Please join me in welcoming the wonderful and talented Tessa Adams (a.k.a. Tracy Wolff) to my blog. Her dragon books are something truly special that you need to know about!
I’m thrilled to be here today, talking about my new book, Forbidden Embers I’ve been a huge fan of Beth’s since I read her second book, Daring Time, and also think she’s one of the nicest, most wonderful people I’ve ever met.
Anyway, Forbidden Embers is the third book in my Dragon’s Heat series, and it’s a little different than the two that came before it. In this book, Logan (my psychic charmer of a dragon) goes deep undercover in the heart of the enemy clan in an effort to help find a solution, once and for all, to the virus that is ravaging his clan. But once there, he ends up falling for the enemy—the princess of the Wyvernmoon clan who was never meant to be queen. To say that sparks fly is a bit of an understatement, especially since Cecily can more than hold her own against Logan.
Here’s a quick excerpt for you—I hope you enjoy! And leave a comment at the end of this thread, letting me know what your favorite type of romance is, for a chance to win Hidden Embers, the second book in the series.
Logan stood by the edge of the lake, staring up at Cecily in awe as she streaked through the skies in dragon form. She’d told him that she had always been able to shift that quickly, but he figured a part of him had still disbelieved his eyes—at least until she’d done it again.
Still, he wasn’t one to let his shock and marveling keep him on the ground, not when catching her meant he’d finally be able to get rid of this hard-on he’d been sporting for what felt like forever. Besides, two could play her game.
Throwing every ounce of mental acuity he had behind it, he shifted as fast as he could. It was nowhere near as fast as what Cecily could do, but he was still up and flying in a little under two minutes, which was pretty much a record for him. And then the chase was on.
She had a hell of a head start, and in dragon form they were a lot more evenly matched than they were as humans. Which meant that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t quite catch up to her as she streaked and rolled and zoomed through the sky around him.
He almost got her when she flew extra close, but right before they collided, she somersaulted away and then went into a steep dive that was beautiful to watch even as it gave him a little bit of a heart attack.
Pull up, Cecily! he sent to her mentally. When she didn’t immediately obey, just turned to stare at him with wide dragon eyes, he yelled it at her again, even as he raced toward her. Damn it, Cecily, pull the fuck up.
She did and narrowly avoided crashing into a sheer wall of rock. He shuddered at her close escape, then took off after her, determined that playtime was over. That’s it, he projected into her mind again. Let’s land.
But you haven’t caught me …
She spoke back to him, and the second he heard her voice in his head, he nearly fell out of the sky. It was like that sometimes, albeit rarely. But it did happen, when he was completely overwhelmed from the feel of someone’s mind brushing against his own. He’d lived long enough to know that it usually only happened with people who were going to be important to him. Which was the last thing he wanted to think about right now, but there it was.
For one brief second, Cecily’s mind completely opened to him—spreading out before him like a beautiful, golden map. She shimmered with light and incandescent joy, determination, and a conviction that was rare to find. At the same time, there were hints of fear and resignation—he could see the darkness of the emotions marring the purity of the rest of her mind. She was at a crossroads and desperately afraid of taking the wrong path.
He raced to get closer to her—mentally and physically. Tried to throw himself into the psychological chart of her mental processes laid out in front of him, so that he could have a better idea of what was going on inside her and the Wyvernmoon clan. But the second he tried to touch it, to touch her, the map disappeared.
Desperate to get his hands on her now that he’d seen what was inside of her, Logan sped up, arrowing straight at Cecily. Using every ounce of speed and strength and concentration he had, he tackled her in mid-air, sent her sprawling. And then the two of them were rolling and spinning through the air, their bodies winding around each other.
Hi, there, she told him as she stopped trying to flee and simply surrendered her body into his keeping.
Hi there, yourself. His beast reveled in the feel of hers wrapped around it, and so did he. The trust implicit in the act, the way she’d left both her jugular and her underbelly open to him got to him in a way little had in a very long time. Dragons rarely let themselves be that vulnerable, and the fact that she’d made the conscious decision to leave herself that way with him stunned and overwhelmed him.
It also shamed him. How could it not? Oh, he would never go for her jugular, never physically hurt her—he couldn’t, after everything they’d already shared. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to destroy her in the end. Because he might, hell, he probably would. He couldn’t afford to worry about how the Wyvernmoon princess was going to take his duplicity, not after her clan had done everything in its power to wipe the Dragonstars out of existence.