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YOU FLIRT WITH FIRE...
For Aoife Dakar, seeing is believing-and she's seen some extraordinary things. It's too bad no one else believes that she witnessed a supernatural murder at an outdoor fair. Returning to the scene for proof, Aoife encounters a wise-cracking demon dog-and a gloriously naked man who can shift into a dragon and kiss like a god. Now thrust into a fantastical world that's both exhilarating and terrifying, Aoife is about to learn just how hot a dragon's fire burns.
WHEN YOU DATE A DRAGON
Kostya has no time for a human woman with endless questions, no matter how gorgeous or tempting she is. He must break the curse that has splintered the dragon clans before more of his kind die. But his powerful attraction to Aoife runs much deeper than the physical-and there may be more to her than even his sharp dragon eyes can see. To survive the coming battle for the fate of his race, he needs a mate of true heart and soul.
While each of these series can be read as standalone, the connecting characters all tie in through out each one.
The Dragon Septs series includes these series:
READ an EXCERPT of Dragon Fall HERE
Kostya
took my arms in his hands, giving me a little shake. “You appear to be denying
the existence of Jim, amongst other things. Is that it? You do not wish to
admit that I am a dragon, and Jim is a demon?”
“Oh,
now you’re a dragon, are you?” I asked, stifling the urge to laugh
hysterically.
“I
have always been a dragon.” His tone implied that he was vaguely insulted, but
before I could make a comment about his sanity—let alone mine for even having
that conversation—the world as I knew it came to an end.
Or
rather, the world that I had lived in for the last two years ended. Before my
unbelieving eyes, Kostya’s form seemed to shimmer for a moment before morphing
into that of a black dragon, complete with glossy black scales, ivory claws,
and trickle of smoke coming out of one nostril. I froze, staring, my brain
trying to come to terms with the impossible being in front of me, but before I
could do more than squawk, the dragon shimmered again and Kostya stood in its
place.
That
was the moment that my sad little inner voice stood up and shouted with joy,
filled with vindication after two years of denial.
“Holy
sex me now!” I said, the rest of my brain still having problems coping with the
fact that a dragon—a dragon!—had
stood before me, his claws on my arms.
Told you so,
said the formerly sad inner voice. Guess
Terrin was right all along, huh? Now we can get on with life. I wonder what a
demon lord does?
And
that’s when the penny dropped. “You’re the black dragon I saw at GothFaire that
night the world went insane. You’re the guy Terrin pointed out to me.”
“I
do not know anyone named Terrin. As for your request—”
“What
request?” I asked, confused while my mind was busy pushing bits of puzzle
pieces into place. No wonder Kostya looked familiar to me. But that meant that
everything Terrin told me was true. Which in turn meant I wasn’t the least bit
ga-ga. Relief swamped me when I added, “I didn’t ask you for anything.”
“You
did. You asked me to sex you now. I realize that you desire my body,” Kostya
said to me in the same stern tone of voice that my father had used whenever I
was caught doing something I oughtn’t, “but now
is hardly the time or place for such actions. I will admit, however, that the
thought is not displeasing to me. You are quite comely. Later, we will have the
sexing. But for now, we must remain focused.”
I
giggled. I couldn’t help it, the giggle just slipped out.
His
frown returned. “You find me amusing?”
“I
find your phrasing amusing. Comely,
to be exact. I don’t think I’ve ever heard it used outside of a Georgette Heyer
novel. And for the record—” I had to stop for a moment to get a grip on myself.
Apparently, my brain decided that giggling was good, and there was no reason to
cease that action. “For the record, I do not desire your body. Not that you’re
hideous or anything, far from it. Even with those scars, your chest is really
nice, and I like your legs because they aren’t scrawny, and you have nice
shoulders and naughty bits, but I’ve never been one to put physical attributes
ahead of more important things.”
“Such
as?” He had his hands on his hips when he asked the question, which just made
me want to giggle again.
“Intelligence,
a sense of humor, and oh yes, not being a mythical creature.” I swallowed
another giggle. “Not that it wasn’t a cool form, but still. I like my men
without the sort of baggage that must go with being a shapeshifter.”
“Is
that so?” One eyebrow lifted.
“Yes.”
“Then
you will not like this.” He pulled me against him, his mouth moving into place
on mine, his breath hotter than I could have imagined. And then he kissed the
very wits right out of my brain.
Katie McAlister
For as long as she can remember, Katie MacAlister has loved reading. Growing up in a family where a weekly visit to the library was a given, Katie spent much of her time with her nose buried in a book. Despite her love for novels, she didn't think of writing them until she was contracted to write a non-fiction book about software. Since her editor refused to allow her to include either witty dialogue or love scenes in the software book, Katie swiftly resolved to switch to fiction, where she could indulge in world building, tormenting characters, and falling madly in love with all her heroes.
Two years after she started writing novels, Katie sold her first romance, Noble Intentions. More than thirty books followed during the years after Noble's publication. Her novels have been translated into numerous languages, been recorded as audiobooks, received several awards, and placed on the New York Times, USA Today, and Publishers Weekly bestseller lists. She also writes for the young adult audience as Katie Maxwell, and for the mystery world as Kate Marsh.
Katie lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and dogs, and can often be found lurking around online.
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