to let her go. 

Like he’d dug himself into her very essence – possessing his mate.

But Adrian wasn’t about to let this come to an end so soon. Wrangling his Dragon, he trapped Layla close to his viciously sculpted body, and in one swift movement, lifted her up to a sitting position in his lap. They’d not parted, and still buried deep, the new position stole Layla’s breath as her ankles locked around his hips, his legs crossed beneath her. She gasped as their eyes locked, as he changed the angle to thrust as deep as he could get inside her. A sound spilled from Layla lips as he gripped her back with one arm, holding the nape of her neck with his hand. 

Trapped. She was trapped by her mate.

And she loved it.

Layla writhed; she couldn’t help it. It was part struggle as her Dragon tried to escape the talons of her mate, but mostly ecstasy. Breathing hard as he fucked her deeper, slower, Adrian watched her with his luminous aqua eyes. The gold in them seared as his winds surged around her, his passions pouring through her body. As if he could pour power and heat through his hands and the press of their bodies, a devouring wind rushed through Layla. Sliding through her with coils and muscle and talons, it rake her insides until everything shivered with pleasure. Throwing her head back, Layla arched in his arms, a sound between a roar and a scream spilling from her lips. 

And then she spilled over into orgasm. 

As she spasmed, crying out, Adrian crushed her close, rolling his hips to thrust infernally deep and bring her again. Layla shuddered with pleasure as he quickened. She was an inferno as her power locked to his. She was a wave of scalding heat as he took her, his breath ragged now as his body slicked with sweat before the fireplace. As Adrian exploded into orgasm, Layla gave in one last time; they came together, crying out and collapsing into a heap on the rug – laughing breathlessly as the last of their scalding zephyrs careened out the open balcony doors.

“My god!” Adrian laughed, shaking as he curled Layla around his impressively tall, lean nakedness.

“Wow! Just… holy fuck wow.” Layla laughed also, cuddling close to Adrian’s inferno as he tucked her beneath his arm. Laying her head on his shoulder, Layla sank into the feel of him. At the beginning, their passion had been unconsummated for months, and it had left this roaring heat inside their bodies too long. But since Layla had bound her Royal Crystal Dragon Dusk Arlohaim at Samhain, some of Dusk’s reasonableness had interested itself into Layla and Adrian’s Bind – and subsequently into her Royal Siren Reginald Durant and Storm Dragon Regent Rhennic Erdhelm. 

As if thinking about her bound Royal Dragons drew them near, Layla suddenly saw Dusk’s bright sapphire eyes in her mind. It had been a long while since she had felt anything from him, still entombed in his crystal healing cocoon since their battle against the White Chalice at Yule. But as if called by the explosive sex Layla had just shared with Adrian, she felt a heave from Dusk suddenly through their Bind. In her mind, she saw his sapphire eyes flare like diamonds beneath the morning sun. A tremendous rumble passed through their Bind and Layla shuddered, her breath stolen by the force of Dusk’s earthquake. 

But even as she felt Dusk’s energy smash through her, something exploded their connection, like a crystal shattering into a thousand pieces. Layla jolted with a soft cry from the force of it, but Dusk’s sapphire eyes were gone now as she stared out the balcony doors at the blue winter sky. Layla’s heart thundered; she didn’t know if it was from Dusk’s sudden quake or lovemaking with Adrian. But it left her massaging her chest as Adrian lifted up to one elbow beside her, gazing intently out the balcony doors also.

“Did you feel that, just now?” Layla spoke, glancing at him.

“Dusk.” Adrian nodded. The Bind Layla’s magic created between her and her men wasn’t just one-way. These past months, Layla had found the Bind affected everyone in a kind of synergy – allowing each of her Royal Dragons to feel another’s magics at a distance, though the effect was strongest with Layla. 

“Do you think he’s alright?” Layla asked.

“That quake was the most powerful we’ve felt from him yet, since his stasis,” Adrian spoke soberly as he settled back, one hand reaching out to trace patterns on Layla’s hip with his fingertips. “I think it’s a good sign.”

“Do you think he might wake soon?” Layla spoke with an eager thrill. “Come out of his crystal cocoon?”

“Maybe.” Adrian spoke quietly, his attention returning to Layla, though he was sober. “I hope so. But we can’t know for sure until it happens.”

Layla was about to say more when she suddenly felt Dusk’s energy shift again through their Bind. Like a sub-sonic quake now, it was deep and raw and wild, she felt his Crystal Dragon power shudder through her in a darkly erotic way. It was like a mini-orgasm and a good stretch all at once, and the sensation made Layla’s eyelashes flutter as she shuddered. Adrian responded with a hot growl also. As he sat up fully, she did too, pushing up to her hands on the soft white rug. But the sensation was too much as it rolled on and on, and Layla found it uncontainable as she raked her fingers through her curls, breathing hard with Dusk’s sexual passion as her gaze locked to Adrian’s.

“Holy hell, Batman.” Layla gasped, trying to control the enormous sensation from Dusk and failing miserably. 

“Sleeping Beauty needs to keep his sexy earthquakes to himself while he’s dreaming.” Adrian gave Layla a wry smile, though he rubbed his neck and let out a slow breath through pursed lips as if Dusk’s power had rolled him also. “I don’t care how much he can feel us fucking while we’re on holiday.”

“Adrian!” Layla laughed, embarrassed. It hadn’t occurred to her that perhaps Dusk could feel it in his stasis when she and Adrian had sex. If so, he had felt quite a lot. It had been a whole week of hedonism since she and Adrian had arrived at the chalet. Their first lovemaking had been here on this same rug, a fast explosion the moment the helicopter had departed from behind the house. Fast or slow, deep or teasing, they’d had sex in just about every way possible this week, and still found room for more each day. 

Adrian had relaxed now that he was no longer a fugitive from the Red Letter Hotel Owner’s Board. Their past two months at Riad Rhakvir in Morocco had been busy with clan politics, Layla’s new Hotel Ownership, and Adrian restructuring the entire Hotel. But now they were completely alone, and Layla was learning so much about Adrian that she’d longed to know. 

First, he loved being on holiday, and they’d settled into an easy yet energetic rhythm right from the beginning. They’d devouring their time with gusto, taking full advantage of everything. Fucking was followed by cooking, laughter and coffee, then more fucking and afternoon naps. Cross-country skiing had been followed by hot tubbing on the deck with champagne. Relaxing by the fireplace was followed by sex, sleep, then more sex in the deep of the night as the coals dwindled. Layla fixed them drinks from the amply-stocked bar, and had discovered both she and Adrian were vicious pool-sharks when drunk. Adrian was also a voracious reader, the chalet packed to the rafters with built-in bookcases. Most often when Layla woke from a post-coital nap, she found him sitting in his overstuffed chair by the chalet’s big windows, shirtless in his silk sleep-pants with his bare feet tucked up on the seat like a cat, devouring a book. 

It had been an excellent holiday, of exactly the kind Layla loved.

“And on that note, I think it’s breakfast time.” With a renegade twinkle in his hot aqua eyes now as if he knew what she was thinking, Adrian pulled on his silk pants and rose from the rug, stepping to the modern open kitchen. With sunshine streaming in over his sculpted frame and fit shoulders from the high windows, he moved through the kitchen with ease, pulling down a copper-bottom pan from the overhead racks, hauling the chrome fridge open, and cracking eggs into a glass bowl on the cobalt-tiled counters. 

Donning her robe, Layla went to the balcony to reclaim her coffee, shutting the doors behind her. Adrian was all sexy glances and teasing heat as he whisked fresh herbes de Provence into an omelette then poured it into the pan, chopping chanterelles and gruyere on a cutting board. Adrian was a terrific chef, Layla had discovered. And though he had a taste for all the best things, he maintained his lean, sexy fitness with a rigorous exercise routine – which Layla had discovered included running ten miles each morning on a treadmill. 

As she poured fresh coffee from the Italian bialetti on the tiled countertop, Adrian snagged her around the waist, wrapping himself around her as he continued to cook. Now a captive audience, Layla could smell the sweet sweat of a morning workout on his skin, in addition to the heady musk of sex as he cooked. As she sipped her coffee, he kissed her neck and reached around, sliding cheese and mushrooms off the cutting board into his omelettes. Adrian moved like lightning over desert sands when he prepared a meal – fast, liquid motions that were almost viciously precise. 

“I love the way you cook,” Layla spoke, watching his hands. “It’s like dancing.”

“I’ve had a lot of practice.” Adrian smiled as he worked. “My mother used to go into depressions when I was young, so Dusk and I learned how to do the cooking. When Mimi wasn’t around, that is. Your mother was a terrific cook, Layla, and taught me almost everything I know.” 

Curling Layla into one hand, Adrian moved her out of the way, then lifted the pan and slid the omelettes out upon two plates. As he poured himself a cup of coffee, they each took a plate and moved to the leather bar stools on the other side of the cooking area. With a sexy smile and a kiss, Adrian released her as they slid up to the breakfast bar. Layla tucked in, her stomach growling, their olympian sexcapades making both Dragons intensely hungry. Their food was soon devoured, and Adrian reached for the bialetti, pouring them both more coffee with an enormous amount of cream. 

“That was a fantastic Valentine’s breakfast. Cheers.” Layla lifted her mug and they clinked. 

“You’re welcome.” Adrian grinned at her as he sipped his coffee – a decadently sexual grin that said he was talking about more than the food. “I do enjoy helping my woman devour her favorite things on Valentine’s.”

“You cad. Does Dusk cook as well as you do?” Layla asked as she shook her head at him with a grin, wiping her finger over her plate to get the last of the melted gruyere.

“Not by halves.” Adrian chuckled. “But he does make excellent desserts. He’ll never admit it, but whenever he has spare moments, he loves to sneak episodes of the Great British Baking Show. Ask him about making you his apple tarragon tartlets sometime. They’ll rock your socks off.”

But then Adrian sobered and Layla understood why. They both had talked about Dusk this way in the past months, as if he was still with them even though he lingered in his crystal-cocooned coma back at Riad Rhakvir, guarded by the Desert Dragon clan. 

As Adrian sipped his coffee with a quieter demeanor, Layla decided it was time to broach the subject of Dusk, which they both had been studiously avoiding. Other than a few rumbles now and then, Dusk wasn’t necessarily improving within his crystal sarcophagus back at Riad Rhakvir. They had consulted all the best Crystal Dragon physicians and healers around the world for the past two months, and no one could tell them if he was healing or not, the cocoon Dusk had built for himself fiercely keeping out all outside vibrations. And now that Adrian and Layla’s vacation was ending in two days, it was time to broach subjects that had been shoved away while they were reveling.

Particularly, what they were going to do about their beloved Crystal Dragon.

Especially if he never woke up.

“Adrian, we need to talk about Dusk.” Layla began, swiveling on her barstool to face him. “I’ve been having a wonderful time with you this week—”

But before she could say more, Adrian’s cell phone suddenly buzzed at the end of the breakfast bar. He’d abandoned it there the moment they’d walked in a week ago, and had only checked it a few times since – a distinct change from when she’d first met him. It hadn’t rung all week, but now it was ringing determinedly, and though Adrian scowled, he reached for it. Looking at the name, he scowled more. “Layla, hold that thought. I need to get this. It’s Rachida, and she hardly ever calls. Probably just a bit of clan business. I’ll be quick, I promise.”

“Sure.” Layla gestured for him to answer, curious. “Go ahead.”

“Thanks.” Adrian nodded, then slid his thumb over the touchscreen to answer. Holding it to his ear, his eyes glanced at Layla. “Rachida. What’s up?”

Layla couldn’t hear what Rachida Rhakvir, Adrian’s Clan Second and paternal aunt, said on the other end. But suddenly Adrian’s straight dark brows lifted as his gaze pinned Layla, the aqua in them bright and astonished. “Tell them to stay back, give him space. He’s probably just disoriented – try ringing the crystal bowls from his old room to calm him. I know, I know. Rachida, I know he could bring the entire palace down. Have someone demonstrate deep breathing for him in Dragon-form; station people to ring the bowls non-stop. Keep your distance. We’ll be back as soon as possible. Yes, call Ghirard to get us the helicopter, stat. Yes, see you soon. Ok, bye.”

Layla’s attention sharpened as she sipped her coffee, trying to control a sudden hammering eagerness in her heart at Rachida’s news. As Adrian touched the screen to hang up, a swirl of hot cinnamon scent rioted off his skin. Layla watched him, trying to remain calm as Adrian curried his hands through his cropped black hair, though her heart was leaping inside her chest.

“What did Rachida say?” Layla hedged.

“Dusk’s awake.” Turning to her, Adrian blinked rapidly. “That pulse you and I felt, it was him, shattering his crystal cocoon and coming back to consciousness. But now he’s gone full-Dragon inside the palace and won’t calm; he’s trying to smash his crystal bower apart, where his sarcophagus was resting. No one can get near him, not even Rachida.” 

Adrian bit his words, a tense conflict emanating from him as his eyes burned a bright aqua-blue. Layla knew that look; Adrian was trying his best not to cry. Rachida’s news had hit him hard, and though Layla was filled with joy that Dusk was awake, Adrian was filled with fear that rioted through him like vicious zephyr. It alarmed Layla to the max as Adrian shoved back his barstool and strode to the balcony doors. Flinging them open as if he needed air, he strode out to the snowy balcony barefoot, gripping his hands into the icy railing. 

Shock and fear rising through her at Adrian’s reaction to Rachida’s news, Layla followed. Steam rose from beneath Adrian’s hands on the snowy balcony rail and Layla heard the crisp report of ice cracking beneath his preternaturally strong grip as his hands tightened. Stepping up behind him, Layla wrapped her arms around his tall frame and laid her cheek on his sculpted back, kissing his skin. A shiver went all the way through him as he straightened in her embrace. 

Heaving a sigh, he turned, wrapping her close in his arms. “We’ve got to get back to Morocco as soon as possible, Layla. Today. Rachida’s calling the helicopter to come pick us up at once.”

“Is Dusk ok?” Layla spoke quietly, trying to contain her emotions even though fear was rushing through her now, her Dragon giving a strangled roar in her veins. “Adrian, talk to me. What’s wrong? Is Dusk going to be all right?”

“Rachida doesn’t know.” Reaching up, Adrian stroked back one of Layla’s curls, his face grim though the tension of tears had left him now. “Dusk’s locked in his beast mind, he’s not thinking straight. And he’s not been able to return to his human mind yet.” 

“Shit.” Layla breathed now, knowing what that meant. As if all the brightness had been sucked out of the day, the sunlight seemed to dim as her heart clenched. “Dealing with someone locked in their Dragon-mind is tough under any circumstances, but with a Royal Crystal Dragon newly opened to the full wealth of his earth-shattering powers—”

“This could be bad, Layla.” Adrian spoke, completing her own thoughts as he gazed at her. “Are you ready for anything, with Dusk? Are you ready to put him down if he—”

“Shh.” Layla reached up fast, stilling Adrian’s words with her fingers to his lips. “We’ll figure it out. Even if he’s an animal, even if he’s gone rogue, you and I can bring him back. I know we can. We should get dressed. If the helicopter arrives soon, we’ll get back to Riad Rhakvir by this afternoon. And then we’ll see what’s what.”

“I hope so.” Adrian spoke soberly, gazing down at her with a terrible bleakness in his eyes. But before Layla could say or do anything more, his lips descended, kissing hers. It was slow and passionate, and contained everything their hearts had said to each other this past week. By the time he pulled away, Layla was breathless, staring up at him. He was gorgeous and intense as he gazed down at her with his perfect face and smoldering Mediterranean-gold eyes.

“I love you, Layla.” Adrian murmured, watching her. “Whatever happens… I want you to know this has been the best week of my life. Ever.”

Layla blinked. She knew her lips fell open, yet she couldn’t shut them. She blinked again and Adrian softened, beautiful in the morning. Crushing her close, he nuzzled her nose. “Come on, let’s get dressed and go save our Royal Crystal Dragon.”

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This book features Layla and Luke on the cover, her sexy and tempestuous human ex-boyfriend from Seattle who gets caught up in the dangers of the Twilight Realm in book #4.

And yes, this book was previously known as “Blood Dragon’s Heat”, but I changed it due to Blood Dragon antics now happening in a different book. :)

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NEW EXCERPT! Blood Dragon's Heat: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #4

It’s here! The first chapter of book #4 of the Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco series is ready for your reading pleasure.

By popular demand, this book is all about Layla’s Seattle friends, and the twists and turns they get into in the Twilight Realm.

I’m aiming to have this book out Mid-October, and while that’s a bit to wait, there will be more goodies coming your way in the meantime, I promise! :)

BLOOD DRAGON’S HEAT: ROYAL DRAGON SHIFTERS OF MOROCCO #4

About the Book:

When everything she loves is taken from her, will she be strong enough to reclaim it?

Layla Price’s life has never been more complex. With three sexy, tempestuous Royal Dragon men bound to her, she’s got all the hot tempers she can handle.

Add to that her upcoming debut as a Courtesan for the Red Letter Hotel – a deadly gamble to draw out her mate Adrian Rhakvir’s enemies – and tensions couldn’t be running higher.

But when her human friends and her devastatingly hot ex-boyfriend come to visit, then are abducted, Layla must wrangle her fractious Dragon lovers.

Can she unite her bound Royal Dragons in order to save her friends?

Or will they break – taking her down into darkness?

CAUTION: SPOILERS AHEAD!! Read no further if you want the end of book #3 to be a surprise!

CHAPTER 1 – FRIENDS

Waiting on the promenade outside the Red Letter Hotel Paris, Layla Price shifted from foot to foot as snow fell all around. Off-work for Yule, she wore skinny jeans with russet leather boots, bundled in her navy peacoat with a cream scarf and hat against the chill midwinter day. Though the afternoon was bright all around the innermost quadrangle of the Palace of Versailles, a storm had moved in, snow swirling down to the grand black and white marble courtyard – though by some trick of Twilight Realm magic, it evaporated before it could stick. 

Waiting with her, her boss and bound Royal Crystal Dragon lover Dusk Arlohaim grinned at her, a wave of light rippling through his artfully-styled dark hair. His sapphire eyes were luminous in the snowy day, serrated ridges of midnight Dragon-scales at his temples outlining his exquisite handsomeness. Wearing a slim charcoal Italian suit with a midnight-blue pocket square and matching tie, he was comfortable in the cold. Grinning at her like a handsome devil as he tucked his hands in his trouser pockets with nonchalant grace, Dusk was calm as Layla fidgeted, until she finally glanced over, her breath puffing in the late-December air. 

“What?”

“Layla Price, I do believe you’re nervous to see your Seattle friends.” Dusk chuckled in his rolling baritone, though it was absent of his deep earth-shaking magics today.

“I’m not nervous.” Layla spoke stubbornly, shoving her hands into the pockets of her peacoat in an attempt to get control over her fidgeting. “I just want to make sure my friends get a good impression of the Hotel while they’re here, that’s all.”

“You’re nervous.” Dusk grinned more, watching her with astute humor glinting in his bright sapphire eyes. “I can feel it vibrating all through you. Not to mention it smells like a Yule-log soaked in bourbon out here.”

“Thanks.” Layla sassed with a lift of one dark eyebrow, though she was smiling now. It was hard to not smile at Dusk’s handsomely cheeky nature. 

But a car moving through the wrought-iron gates distracted her and she glanced over – a silver Jaguar rather than one of the Hotel’s black limos. Juniper boughs with fae-lights like fireflies wreathed the gilded gates for Yule. Gold and white ribbon with sprigs of holly and bright crimson berries had been woven through the wrought-iron. The same decorated the entirety of the sprawling complex of the Palace of Versailles, evergreen and holly, gold and white twining up every column and through every rail. Massive gilded braziers twisting with magical white-gold flames had been set up around the courtyard, highlighting the enormous cream and gold banners of the Hotel with their crimson ‘R’ and gilded crown that flanked the main ingress. 

The effect was gloriously elite, a winter wonderland for Yule. Layla knew her friends were going to love it; the interior of the Hotel decorated the same though with the addition of mistletoe everywhere. But all the same, something moved restlessly inside her. As another car drove through the gates, a white Tesla Roadster, she shifted again. 

“I think it’s cute that you’re nervous for the arrival of your Seattle friends.” Dusk spoke, interrupting her reverie. “Let me guess: nervous about Luke and I meeting? Your current hottie versus your ex?”

“I’m actually thinking about a lot of things right now, not just your ego.” Layla snarked at him with a teasing smile. But even she couldn’t deny the intensity boiling off her right now. Her Dragon-magics were rioting, waiting from her friends to arrive. She and Dusk had only been standing in the snow a few minutes, but as Layla shifted her stance again, it felt like an hour. 

“You’re worried Luke’s going to be jealous.” Dusk spoke cheekily beside her. “Even though he and I have talked on the phone about this trip, getting your friends ready for everything they’ll encounter in the Twilight Realm, he’s still your ex, and I’m your current beau. One of three. That’s got to be on your mind.”

“So what if it is?” Layla glanced at him, though deep inside she knew he was one hundred percent right. Her nervousness roiled, not knowing how to explain to her friends that she had not one, not two, but three bound lovers since Thanksgiving. And all of them were handsome-as-hell Royal Dragons who could slay even the hottest human man Layla had ever met in the looks and sex appeal department. 

Though Layla had yet to sample one of them in the bedroom. 

“Well, I know how protective Luke is of you.” Dusk held her gaze with gravitas now, snow settling into his sculpted hair and onto the shoulders of his slim Italian suit. “He’s already taken my measure, and fortunately, we get along. But he’s going to size up Adrian and especially Reginald, once they get a chance to meet. Luke has already judged Adrian badly. And Reginald… well.”

Layla gave short sigh. Dusk was right. Luke was a tempest in a teakettle, and Layla was already dreading him meeting Reginald Durant, Royal Siren and Head Courtier of the Hotel – and perpetual dick to anyone he judged as beneath him. Dusk and Adrian were arrogant in their own ways, but Reginald was ten times that. “Small favors that Reginald is still away visiting his clan right now in the North Sea. Any word when he’ll be back, by the way?”

“Not yet.” Dusk sobered, heaving a hard sigh as he stared off into the settling snow. “The North Sea Sirens are a tempestuous bunch, Layla. Reginald has a family score to settle with his clan now that Bastien is dead. Though Reginald won their battle a month ago, it was with intervention. His brothers and father are debating if that raises Reginald into the Clan Second position or not. If it doesn’t, he’ll likely continue on here at the Hotel as Head Courtier once his mandatory leave is finished. But if it does…”

“Reginald’s going to be more embroiled in his clan’s politics than ever.” Layla sighed heavily, her breath puffing in the chill air. Deep inside, her Dragon coiled through her veins with a tight, bitter worry. “What about Adrian? Any word from him yet?”

“Adrian’s settled in a safe location, finally.” Dusk smiled gently as he slung an arm around Layla, hugging her close. “He’s at one of his safe-houses, though I can’t tell you where just now. Everything’s going to be ok, Layla. Adrian’s safe and Reginald’s in no immediate danger from his clan or the Hotel Board. Your friends are going to have a fantastic time this week at the Hotel. I’ve set up all kinds of fun activities for them. Everything is taken care of, I promise.”

“I know.” Layla glanced up and cuddling close to Dusk, she kissed his lips. “You’re like this incredible grounding force in my life, Dusk. Every time I start to worry, it’s like you’re always there, cool and calm, planning six steps ahead of anyone else. Believe me, I’m grateful.”

“Your welfare matters to me,” he spoke, his bright sapphire gaze smiling at her, genuine. “And as a Crystal Dragon, I have a lot more grounding than most. If I can use that to better your situation – I will.”

“But how are you not infernally jealous of the other men in my life?” Layla protested, still held in his his arms though she pulled back slightly. “It’s like you’re always just steady, smoothing tempers, helping us all get along in this crazy new world that you and Reginald and Adrian and I have entered with our Bound power.”

“I am jealous.” Dusk’s smile was wry though his blue eyes were honest. “But I get time with you while we’re working. I get time when we sleep together at night. Adrian isn’t around now that the Hotel Owners want his head on a platter. Reginald is off at his clan home, working to get a handle on his Dragon and dealing with his clan’s shit. And your Dragon attacked Luke as an inferior mate, so he’s out of the running to be your beau. Plus, I understand complex relationships. You forget how many lovers I’ve juggled over the years. A Dragon’s sex life is a crazy world, Layla, and you’re just getting started. I’m jealous, but I know how to put it aside and be practical. The last thing you need in your life is a pissy Crystal Dragon trying encase all the rest of your men in quartz cocoons and hide them outside in the snow.”

Layla laughed; she couldn’t help it. Dusk had an ego as big as the moon, but she couldn’t deny his endless practicality. Lifting up, she gripped his lapels and kissed him. It was deep and sensual and he wound his arms around her with a deviant rumble. It thrilled Layla, making her Dragon turn over deliciously inside her as she became breathless, her heart hammering. Dusk chuckled as he pulled away, his sapphire eyes luminous and impossibly cheeky. 

“Besides. You like me best. I can feel it.”

“You wish!” Layla laughed, slapping his chest lightly. “How many lovers do you still have, anyway?”

“I’ve cut the impossibly long roster to three these days.” Dusk grinned, nuzzling her nose. “You, Amalia DuFane strictly because she makes me the best outfits, and Rake André when the mood strikes me. Royal Dragon Binds are a lot to handle in bed. Sometimes six or seven times a night, I’ve discovered.”

“Rake is one of your regular lovers? Not Rikyava anymore?” Layla blinked, ignoring Dusk’s innuendo about her ridiculously high libido, courtesy of her new Dragon-magics. He wasn’t kidding that there were occasionally nights where Layla woke up numerous times needing to be satisfied – and Dusk was always happy to supply. 

Layla had known her best friend and Head of the Hotel Guard Rikyava Andersen slept with Dusk on and off, though it was a surprise to hear Dusk had cut that particular association off. She hadn’t known that Head Bartender Rake André, who was also interim Head Courtier now that Reginald was on hiatus, was one of Dusk’s lovers. Layla had known Dusk occasionally took men to bed, and the thought suddenly made her body grip hard. A wash of sweet bourbon and orange peel scent wafted up around her as she imagined the fit-as-shit Dusk and the slender, gorgeous Rake André in bed together. 

It was a hot image and she knew her cheeks burned as Dusk laughed.

“Rikyava’s too busy these days. And besides, she’s still pining for a man she can’t have, though she won’t tell anyone who. But you didn’t know Rake was one of my regular partners, did you?” Dusk chuckled, teasing as he leaned in, speaking by Layla’s ear with a delicious rumble of his magics. “Maybe I’ll let you participate sometime. Rake’s not a Dragon but he slays them in bed, believe me.”

“Shut up.” Layla rolled her eyes, solidly facing the promenade once more though she couldn’t help it; she was smiling now. Dusk had a point with his lurid innuendo – all Dragons had disastrously high appetites for fighting and fucking, and Dragon-relationships were far more complicated than anything she could typify in human terms. Layla was still getting used to it, and managing the urges of her magic was an hourly task even despite her significantly better control since she’d bound Reginald. 

Especially with the temptingly sexy Dusk around night and day to trigger it now.

Black Bentleys and Jaguars had arrived, guests being escorted into the Hotel through the snow, their baggage hefted up by crimson liveried Hotel Guards. But none of the cars held her friends yet, and watching the guests, Layla’s impending position as a Hotel Courtesan hit her. Panic flooded her about her debut at the Yule Ball tonight: not knowing who would win her at her debut auction, or what she would have to do for them in the sack tonight. 

But then she felt Dusk step in behind her with a chuckle. Winding his strong arms around her, he set his chin on Layla’s shoulder, kissing her neck tenderly and making a twist of passion surge through her.

“You’re really having a hard time with this, aren’t you?” He spoke knowingly. “Stepping into a world where monogamy isn’t the currency of the realm? Not just with your three Bound men, but also your impending position as a Hotel Courtesan.”

“It’s driving me insane, Dusk, trying to reconcile the values I was raised with, with my new Dragon-appetites.” Layla spoke with a sigh, knowing she still had a lot of internal judgments to face about her own sexuality.

“I like how insane it’s driving you.” Dusk kissed her neck, grinning into her skin. “It’s nice.”

Layla smiled, feeling all the intimate time she and Dusk had shared these past weeks. Sex with Dusk was mind-blowing, and Layla felt herself heat with a delicious roll of pleasure as she thought back over everything they’d been doing since Thanksgiving. Reginald had permitted them to be together while he was away, though Layla still needed to train with Rikyava in the fight-halls beneath the Hotel daily to blow off extra magical steam. 

“Anyway,” Layla spoke, trying to push down her libido since her human friends were soon to arrive, “monogamy is different for you and Reginald. He’s lived his entire life as a Courtier, and you’ve had numerous lovers all of yours as an important pressure-release for your crazy high energy. For Adrian and I… it’s different.”

“Is it different?” Dusk spoke, his voice flat now. “Or are you just less bothered by Reginald and me having sex with other people, rather than Adrian or yourself?”

That stopped her. Layla went utterly still, her Dragon pausing within her. She felt like a rabbit pinned in the drifts by a snowy owl’s talons. Dusk had said it with glib panache, but Layla could feel him, waiting for her answer with a tense stillness. Layla suddenly smelled his cool river-water scent blossom up around her, tension in it like a whitewater flood. Dusk was casual about sex, but he wasn’t casual about love. Layla could feel how he’d given his heart to her.

And the tension in him as he waited to hear if he was less important to her than Adrian Rhakvir.

But she was saved from answering as an entire cadre of Hotel Guards suddenly marched out the main doors of the Hotel and formed a chevron before the Hotel’s primary entrance. Glancing back, Layla smiled, recognizing Dusk’s handwork: he’d arranged a formal Hotel welcome for her friends, just as Layla had received when she’d started in Concierge Services. It was something the Hotel only did for the highest dignitaries, and Layla smiled even wider as her Blood Dragon friend and Head of the Hotel Guard Rikyava Andersen strode forward, clasping arms with Dusk and then snapping her black boots together and bowing smartly before Layla. Rikyava rose with a reckless, fun grin on her full Swedish lips and high cheekbones, her lavender eyes sparkling with delight as she set a hand to the rapier at her hip and swept her long blonde French braid back over her shoulder.

“Hey chica.” Rikyava grinned at Layla with a wink. “The Guard heard there were some important folks coming in today.”

“Is this your doing?” Layla laughed, gesturing at the Guardsmen and women lined up in their chevron, standing at stiff attention in their crimson 1800’s uniforms with long pikes and baldrics of frightfully impressive weapons. Some of them looked human, but most didn’t – including four enormous Red Giants at the rear of the chevron whom Layla knew were intensely loyal to Adrian.

“Oh, a little birdie might have just whispered in my ear.” Rikyava winked at Dusk, who was smiling now with a fun, devious wit. 

“A little birdie with crystal Dragon-scales?” Layla turned to Dusk, grinning also now.

“Hey. A royal welcome is sometimes approved for human guests.” He chuckled. “Though I can’t say I ran this one by the new Hotel Head. He’s a dick, and—”

Dusk was about to say more, when a black Bentley limo suddenly pulled up before them at the edge of the checkered marble courtyard. Layla’s friends from Seattle were suddenly spilling out of the car with squeals of delight and her joy surged, watching her friends gape at the opulence of the Red Letter Hotel. 

Moving forward, Layla was in their arms. Laughter was in her heart as she did a happy dance with geek-chic Celia Caron, wearing a quilted parka that squished fluffily as they hugged. Big buff Charlie Avondale was next, swaddling Layla in his massive arms, clad in a UW sweatshirt and jeans. Layla laughed into his Adonis-blond curls, longer and more stoner-like than ever. Her best friend Arron Jacobs pushed in third, wearing a lean navy pinstriped suit with a hot pink pocket square, sweeping Layla up into his tall frame. Lifting her off her feet, Arron made Layla laugh breathlessly as his goodness poured through her. 

But Arron set Layla down with a twinkle in his grey eyes as Layla’s last housemate rounded the car. Wearing a blue blazer with nice jeans that fit his lean, mean body to a T, Luke Murphy was gorgeous as ever. Moving close, he ran a hand through his Irish-thick dark hair as he watched Layla with a careful gaze. She suddenly forgot all her troubles as she stared into his impossibly green eyes. Like emeralds shining through spring grass, those eyes spoke of tempestuous heat and renegade fury – and Luke’s impossibly deep love. Their history held Layla as she drowned in his eyes for a moment. 

And then he swept forward, gathering her into his arms. 

The feeling was like coming home as Layla let out a deep sigh, cradled close to his strong, lean body. Luke’s hand slid up her neck, holding her, and she felt him relax as she did, her hands lifting to clutch his blazer. His cheek turned to hers and Layla felt her passion leap to him as it always had. He didn’t kiss her, just breathed her in as they held each other. Tears pricked Layla’s eyes. Her Dragon didn’t want him as a mate, but Layla would always love him. 

Luke was just too special.

“Hey.” He murmured at last, nuzzling his nose into her jaw.

“Hey,” Layla breathed back, smiling. 

“I missed you.” He spoke, pulling her closer.

“I missed you, too.” 

Layla felt a deep tenderness pass between them, the best of what they’d once had as a couple. But it held sadness now, something poignant that hadn’t been there before as Luke set his lips to her temple in a soft kiss, then pulled back. His eyes were luminous, bright with pain as he hesitated to let her go. Layla felt emotion stretch between them, even though her magics had never bound Luke, human as he was. 

But something held her close to him all the same – something that could never be replaced for all the magic in the world. 

But as they watched each other, movement caught Layla’s attention. At Luke’s open shirt collar, she saw a silver chain, a dark pendant resting in the cleft of his sculpted chest. Layla perked as her gaze moved to it. Jewelry on men was something Luke had been adamant against all the years she’d known him, even more than dancing. Luke’s new teardrop pendant was a forest-green bloodstone flecked with rust-red, twined into an ornate filigree of silver. And as Layla watched, the stone writhed with stunning currents, veins of silver and gold flowing through the green and twisting into the red like currents of smelted blood.

It was so stunning that Layla blinked. 

And so obviously magical that she glanced up at Luke with alarm rushing through her. 

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PRE-ORDER NOW ON AMAZON! Crystal Dragon's Kiss: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #2

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Crystal Dragon’s Kiss: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #2 is now available for pre-order on Amazon!

ABOUT THE BOOK:

She’s the strongest Dragon of the century. But can she master her power before someone else traps her with it?

Layla Price is a Royal Dragon Bind, a rare and dangerous type of Dragon-shifter. Able to bind other Dragons to her will, Layla’s power calls only the strongest mates.

But after nearly killing her ex-boyfriend in Seattle with her magic, she’s got a target on her back. As a dark force begins to hunt her, Layla finds herself fighting alone – her Royal Dragon lover, the renegade billionaire Adrian Rhakvir, absent on mysterious business.

And when her power attracts new protectors – including her hot Crystal Dragon boss at the Red Letter Hotel Paris – Layla must make a choice.

Can she wait for Adrian to return?

Or will she take a new lover to fight at her side through the darkness?

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This second installment of the Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco series will release on Amazon June 13th, and will be free for Kindle Unlimited. So excited!! :)

XO Ava

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Ava Ward writes hot & sexy paranormal, fantasy, and sci-fi romance, and is the pen name for Amazon bestselling and award-winning fantasy author Jean Lowe Carlson. 

The Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco series is a billionaire reverse harem dragon shifter romance, involving a strong, intelligent heroine who attracts multiple sexy bad-boy billionaire dragon lovers. 

The world is racy, opulent, and sensual, with intense action sequences, political intrigue, and dangerous enemies. 

The themes are uplifting with HFN endings perfect for fans of Lost Girl, True Blood, Anita Blake, Laurell K. Hamilton, Charlaine Harris, Ilona Andrews, Richelle Mead, and Charlene Hartnady.

For the best experience, the books should be read in sequence.

What advance readers are saying:

"Oh my, my, my! I’m in love! This is a beautiful page turner. A perfect mix of romance, fantasy, and suspense with different worlds, dimensions, and species. I can’t wait to get into the politics, history, and the love story! Ava Ward is off to an awesome start!" – Queen Nuba, Advance Reader

"Ms. Ward so delightfully builds up characters, every one of them was memorable and delightful! Basically, I enjoyed every word. In fact, I have just decided to re-read in order to enjoy even more. Thank you Ava for such a beautiful escape into the Twilight Realm!" – Eileen M., Advance Reader

"OMG!!!!!! Love it! I need to read the rest!!!!!!!!" – Judy C., Advance Reader

NOW AVAILABLE! Pre-Order "Royal Dragon Bind" on Amazon!

Pre-Order is now open on Amazon for Royal Dragon Bind: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #1!

Release date is Wednesday, May 1st, 2019, and all pre-orders will be delivered straight to your Kindle on Wed.

This is the first book in what will likely be an 8-12 book series, all following the same characters.

The Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco series is a billionaire reverse harem dragon shifter romance, involving a strong, intelligent heroine who attracts multiple sexy bad-boy billionaire dragon lovers. 

The world is racy, opulent, and sensual, with intense action sequences, political intrigue, and dangerous enemies. 

The themes are uplifting with HFN endings perfect for fans of Lost Girl, True Blood, Anita Blake, Laurell K. Hamilton, Charlaine Harris, Ilona Andrews, Richelle Mead, and Charlene Hartnady.

For the best experience, the books should be read in sequence. :)

Release date for the second book Crystal Dragon’s Kiss: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #2 is tentatively set for Thursday, June 13th 2019.

Also, the release date for the third book Sea Dragon’s Command: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #3 is tentatively set for Thursday, July 11th 2019.

Are you ready for the heat?

XO Ava

COVER REVEAL!! Royal Dragon Bind: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #1

I am so excited!!! Release date is still TBA, but I’m hoping for sometime in May / June 2019. Enjoy!! :)