Song of the Dragon
Raven is convinced she’s hallucinating when she meets her guardian fairy, Elspeth, and crude angel Troy. Sacked from her job, Raven drools over the stunning Greylan, who offers her a position. Her PA status is about to get very personal.
Greylan is determined to discover the identity of the slayer that threatens his island home. He has sworn to protect his people, and as the Dragon King he can do no less. Discovering Raven is from a line of dragon slayers he is convinced she is the one, and kidnaps her. However Greylan finds himself fighting not just for his island but for Raven.
A slight smudge of a grin edged his lips, she amused him. And also something else, Greylan decided to see where it would lead. He hauled her to her feet and tried to ignore the flash of electricity that burnt over him.
She gave him a tremulous smile; her eyes lowered, and then glanced up at him. They were a soft, smoking velvet. “I’m Raven St Claire, pleased to meet you.”
Her softly uttered words sent tingles down his spine. “Greylan Mallory, owner of this company.” He cricked his head, considering her, and wondered what had happened. Her eye was swollen, her lip cut, and a vivid bruise discoloured one side of her face. “I see you’ve had an accident?”
Raven spoke without thinking. “It was no accident, I fell off the ceiling.”
“Really?” His eyes widened in surprise at her reply. Yet didn’t pursue it, he couldn’t work this insane woman out. She was entirely different from anyone he’d ever met before.
He led her to a soft couch, away from the formal desk and chairs, where he’d conducted the other interviews. Each fawning female had irritated the hell out of him.
Greylan noticed how she fiddled around with her hair; he’d never seen such a mess. He missed nothing, noting her suit, which appeared dated; it looked more suitable for a second hand shop. He was also curious as to why she appeared to grip it, and the heated glares she kept throwing towards his desk.
Greylan could sense something, but wasn’t sure what. A presence lingered, yet it wasn’t violent towards him, therefore he allowed it. His interest piqued about the woman.
He indicated. “Please, sit down and tell me about yourself.” Greylan sat opposite, resting one heavy thigh across his leg, and he studied her. She looked virginal, untried and pure. He could taste her nervousness, along with a wave of anger.
Again directed away from him. Greylan couldn’t work her out, which was rare in itself. He had an inbuilt intuition which wasn’t operating with this woman. His gaze trawled over her, he had an urge to fuck her, and a host of crazy signals smashed into his crotch. Greylan raised a brow as his cock lurched to life.
He experienced an acute desire to dirty her, with his body and his thoughts.