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.

The Sexy Times

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

Ava Ward

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