I hope you’re enjoying the party. We’re at home, but a story can take us to a place of fantasy and excitement. What’s more exciting than a dragon shifter?
Today I’ll be posting excerpts from my DRAGONFIRE series.
My first excerpt is from book one of the series – CAPTURED.
The tyrant Targus has a new pet dragon.
Captured and tossed in an aviary, Zira discovers she is Targus’s new pet. The key to her escape lies with her keeper, a hunky human with a gentle touch who has no idea she can shift.
To please his master, Dragon Keeper Laros must make the new dragon fly. Zira shifts to her human form to seduce her keeper, convincing Laros his midnight visitor is his reward.
When the nights are Dragonfire hot, keeper and dragon may bond in a way neither of them expects.
“This is one very hot and enchanting story, with danger and action, and the slow seduction of the senses that Ms. McCall does so very well.”
— Foxglove, Whipped Cream Reviews
Fear slid down Laros’ spine as he stepped through the pressurized double-gates, the only entrance to the aviary. The three-acre dragon cage was surrounded by a force field high enough to allow its occupant to fly. So far the dragon had lain on its belly, snoring loudly and blowing smoke out of its nostrils.
Laros had been called before Protector Targus and ordered to rectify the situation. Every few hours since the dragon was placed in the aviary, Targus had appeared on his balcony eager to see his new acquisition fly. He stood there now, watching and waiting. Laros had no choice but to wake up the beast.
Sweat trickling down his back, Laros gripped the cattle prod and approached the scaled creature. Measuring twenty feet from its large head to the tip of its tail, the size of it was staggering. Its legs were thick and its big feet were tipped with lethal looking talons. When one glittering tawny eye popped opened, Laros jumped back.
His heart pounded and sweat trickled down his back.
He’d heard many tales about the dragons of the cloud-shrouded peaks of the Fire Mountains. Some said the dragons had magical powers while others denied the claim. Laros just wanted the damn thing to fly. Then the Master would reward him.
Laros hadn’t been given a reward in a long time. Too damn long.
If the creature didn’t fly, Protector Targus would punish him. Gritting his teeth, Laros strode up to the beast. “Dragon, the Protector wants to see you fly.”
The creature blew smoke around Laros’ legs.
He raised the cattle prod. “Don’t make me use this.”
“Touch me with that thing and I’ll fry you.”
Laros gasped, his eyes darting around for the source of the voice.
The dragon’s lips moved. “Toss it away.”
Stunned, Laros stared at the creature. His heart raced, the acid taste of fear rising from his belly to his throat. It wasn’t possible. Not only had the dragon talked, it had spoken his language.
The dragon raised its horned head and looked at him. Its eyes were bright and its mouth wide. “Are you deaf?”
At the sight of the dragon’s large teeth, Laros swallowed the hard lump in his throat. He coughed and hoped the dragon didn’t see his trembling knees. “I didn’t know dragons could talk.”
The dragon snorted, blowing smoke in Laros’ face. “But can humans comprehend?”
“I understand you,” Laros said, surprised by the dragon’s deep, but pleasant sounding voice.
“Let’s try again. Toss the prod or fry.”
Dragonfire1 – Captured