Waterfall
A Dragon’s Fate
Novella
Book 1
Lacy Danes
Lacy Danes
Genre: Romance, Alternate
Worlds, Paranormal, Steamy/Erotic
Publisher: Samhain
Publishing
Number of pages: 138
Word Count: 38K
Book Description:
It’s
easy to fall in love. Destiny requires tooth and claw.
Curses
are designed to be cruel, but the one afflicting Jordan and his
brothers is almost beyond bearing. A dragon born by blood magic, he
is an immortal trapped in human form, with only one hope of finding
his eternal mate. He must bite her—and pray she lives.
One
dark night, he senses the wounded heartbeat of a woman in the
shadows, begging him to end her life. Ever the gentleman, he
chivalrously obliges her wish. Only to discover three days later that
she lives. And has married another.
Celeste
always dreamed of marrying for love, but the nightmare of living in
her father’s home drives her to wed the Duke of Hudson. Yet on her
wedding eve, she is compelled to follow a mysterious man who
professes to know her secret. A man with curious blue scales on his
muscular arms—whose shadowed eyes reflect a dangerous mix of
destiny and desire…
Warning:
This novel contains four super-hot dragon
brothers, and a curse born from magical power that has left them
wondering who they are all their lives.
Excerpt:
Carefully
stepping around scattered, fractured boards, trunks and lengths of
tangled rope, Jordan and Ferrous neared the last grouping of rocks at
the trees’ edge. Jordan sighed. About time.
A
faint heartbeat crawled out of the obscure shadows, stalked up his
spine. Something lived from this bloody mess. Though barely.
Jordan
stilled.
Ferrous
turned to the left. “I feel it too.”
Jordan
followed.
On
the opposite side of the rocks, jagged boards bumped, clattering
against a boulder. A mass of
tangled
human remains bobbed and swayed with each lap of water against the
shore.
From
this mess, a heartbeat cried. Jordan closed his eyes and sighed as
his stomach flipped. He would find it. He stepped into the water amid
the carnage and shuddered. I must move as hastily as possible. I can
do this. The sound of life grasped him as if a hand itself clasped
his flesh. He flinched, then turned to the left.
An
arm’s length away, half in the water, lay a woman. Her limbs were
twisted and broken, as if made of nothing more than weeds. A man’s
head, severed from the body it had once belonged to, floated close to
her hand. Jordan’s heart pinched, and the scales on his elbows
prickled anew.
No
one deserved to be half alive after experiencing a tragedy such as
this. He stepped up next to her, knocking the human debris away with
his boot. He leaned down and wrapped one hand about her slim, bare
shoulders. The other he slid beneath her knees, fisting up a handful
of her full skirts. She should have drowned in such a garment. He
lifted her, pulling her body up against his.
She
hung like a sack of barley in his grasp. Her long, wet skirts and
hair trailed cold water in a stream, trickling over the rocks and
babbling down into his boots. He turned and stumbled along the slag
toward the trees.
Ferrous
turned after him. “She won’t live, Jordan.” He strode behind
him. “Leave her.”
Her
clothing, laden with seawater, soaked his coat in blood. Was it hers
or the rotting blood of the pool in which she had lain? He shook his
head. Don’t think about the stench. He grimaced. Think about her.
Ferrous
was right. She would never live.
He
fell to his knees and laid her on the high grass that bordered the
trees. Her dress was that of an aristocrat, finely tailored with
small pearls and embroidery now torn open down to her flesh in
several places. Her hair had been swept up with the sun, golden rays
that now hid beneath a cloud of red death. “I will end her
suffering.” Yes, that was the correct thing to do.
“For
bloody sake, Jordan. You are not to indulge unless you have an
inkling she may be the one. There are no exceptions to our rules.
Look what happens to Ilmir when he breaks one. Who knows what
calamity awaits us in London.”
Jordan’s
jaw clenched, and he narrowed his eyes, refusing to look at Ferrous,
who stood behind him. “This is different, and you damn well know
it. I am not Ilmir, and she is not a woman I am courting. She is
dying.”
“Being
chivalrous?” Ferrous threw up his hands, grumbled and walked
through the trees back toward the shore. “Make haste. I wish to
make this hellish scene vanish this hellish scene and be to London to
deal with Ilmir.”
Did
Ferrous truly think he wanted to do this? To kill another woman was
the last thing he wished. Twenty years had passed… Jordan inhaled a
deep breath and blew it out between tense lips. He ran his fingers
down her pale cheek and around her chin, tilting her face toward his.
A slender nose, full, angelic lips, and noble cheekbones. A beauty.
“To a better afterlife, dear.”
He
raised her chin, exposing her long, graceful neck and faintly beating
pulse. Another death…
Dash
it. He stared unblinking at the slight flutter of her blood beneath
her skin. Relax, Jordan. He closed his eyes and exhaled. All will be
well.
Prickling
pain clawed through the roof of his mouth as his two pointed teeth
extended into thin slivers of bone. He stared down at her neck. She
had been floating in blood and seawater. He spit on her neck, twice.
His saliva glimmered as it slid down her throat to the grass below.
There, that should wash away the dirt she had stewed in. Or would it?
His throat tightened. Don’t lick her. Be done with it.
He
leaned in and pressed his teeth to her vein. His mouth opened, saliva
pooled heavily, and his tongue thickened. The pouches by his back
teeth filled with poisonous blood, forcing his jaw still wider. He
inhaled a jagged breath. His heart leapt and pounded, vibrating
through his entire being…
Bite
her, Jordan. Be done with it. Bite her.
Her
faint pulse bumped against his teeth, willing him to take her as his
mate. Mate? Well, that urge was pointless. She would pass just as
swiftly as the others. He rolled his lip back and hissed, then
pressed, slicing through her soft, salty outer skin and into her
tepid blood flowing below.
She
didn’t flinch.
This
was the first time he had taken a woman when he was not passionately
joined with her. Odder yet not to have her scream. To have her do
nothing but lie on the wilted grass.
He
swallowed. Dirt be damned, he needed to taste her and know that one
essence of the life he now took. He fluttered his tongue on her
smooth skin. Warm, salty blood slid thickly down his tongue. Damn.
His muscles quivered as his poisonous blood streamed from his pouches
and down his teeth, twisting into her veins.
The
task was done. There would be no more. He would not take his pleasure
in her. He would not know the feel of her flesh against his. He would
never know her favorite color. This woman, like all the others who
had come before, was not meant to be his. Enough!
He
growledand opened his mouth wide. Her soft flesh slipped from his
fangs. He pulled his head back, and their mixed blood trailed in
streams down her neck and dress. His vision shifted and popped.
Adrenaline mixed with power bubbled through his veins. This…this,
he had missed.
This
was what he was meant to be. His full elemental power at a glimpse.
He tossed his hair back and then growled a dragon’s cry up to where
the moon should hang in a radiant, colored vision. Yet only
the
ebony fog resided tonight. There was no moon to lighten this scene.
His vision rippled with detailed clarity. Ah. Indeed. This was the
power that years of existence without his mate had diminished. He
wanted this power back. It had been too long. In a burst of speckled
light, everything changed back to somber mist. Bloody hell. His
throat closed off, and his eyes burned. No! He swallowed hard, and
his shoulders sagged. This was a tease. A temptation.
He
closed his eyes and shook his head. He would never know more of what
the Zir were than this… Death and a glimpse of the exhilarating
power they were destined to have.
He
inhaled and smelled her metallic, sweet blood on his lips. His tongue
traced his teeth and upper lip, gathering up the enslaving essence.
Sweet orange blossoms and candied cherries. His made-up version of
what she should taste like. Remember her. His jaw trembled as hot
blood pounded through him to his groin. His soul wanted more of her.
To mate. To love. To live a lifetime of companionship.
He
clenched his teeth, and his fangs pierced his lower lip. You have
done enough to end her suffering. Quite enough. Let her be. He opened
his eyes once more.
A
shadow shaped as Ferrous stood head down and arms straight out in the
air at the rocks’ edge. “Make haste. I wait no more.”
Jordan
placed her head softly back on the grass. “Will scant be a moment
more of pain, beauty.” He trailed his hand down her broken arm to a
heavy, thick bracelet looping her wrist. He unclasped the chain and
slowly rubbed the metal between his fingers. His token of her death.
He tucked the jewelry in his inner coat pocket, then rose to his full
height. Turning to his left, he skulked into the inky woods.
About
the Author:
Lacy
Danes made a New Year's resolution to write a hot, historical
romance.
A
year and a half later, she achieved her goal. She lives in Portland,
Oregon, where besides writing she enjoys playing cards, chasing her
kids around, and savoring a great martini with the man of her dreams
all while watching the world go by.
Visit
Lacy at her web site.
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