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Hi y'all, The dragons are breathing fire and flying again this month. Don't you just love getting hot?
DRAGON ISLAND, book 8 of the Dragon Love series, is out. I've got to say that, although I've a blast writing all my dragon books, this is the one I've enjoyed the most. I hope you'll check it out while you're having fun in the summer sun.
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DRAGON ISLAND
(Dragon Love 8)
 About DRAGON ISLAND ~
Clumsy Arielle Hopper slipped and fell off a cruise ship amid tumultuous waves. Rescued by a mystical creature that can't possibly exist, she's sure she'll die. Until, that is, the creature carries her to a deserted island. At least, she thinks it's deserted until three sexy men find her. Does she tell them what really happened? Yet her story of escaping danger on the ship then being rescued by a dragon sounds too unbelievable-even to her.
Weredragons Branson and Anthony D'Angelo and their friend Montana Welton know there's more to Arielle's story. No woman just washes up on an island with precious jewels in her pocket without something else going on.
The men are entranced by their unexpected visitor. Is she the woman they've waited for? Will she tell them the truth? If she does, are they ready to tell her their truth? Or will her past ruin their chance at loving their mate?
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Enjoy an Exclusive Excerpt from...
DRAGON ISLAND
I'm going to die.
Arielle shut her eyes and said a small prayer.
The sound of the gunshot startled her. Her body stiffened, her breath held.
And then she realized that she wasn't dead. She wasn't in pain. The lurch of the elevator jolted her into opening her eyes. Glancing down at her shirt, she expected to see a dark stain spreading over her chest, but it was as clean and pristine white as ever.
I got away. Holy hell, I got away.
She clutched the radio that connected her to the kitchen. "Hello? Chef? Anyone? I'm being chased by armed gunmen. Please, someone call Security." She checked the lights on the elevator. "I'm in an elevator and going to the lower deck. Is anyone there? Does anyone hear me?"
She knew what had happened before she lifted the radio and stared at the unlit light. Her stomach fell to the floor. Once again, she'd forgotten to check the battery power. The radio was dead.
She'd have to get to one of the other staff members and use their radio to contact the captain. The security on the ship was more used to handling drunken customers than jewel smugglers, but they were all they had.
The bell rang as the doors slid open. A few people piled inside, doing so before she could get out of the car. Once she'd gotten past them, she looked around for a staff member. Rain had started to fall, explaining why there weren't more people on the deck. What she saw, however, chilled her.
The deck was deserted except for Jake, Cartana, and Wilson, who stood several yards away. They stared straight at her, hate in their eyes. She took off running again, intent on making it to the other side of the ship and the bridge. Strangely, her mind questioned. Was it the bow or the stern? She never got it right.
She dashed along the side of the deck, keeping near the railing and moving as quickly as she could. Where the hell was everyone? Although nighttime, she would've expected to run into a few of the staff members. They, too, must've decided to see the new entertainment that had been drawing standing-room crowds. That and the worsening weather. Rain came down harder, beating against her. Why hadn't she gotten off on one of the upper decks? Or run into the dining areas?
The area close to the railing should've been cleared of debris, and for the most part, it was. But somehow she still found a way to trip and stumble. The slickened deck didn't help.
"Help! Someone, help!"
Where the hell is everyone?
* * * *
Branson D'Angelo soared over the open ocean. Although the night sky was filled with stars, he didn't worry about being seen. His cloaking skill was in full force. Besides, who was going to see him over the ocean?
The dark blue sky had been clear when he'd started his flight. Now storm clouds were moving in, and rain was picking up, pelting him. The water, a deeper blue-green, shimmered underneath him. Dolphins played in the water, jumping high to catch his attention, their extraordinary senses allowing them to see past the shimmers created by the cloak. If a human happened to stare at exactly the right place, they might see the strange motion in the air, but most wouldn't have thought long enough to care what might be causing the effect.
Years earlier, his cousin Anthony D'Angelo and their friend Montana Welton had decided to leave human civilization behind. The discord between the four main dragon clans, Talasium, Emeralian, Verian and Dradian, had driven them away. They'd met in a bar just outside Rome, Italy, and, after sharing an expensive bottle of scotch, they'd come up with the plan to buy a private island.
They were already independently wealthy but enjoyed investing both in the world markets as well as real estate. Their lives on the island were peaceful. Whenever they wanted company, excitement, or sexual playmates, they'd fly to the nearby Hawaiian Islands, where they owned several acres of prime real estate along with a spacious home.
He played, dipping and diving, then lifting his head to soar back into the heavens. Sometimes he dropped low enough to skim his tail along the water's surface. The dolphins laughed, enjoying the game. Flapping his wings at his sea friends, he drove upward into the night sky. Lightning flashed, brightening the scene for a few seconds. By the time he leveled out again, he was feeling wonderful, his wings stretched out as far as they could go. He coasted on the air currents, heading toward the path many cruise lines took. Seeing their twinkling lights against the dark ocean was like seeing houses decked out with lights during the holiday season.
There's one now.
He dropped lower, wanting to get a good look at the ship. With the rain getting worse, he doubted many people would be out on the decks. The ship was a large one, one that catered to people used to luxury. Only a few people milled around the upper decks and were heading inside as the storm grew worse. Just four people were on the lowest deck. They were moving fast, which was reckless on a ship at night and especially on a wet deck. The sound of music rang out from somewhere inside the ship.
He slipped lower, knowing his cloak and the rain would keep him hidden. His sensitive dragon eyesight cut through the darkness, bringing the shape below him into clear focus. The woman running on the lower deck was interesting. She wasn't classically beautiful, but she had a sweet oval face and a way of moving that seemed innocent, even clumsy, yet intriguing. She had luscious curves and breasts that stretched her rain-soaked top.
Lightning flashed far too close to him, drawing his attention away from the woman. When he looked back, she was no longer there.
She probably went inside.
Yet, for some reason, he didn't think she had. The three men that had been running after her had come to a stop and were busy arguing. He pulled his wings closer to fly lower.
Being a large dragon made getting near the ship difficult. He took a quick look at the men as he swept by, his body blowing air against them, before whipping around to circle the ship.
The men stood next to the place where one of the escape boats hung and were arguing with two crewmembers. Again, the woman was nowhere in sight.
Something doesn't seem right.
Skyward he went, telling himself that it wasn't any of his business and to return home. He flapped his wings, batting against the wind and rain as he pointed his head toward his island home.
* * * *
Arielle slipped as she had so many times before. This time, however, she wasn't able to grab hold of anything. Falling on her bottom, she felt her body sliding. Her fingers latched onto the lowest bar of the railing, but because the bar was slippery, she couldn't hold on. She slid against the service gate and felt it give way when it was supposed to be locked. Screaming at the same moment as a thunderclap, she went over the side.
The icy chill of the ocean shocked her body as she hit the water. Her breath was knocked out of her, her shirt pulled out of her skirt's waistband from the force of her entry. Bubbles surrounded her, and for a moment, she just existed, not afraid, not struggling. Resigned to whatever might happen next.
Then the shock wore off.
Oh God.
Her lung burned for air as she started swimming. She prayed she was going in the correct direction, but without light flooding down from above, she couldn't be sure.
Please. Someone help me.
She burst above the surface and gasped for air. "Help!" Her shout sounded small compared to the lapping waves next to the cruise ship. Water filled her mouth as she struggled to stay afloat. Was anyone there? The men had to have seen her go overboard. She peered into the darkness and looked toward the lower deck. With the waves buoying her up and down, white caps all around her, and her hair strung in front of her face, she could see only a few feet in front of her.
The water kept moving her farther from the ship. "Help!" How long would it be before anyone missed her? Was she going to die lost in the ocean?
"You! Waitress!"
Someone was there. She craned her neck, trying her best to see who it was.
"Catch the life preserver."
Although the words gave her comfort, the familiarity of the voice didn't.
Jake.
Something struck her head then bounced off. She let out a cry of relief as she reached out and snagged the life preserver.
"We're coming for you."
They were? But why?
Her gaze fell on the small bag looped around her wrist. When had she put the thick strap around her wrist?
"Where is the bag?"
They didn't want to save her. They wanted the stolen jewels.
If she'd had the strength to call out, she would've told them to go fuck themselves.
"We'll save you. Do you still have the bag?"
Yeah, right.
They'd save her, but once they had the bag, they'd kill her. She had only one choice. With her tears mixing with the salty water, she clung to the life preserver and started swimming away from the ship.
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