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Hi y'all, I hate writing. There. I said it. I hate writing, but I love it, too. Staring at a computer all day long is a long, lonely, difficult way to make a living. But I keep going, my fingers flying over the keyboard as the characters in my head dance onto the screen. More than anything else in my life--including my tumultuous love affair with chocolate--writing is a love-hate relationship. I hate to start a new book, but I love the drama and the excitement of seeing my characters come to life. I spend every moment at the keyboard ready to find out what happens next. I am in love. And then it all ends. Then I feel both love for the work I've completed and hate that the book has ended. Yes, I'm a writer. I love and hate what I do, but I wouldn't change a thing. I sincerely hope you feel the same about your work. Thank you for the support that allows me to continue writing.
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FALLING FOR HER DRAGONS
(Dragon Love 7)
 About FALLING FOR HER DRAGONS ~
Harper Hanley never expected to witness a murder. Yet when she passes out on top of train tracks and sees a dragon coming toward her, she thinks she's imagined everything, including the murder.
Weredragon half-brothers Roth and Coltrane Kinsburg own the Flying K Ranch along with their friend Pike Killian. When Pike sees Harper pass out on the train tracks, he does the only thing he can think to do. He shifts, picks her up, and flies her back to the ranch.
When the murderer starts killing people around Harper, guilt wracks her. Can the men she's falling for stop the killer before someone else dies? Or will sacrifice herself?
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FALLING FOR HER DRAGONS
Holy shit!
Pike Killian, Emeralian Dragon, folded his wings to his side, putting him into a nosedive. His heart pounded in his chest as he realized that, despite the speed of his descent, he wouldn't get to the woman in time.
Move!
Silently, he urged her to step back. Even a foot might make all the difference.
Down he went. If he didn't pull up soon, he'd drive straight into the ground.
The train whizzed past her. Her hair, a lovely shade of brunette highlighted with strands of chestnut, was blown back from her shoulders. Her yellow dress plastered against her, showing all her ample curves.
Throwing her arms up, she fell backward and didn't move.
He pulled up hard, barely managing to land on his feet. In his haste to reach her, he dropped the cloak that shielded his body. At that very moment, the woman opened her eyes and turned her head.
Shit.
He couldn't be certain, but judging from the way she stared at him, her eyes wide with shock, it was a good bet that she'd seen him as a dragon. Shifting as fast as he could and hoping no one was nearby to see him, he ran for the girl lying so very close to the outer rail of the track.
He went to his knees and pulled her onto his lap. She was even lovelier up close than she was from above. Thankfully, he didn't see any injuries other than a few pinpricks of red along her arms and neck, the result of pebbles flying out from under the train's wheels. "Hey, lady, are you all right?"
Lady didn't feel like the right thing to call her. Not that she wasn't a lady. From the way she was dressed and her overall appearance, she was definitely a lady. Yet the word seemed too formal for her. Even with her eyes closed and no reaction to his question, she seemed friendly. Her sweet oval face couldn't belong to anyone who wasn't a nice person.
He tightened his hold on her, enjoying the way her body pressed against his. She was a lady, yes, but also a woman with womanly curves. Curves that were already making his body perk up and take notice. He slid his gaze over her again, taking more time to enjoy her shape than to look for any wounds.
Her moan jerked him back to reality. Shaking her gently, he tried again to rouse her. "Are you all right?"
Blue eyes, bluer than the ocean off the coast of Jamaica, met his. Although he'd never call himself a romantic, he would've sworn his heart skipped a beat. "Hi. How are you doing?"
She blinked then smiled.
Any man would've killed to have her smile at him. Somehow he'd gotten very lucky to be that man.
"What happened?"
Her voice suited her. All soft around the edges. A sexy voice. One that added to the stirring under his jeans. "You tell me. What were you doing standing so close to the tracks? You almost got yourself killed."
"I did? Urp."
He reared back and made a face. Maybe she was a lady, but she had one hell of a belch.
"Shit. I'm sorry."
He waited a moment for the stench of bad breath mixed with alcohol to subside then gave her a smile of his own. "Don't worry about it. What'd you think you were doing?"
"I've got to go." She tried to sit up but couldn't, falling back onto his lap.
"Take it easy. Tell me who you are and where you need to go."
Her ocean-blue eyes stared up at him as a frown creased her forehead. "Wait. Did you see-"
Shit.
"See what?" His chest tightened as he readied himself.
"Did you see a-?"
Fortunately, she didn't finish the question. Unfortunately, what she did instead wasn't much better.
"Urrrrrp."
If he'd pushed her aside, he might've missed being the target of her vomit. But like the gentleman he was, he held on to her and even held her hair away from her face.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry."
"Tell me what you were doing." A horrible idea came. "You weren't trying to kill yourself, were you?"
"Kill?" Again, her beautiful blue eyes widened. "No, but I think I saw someone kill my new boss."
She was definitely drunk, but was she telling the truth? "You saw a murder?"
At least this time, she managed to cover her mouth before she belched. A giggle followed. "I thought so, but maybe I didn't. I couldn't have seen a dragon, either, right?" She giggled again. "Why'd I see a dragon instead of a pink elephant?"
"I don't know." He was relieved that she already doubted what she'd seen. Yet she really had seen a dragon. Did that mean she'd actually seen a murder? He glanced around, half expecting someone to come charging toward them, ready to kill her for being a witness. They needed to get out of there. "What's your name?"
"Harper." Suddenly, she went pale, heralding yet another upchuck.
He eased her onto her side and let her rip. Once she was finished, he pulled her onto her back again. Her eyes were closed, but her breathing was normal.
She passed out. Damn it. Now what do I do with her?
If he took her back into Dallas or to a police station, he'd have to answer too many questions. Why was he on the train tracks? Why didn't he call 9-1-1? What did he know about a murder? Although he was fairly certain he could give the authorities answers that would satisfy them, he didn't like the idea of being questioned. The fewer people who knew about him and his friends, the better. As dragons, they worked hard to keep a low profile.
He looked down at her again, studying the pouty lips and long, dark eyelashes. Her face was one he could look at for a long time and never get bored. In fact, there was something about her that tugged at his insides-and in more than a sexual way.
What were his options?
He could leave her where she was and pretend he'd never seen her. Of course, he'd move her farther away from the tracks. But he dismissed the idea as quickly as it had come. Leaving a defenseless woman alone and passed out? Not his style.
He could call for help then leave once they were close enough that he was sure they'd find her. But that didn't sit well with him, either. It felt kind of chickenshit.
He could carry her to the nearest house and leave her on their doorstep. Nope. Again, chickenshit.
He could fly her to the nearest hospital and, again, leave her. Once more, he nixed the idea. No Emeralian Dragon would leave a helpless woman.
He had no choice. He'd fly her back to the ranch. If she woke up during the flight, she'd be scared out of her mind, but it was worth the risk. Besides, the ranch wasn't that far.
"Okay, sugar-pie, you're coming home with me."
He stood up, checked the area again for anyone who might be watching, then let the transformation flow through him. Wings and a tail sprouted as the world lost its color and became blanketed in a red hue. His body enlarged, spreading outward and casting a shadow over the woman and the ground. He ached to let loose with either a blast of flames or a growl but refrained, knowing either might draw unwanted attention. Instead, he hurriedly drew his cloak around him. If anyone stared hard enough in his direction, they'd see only the shimmers the cloak made. Most humans would dismiss the shimmers as an oddity of the air or steam rising from the ground.
"Okay, Harper whoever-you-are, it's time for liftoff." He spoke telepathically, as all weredragons did when they were in their beastly forms. Gently wrapping his claws around her, he tucked her safely against his chest. Then, lifting his head skyward, he pushed off, sending his body upward. He was well above the ground and out of sight in less than a minute.
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