It’s St. Patrick’s Day. My party prize is Play With Fire, a green dragon romance.
Enjoy the holiday
Princess Raen has lost everything — her parents, her home and her kingdom. She places her life in the hands of the only person she can trust. Her hero wears armor, but he does not arrive on a white stallion. He flies and breathes smoke.
Arsdon finds the city of Tylis in ruin and the princess he secretly loves in mortal danger. Keeping the promise he made to the dying queen becomes a true conflict between love and duty. Protecting the princess is an honor. Loving her is easy. Suppressing his desire is impossible. Giving her up — heartbreaking.
Praise for Play With Fire
“I think readers will embrace this love story with open arms.”
Literary Nymphs Reviewer: Amethyst Nymph
The finality of the moment slammed into Raen. Her father and mother were gone. Never again would she hear their voices or see their faces. The last images of her parents were brutal, but she’d remember them forever. A sob tore through her, raking her heart. Raen threw herself at Arsdon and clung to him.
He held her tight against his chest, his hands stroking her back. She sought the warmth of his body, but his thin armor shielded her from his heat. Arsdon buried his face in her hair. She turned and pressed her lips to his. Death had taken everything away from her and she needed life. She needed Arsdon.
The heat of his kiss reassured her and banished the fear of a future without her parents. The simmering longing within her flared to life. His kiss deepened, giving her a taste of passion. Burning with desire, Raen moaned and clutched his shoulders.
He stiffened and released her. “Forgive me, Princess.”
“My mother had faith in you. While we huddled in the darkness of the safe room, she assured me that you would come.”
“It is my duty to serve you as I served your mother.”
Despite his protest, his green eyes were fiery. It wasn’t hate or revenge she saw in his eyes, but passion.
“I knew you would come for her. I hoped you’d come for me, too.”
“I would fly through Hell for you. You are my liege.”
“What is a princess without a realm?” She ran her fingers through his hair, something she’d wanted to do for months. “Call me Raen.”
She caressed his cheek. His skin was hot. “I want to be more than an obligation.”
Play With Fire is available at Changeling Press, Amazon, B&N an Kobo