Dragon's Promise
Succubus, slayer or soul mate? He was a Drake, a dragon. She was a St. George, born to slay them. They were meant to be mortal enemies, yet for three days the shifter and the succubus had been insatiable lovers. From that union a secret child had been conceived. Now Caitlin St. George had to finally tell Sean Drake she'd not only borne his son, but that the baby had been kidnapped. And only Sean could save him…The tasks in front of Sean were not easy. He'd had to give his family's enemy all he demanded…and then become what he'd feared the most. Would this mission cost Sean the last shreds of his humanity, or could love finally tame the beast within?
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âMorning, Red.â
The manâs voice was so deep, his overused, outdated greeting so easy and familiar that, for the first time in her life, Caitlin felt her face flush with embarrassment. âWhere am I?â
âAccording to your directions, youâre home. If not, then weâve invaded someone elseâs privacy for the last three days.â
âThree days? What have I been doing?â
âIf you donât know, then I havenât given it my all.â He sighed, then chuckled softly and drew a fingertip down her spine. âFeeding.â
For three days? She was in bed with a man who possessed the chiseled body and face of a Greek god and she couldnât remember the feel of his body on, or in, hers?
âWho are you?â
âLadies first.â
âCaitlin St. George.â
The man froze, his eyes widening for a split second before he moved away from her and shifted into the form of a smoky dragon before disappearing.
DENISE LYNN, an award-winning author, lives in the USA with her husband, son and numerous four-legged âkids.â Between the pages of romance novels she has traveled to lands and times filled with brave knights, courageous ladies and never-ending love. Now she can share with others her dream of telling tales of adventure and romance. You can write to her at PO Box 17, Monclova, OH 43542, USA, or visit her website, www.denise-lynn.com.
Braeden was for Brenda, Cameron for Cherylâ¦
And for my sister Sandy, I grant you Sean, along with all of his passion and his magick.
With much love, always.
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Ancient castle ruins on the east coast of IrelandâOctober 3. Two years ago
Candlelight flickered in the drafty cell, casting eerily dancing shadows on the wall behind the altar. Pacing before the altar, Nathan the Learned paused to stare into the undulating flames, before gazing down into a crystal bowl. The water filling the bowl had been blessed by the light of a full moon to lend more power to his scrying.
He scried not for hints of what the future held, because he knew that once his deeds this night were completed, his future would be secure. Instead, he wanted to see the past. Not just a hazy memory of days gone by, but a clear reckoning of what had brought him to this long-sought-after moment of greatness.
With one hand on the head of the naked, bound woman kneeling at his feet, he waved the other over the bowl. The water rippled outward from the center, as if disturbed by a falling pebble.
A wavering image of a medieval castle appeared. Mirabilus. The medieval stronghold where it all began so very long ago. The water stilled, permitting the reflection to become clearer. A cold breeze, not unlike the one heâd felt that fateful night, brushed across his cheek. The shape of an amethyst dragon formed over the image of the castle. It wavered as if trying to take flight and then it cracked, splintering into a million pieces, just as it had that fateful night. He then saw himself as a child hiding within the darkness of a curtained alcove as the High Druid, his uncle Aelthed, killed his own brotherâNathanâs father. The terror of the child flowed into the man heâd become, settling cold in his belly. He had vowed revenge that night and would soon taste the victory heâd craved for so long.
The image of childhood faded, permitting a new one to appear. Again Nathan saw himself, this time a man full grown, leaning over the High Druid Aelthed as he lay gasping his last breaths upon his bed. He cared not that the wizard suffered in his final moments. The man deserved whatever pain and agony plagued himânot just for killing Nathanâs father, but for also seeing to it that he had been laid to rest in an unhallowed grave, unable to ever attain life after death. Worse, when the time had come for Nathan to be named Dragon Lord of Mirabilus, the honor had gone to another, along with the ancient family grimoire and the two remaining dragon pendants.
Nathan shook with unforgotten rage. Oh, yes, the wizard had paid dearly for those mistakes. As Aelthedâs soul had sought escape from his withered body, Nathan had trapped it in a wooden puzzle box that locked with such an intricate, complicated set of moves no one would ever be able to free his soul. For nearly nine centuries, Aelthedâs soul had remained imprisoned. And for most of those years, Nathan had kept the puzzle box close at hand, guarding it like a prized possession.
Until heâd dropped it while trying to escape death at the talons of a Drakeâs magical dragon when heâd tried to destroy the eldest Drake and his wife.
Now all the items he neededâthe puzzle box, the pendants and the grimoireâwere together under the protection of the current Dragon Lord. From what he could discern, the Drakes had been unable to break the spell holding the wizardâs soul captive. So, just as heâd planned, Aelthedâs spirit was still confined, waiting for Nathan to set him free.
