Saved By Her Dragon (Dragon Guards #5)
By Julia Mills
Coming September 23rd
There Are No Coincidences…
Devon’s heritage has given him a unique perspective into the world around him. His father was one of the fiercest Guardsmen in history and his mother is a very talented and highly respected Healer. At the age of his transformation he made the choice to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a Guardsman but in his heart he always carried the belief and wisdom of his mother’s clan. That knowledge and his complete trust in Destiny may be all that saves the One the Universe made for him.
The Universe Does Not Make Mistakes…
Orphaned as a child and raised by powerful Earth witches, Anya Sloane thought her life was pretty normal and relatively happy until the night she left the family farm and headed into town. Abducted and left for dead outside the hospital, she spent the better part of a month fighting her way out of a magically induced coma only to wake and find everything she’d ever knew was little more than smoke and mirrors.
Fate Will Not Be Denied…
Anya is the light of his soul and the only woman able to tame the beast within. Devon has the strength and knowledge she will need in the coming days. Together, they just may be the key to saving Dragon kin. All they have to do is defeat the traitor…but that means they have to find him first.
Excerpt from Epilogue of For the Love of Her Dragon:
Needing to stretch his legs and get some fresh air, Devon stepped outside, sure to keep the large doors at the end of the hall in sight. Watching a cluster of dragonflies flitting around the blossoms of an azalea bush, his mind wandered, and for the first time he heard the voice of the woman from his dreams during his waking hours. She sounded even more desperate than when he was deep in slumber. “Help me, please.”
He closed his eyes, focused on the echo of the voice, and spoke to her the same way he communicated with his brethren, “Who are you? Where are you?”
There was a slight intake of breath and then she answered, “Can you really hear me? Please tell me I’m not dreaming.”
He looked around to make sure one of his brethren wasn’t pranking him and saw nothing or no one that even looked familiar. “Yes, I can hear you.” He paused, realizing she hadn’t answered his questions and decided to try a different approach to get the answers he needed. “My name’s Devon. What is yours?”
There was no answer and the silence droned on until he was sure either he had imagined her or she had decided to screw with someone else. As he reentered the hospital, the voice came again, and this time it was louder and clearer, and if possible, more panicked. “Help me, please?”
His lack of sleep and frustration got the better of him and he snapped, “How the hell am I supposed to help you when won’t tell me where you are or who you are?”
Again his question was met with silence, but this time it made him want to yell or hit something, or act in ways completely uncharacteristic for him. There was something about her voice, something that he felt every time he heard it, something that called to him. He wanted to chalk it up to the fact that he was a sworn protector and she needed help, but he knew it went deeper than that. Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, he decided she was gone for real this time and took his seat next to reception.
It wasn’t long before Sam came out looking like she needed a weeks’ worth of sleep. Trying to lighten the mood, he teased, “How’s tricks, Doc?”
She smiled and leaned against the desk, “Busy and beat, my friend. How about…”
He missed the rest of what Sam said because at that moment, his senses were assaulted with the scent of sand and the sea. It wasn’t a dream this time. It was real…and nearby! Without a word, he followed the tantalizing aroma, immediately locating its origin. A gurney quickly moving away from him with long dark tresses hanging off the side and an elegant olive-toned hand lying precariously on top of the white blanket covering the patient it transported was the source.
Devon raced to catch up but just missed the elevator as the doors closed. Using his enhanced senses, he listened as the orderly pushing the gurney asked his companion to press the button for x-ray. He raced back to reception, grabbed Sam by the arm and quickly walked back to the elevators.
“What’s going on, Dev?” Sam asked, and it was the concern in her voice that made him stop and explain.
“You’re going to think I’m nuts, but the woman that was just wheeled to x-ray has been talking to me, through mind speak…in my dreams.” He waited for Sam to tell him he was crazy, but all she did was push the down arrow and smile at him.
“You aren’t taking me to the Psych ward are you?”
“No, silly man, we’re going to x-ray.”
“You believe me?” He was as surprised as he had ever been.
“Of course I do. Of all the things I’ve seen hanging out with you guys, this is tame,” she laughed as the elevator doors opened and they stepped inside.
When they arrived at their destination, Sam used her access to look up the patient, but came back knowing no more than they did before. “She is listed as a Jane Doe and they have no idea what’s wrong with her. She has no outward injuries, but has been unresponsive for almost six weeks and shows no signs of improvement.”
His heart sank and it apparently showed on his face, because Sam touched his forearm before saying, “I’m so sorry, Dev. Is there anything else I can do?”
“I don’t know, Sam, I just don’t know,” he answered, and it was then that everything clicked into place. The mind speak, her scent, his undeniable need to help her no matter the cost, it was all there, but he had been too frustrated and too tired to see it. Devon blurted out what he was thinking, “Holy shit, she’s my mate.”
I am a sarcastic,sometimes foul-mouthed, not afraid to drink a beer, always southern woman with 2 of the most amazing teenage daughters, a menagerie of animals and a voracious appetite for reading who recently decided to write the stories running through her brain.
I read my first book, Dr Suess’ Cat in The Hat by myself at 4 and was hooked. I believe a good book along with shoes, makeup and purses will never let a girl down and that all heroes of all the books I have ever read or will ever write pale in comparison to my daddy!
I am a sucker for a happy ending and love some hot sweaty sex with a healthy dose of romance.I am still working on my story but believe it will contain all of the above with as much SPICE as I can work into it.
Her Dragon to Slay