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Blood of the Drakon, Book 6
BY N.J. WALTERS
Dying isn’t an option. I’ve survived a kidnapping, and now I’m on the run from the Knights of the Dragon who want my gift. There’s nothing a dragon loves more than treasure. I’m Abigail Owens, and I can sense gemstones. When I find myself drawn to a beautiful stone bracelet at a tiny shop in Moscow, I can’t help but have it — even though I can sense it’s power. But I didn’t realize with this one decision I’ve just put myself in the middle of a war between the Knights and a Drakon.
I guess I’m just lucky like that.
The only person I trust even a little is Vasili Zima, which is weird since I’m not sure if he wants to kill me or protect me. I’m drawn to him in a way I hadn’t thought possible, and he feels the same way, or he wouldn’t be risking his life to help me. He’s wanted by the bad guys just as much as I am, and staying with me, well, there’s a hundred percent chance I’m about to get us both killed. But I will not be going down without a fight.
Blood of the Drakon, Book 6
BY N.J. WALTERS
Note from N.J.: I love writing paranormal romance. The possibilities are endless. When I set out to write the Blood of the Drakon series I met four brothers, all the sons of full-blooded dragons and human women. Four thousand years old, they have lived alongside humans all this time, keeping mostly to themselves. As I began to write the series, the world grew a bit bigger—after all, there had to be more drakons.
As always seems to happen to me, I found myself curious about a secondary character—Abigail Owens. (Readers may remember her from Drakon’s Past.) This is her story. And there just might be a very sexy drakon in her future.
It seemed crazy to be considering such a thing, but deep in her heart Abigail knew it was the truth. Vasili was a drakon. She had no idea why he could touch the bracelet and not be trapped by it. Or maybe he was. Maybe she was the trap.
Horror snaked through her. Was that the reason he was kissing her, touching her? Was it because of the curse or spell or whatever it was. She stared at his broad back, wondering how to address the subject. He obviously didn’t want to talk, but this was far too important to ignore.
“What if I’m the trap?” she blurted.
Vasili tensed and slowly turned around so he was facing her. The frown on his face would have scared her if she didn’t know him. Come to think of it, it did scare her. A little. Okay, a lot, but she wasn’t about to back down.
“What do you mean?” He set his mug back down on the tray, but stayed away from her.
Abigail shrugged and looked at the bracelet. It seemed so harmless. If the silver were cleaned up, it would simply look like an expensive piece of bling. But it was so much more.
“You said it yourself,” she pointed out. “I was attracted to this.” She held up her arm.
“And you were attracted to me. So what if the Knights are using me as a trap.” She swallowed heavily, her heart aching. “Maybe that’s why you’re attracted to me, why you kissed me. Maybe you don’t have a choice.”
And that part hurt more than it should. Whether Vasili kissed her again or not should be low down on her list of priorities. The most pressing ones were staying alive and getting out of the country. But somehow their kissing was at the top of the list. She hated to think that what they felt for one another was nothing more than some spell the Knights had conjured.
And it was weird to think that was even possible. Magic and spells happened in books or movies, not in real life.
Of course, most people didn’t think drakons existed outside of myths and books, but she knew differently. And she’d learned firsthand back home in Vas Vegas that magic was not only real but extremely dangerous.
The temperature in the room seemed to drop. Maybe it was her imagination, but she didn’t think so.
“What are you suggesting? That I’m so weak I’d be drawn in by some spell.”
God save her from the male ego.
N.J. Walters is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who has always been a voracious reader, and now she spends her days writing novels of her own. Vampires, werewolves, dragons, time-travelers, seductive handymen, and next-door neighbors with smoldering good looks—all vie for her attention. It’s a tough life, but someone’s got to live it.
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