Drakon’s Prey
by N.J. Walters
Blood of the Drakon #2
Publication Date: April 24, 2017
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Select Otherworld, Paranormal, Romance
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SYNOPSIS:
Valeriya Azarov turned her back on the family business to write and illustrate children’s books. But with a sister who leads the Knights of the Dragon, it’s impossible to get away from the secret society whose mission is to destroy and enslave dragons. When information falls into her hands along with the opportunity to save at least one of the ancient creatures, she can’t turn away any longer.
When a woman moves into the cabin above Tarrant Cooper’s secret underground lair, he’s both suspicious and intrigued. He hasn’t lasted four thousand years being careless, so when he suspects her of being a part of the Knights, the plan is to kidnap her and find out how much the organization knows about him and his brothers.
He’s drawn to Valeriya, but trusting her could get him killed. Even if she’s a pawn in the war between drakons and Knights, giving her his heart would mean forever.
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Excerpt:
“What’s going to happen to me?” She had to know.
Tarrant sighed and walked around the counter until he was standing beside her. He cupped her face in his hands. “I honestly don’t know.” Then he kissed her.
Unlike the last time, she was ready for him. But the heat and power of the caress still took her off guard. If she’d been standing, her knees would have buckled. The warmth of his hands soaked into her skin. His lips were firm, yet supple.
“Tarrant.” She whispered his name this time. Last time, she hadn’t even known it. She still didn’t know his last name. Not that it truly mattered.
His tongue touched hers, and she leaned inward, wanting more. It was crazy to be drawn to her captor. He might have been kind and held her while she’d cried. He might have cooked her food and made her tea. But she could never forget he’d taken her for reasons of his own. And she had no idea what those reasons were.
She tried to focus on her gift, but it wasn’t easy. Not when he was kissing her. There was no sense of danger, only a knowing that she was where she was supposed to be. It didn’t make any sense. None of this situation did. Maybe her intuition was faulty, but she honestly didn’t think so. It had served her well her entire life.
So maybe, just maybe, it was telling her the truth. Tarrant wasn’t a threat to her. Yes, he was big and dangerous and obviously skilled, since he’d managed to take her without her knowing. She should be terrified of him. But she wasn’t. If anything, she yearned to get closer to him.
Maybe she was the one who was crazy.
Excerpt 3:
Strange as it was, she trusted Tarrant more than she’d ever trusted anyone in her life. Common sense told her everything was mostly likely a ruse and he was most likely working for her sister or another of the Knights. But her intuition was saying just the opposite.
“Just what I said.” Tarrant sprawled on the other leather sectional and spread his arms across the back, taking up most of it with his big body. He might be living underground, but there was nothing basement-like about this place. It was gorgeous.
“I can’t let you go. Your sister or one of the Knights would grab you in a heartbeat.”
“So you took me in order to protect me?” She slowly released the grip on her legs and slid them back down.
He shook his head. “Wish I could say that was totally true, but I can’t. That’s a side benefit. I took you in case you were working with the Knights and had information. If you didn’t have information, I thought you might be valuable.”
Wow, that was brutally honest and painful to hear. “I see.”
Tarrant huffed out a breath and sat forward, resting his forearms on his legs. “No. No, you don’t see at all. You’re dangerous to me. I should take you back and let the Knights deal with you.”
Her stomach dropped and she thought she might be ill. She hadn’t realized how safe she felt here with Tarrant until he threatened to take it away. She swallowed before she could speak . “And will you? Take me back?”
“Never.” The single word dropped between them like an anvil.
She licked her dry lips. “Never is a long time.”
One corner of his mouth kicked up. “Time is something I have plenty of.”
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