Shifters are wonderful characters to create. If you like dragon stories, try Play With Fire.
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
Raen slid her hand around his neck and lifted her mouth to his. “Right now, it is you I need.”
He willed himself not to give into the temptation. She was scared, hurting and vulnerable. He would not take advantage of her fear and pain. Still, his heart pounded. She touched her lips to his. “Princess.”
She snaked her arms around his neck. “Arsdon. My mother told me I could trust you.”
“My life is yours.”
“My mother told me you would never lie to me.”
“You have my oath of allegiance.”
“Then tell me the truth. You’ve wanted me as much as I have wanted you.”
Her statement rocked him to the core. Had her radiant smiles been more than friendliness? Had the heat in her eyes been more than flirtation?
“Your father had higher aspirations for you.”
“He wanted to wed me to a king or a prince. A political union would benefit Tylis. I understand his reasons, but his aspirations no longer guide my future. I make my own way, starting now.”
She kissed him boldly, her lips demanding a response.
For a moment, Arsdon gave into the desire burning inside him. He kissed her back, not as a princess but as a woman. She was all softness and heat. He was all lust and yearning. He explored her curves and hollows, cupping her breast, stroking her hip and squeezing her ass.
He pulled the lacings of her bodice free and yanked her blouse off her shoulder. Kissing a hurried path along her neck, Arsdon sought her breast. Her nipple was firm and her flesh soft. He suckled and tugged.
Raen moaned and arched her back, offering herself. Fire raced through him. His heart pounded and his balls ached. She moved against him, rocking her hips against his erection. She said his name, waking the loyal servant. 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.”