Play With Fire, a green dragon romance, is my party prize. Enjoy your holiday.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day
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
Years of training warred with desire.
He wanted her beyond all reason, but his loyalty to Danela won out. He broke the kiss and lurched to his feet. “Arsdon.”
Her clothes were in disarray and her breasts were exposed. What had he done? “Forgive me, Your Highness.”
Instead of covering her breasts, she rose and removed her bodice. “You’ve done nothing to forgive.”
He shouldn’t be looking, but her beauty held him fast. “You are my liege.”
She smiled. “Tylis is gone. I have no subjects. I have no kingdom.” She untied her skirt and stepped out of it. “You are all I have. You are all I want.”
She took off her lace-trimmed blouse and his breath froze. She stood before him in a thin undergarment that barely covered her hips. Her legs were long and shapely.
He struggled to speak. “My duty is to protect you and deliver you to Valitar.”
Her shift, the last barrier to shield her body, slid to the ground. “My virtue does not need your protection.”
His gaze slid over her. Raen was perfection. Her womanly curves were a siren, calling to him and stirring his blood. She stepped toward him. “Your Highness, I beg you. Do not test me.”
Play With Fire