How To Love Your Dragon is Available NOW!

The Fire Mates series started this way. Kelli Collins mentioned on Twitter she wanted more fun urban fantasy erotic romances. I popped up with “well, better write a dragon shifter in Sydney then” and her response was to dare me to write it (it seems I’m a sucker for dares from my editors). So I wrote Ty the Sexy Dragon (a play on Puff the Magic Dragon. Get it? *grin*) Anyways, as I was writing Ty, I started to fool around with all sorts of other “dragon” titles. The first was How to Love Your Dragon. The second that title came into my head I knew exactly what the story was about, who the dragon was and who the hero was (Sera’s cousin, Yorick, who was mentioned briefly in Ty the Sexy Dragon). I sat down at my laptop and the story just poured out of me. And here it is, available now (YAY!)

Beloved Readers, I give you How to Love Your Dragon

Fire Mate, Book Two

Yorick “Rick” Hayes takes only two things seriously—his work as a veterinarian and the seduction of lovely ladies. He’s unprepared for the lovely lady police officer who pulls him over for speeding, however. Inexplicable, overwhelming lust threatens to make him do something stupid—like try to seduce her on the side of the road. Throw in sudden flashes of past life memories and Rick is confused, monumentally horny and borderline obsessed with his sexy, no-nonsense cop.

For nearly half a century, Officer Kenna Mackay has denied her dragon side. Her twin sister was betrayed by her mate, and Kenna refuses to risk the same fate—until she makes eye contact with Rick. Her dragon awakens with a vengeance, the mating fire claiming both woman and beast. Hard. Hot. Unstoppable. And exquisitely arousing. The dragon wants her Fire Mate—now.

But history could repeat itself when that mate turns out to be a Druid; one who may have done something bad to dragon-kind in his past life. Something very, very bad indeed.

EXCERPT

Kenna Mackay couldn’t believe she was on fire. Now, of all times, every molecule in her body was at the incineration point.

Is this why you didn’t call for backup?

She stared at the serious man lifting the poor dog from the fence. A man who, only a short while ago, had been roguishly, worryingly sexy as he’d tried to flirt his way out of a ticket—and felt her entire existence burn hotter still.

And the only way that could be happening was if part of her existence, the part she’d denied for so long, was recognizing her destined mate. And there wasn’t a hope in hell that was—

“The gauze, Officer. Now.”

Kenna blinked, numb shock smacking into her. The man’s blue gaze flicked from her to the dog and back, his expression both calm and determined.

Oh hell, the dog.

She leaped forward, pressing the folded strips of gauze to the torn wound in the beagle’s left side. Hot blood flowed from the hole in the dog’s body, staining the gauze red with horrific speed. But the animal didn’t make a sound, nor fight the man sliding him from the fence. In fact, the dog gazed at him, something close to utter trust in his beautiful brown eyes as the spike quickly exited his body.

Kenna had never seen anything like it.

Without hesitation, she scooped her arm under the beagle and pressed her other hand to the wound, now freshly exposed. For a few seconds she held the dog’s entire weight, her stare jerking between the surreally calm animal and the man she’d chased to this very spot, and then said man wrapped his arms around the dog, placed his hands over hers and said, “I’ve got him.”

But the words didn’t make it to her ears. Not when the roaring of her blood was so deafening. Not when, at the very instant he touched her, she was engulfed in heat so incinerating the only sense left to her was sight.

She gaped at him, her heart hammering its way into her throat, her mouth, her temple.

Good Lord, her Fire Mate was touching her.

No. It’s not happening. I refuse to acknowledge—

“Honey, I know you’re feeling whatever the fuck is happening between us as well, but you’ve got to let go of Barney now so I can save his life.”

The words, uttered in a low murmur, made her blink. Her stomach clenched. No, her sex clenched. No, it was her chest, her heart. Her ass. Her wings…

Wings? Wings? What the hell is going on?

Kenna staggered back a step, sliding her hands from beneath his, her stare still locked with the stranger’s.

And the fire consuming her abated. A little.

The man’s lips curled in a loose smile, two dimples creasing either side of his mouth, his face turning from handsomely serious to blow-your-mind gorgeous. “We’ll talk about that later,” he said, curling his arms until he cradled the beagle against a chest Kenna only now noticed was broad and undeniably well sculpted. “But first…”

He turned from her and lowered the dog to the ground, the animal far calmer than he should be, given he’d just been impaled by a fence.

And yet even that fuck-with-your-head fact wasn’t important. Not now. Not when, after forty-two years of constant, tenacious suppression, the dragon deep inside her was surging to awareness. The very aroused dragon.

God save her. It was mating time.

4 Comments

  1. Renee Bennett says:

    Oh I am so getting this book. I love books about dragons. :}

    • Lexxie Couper says:

      :) Thank you, Renee. I’m a sucker for dragons. I’m blaming Sean Connery’s Draco from Dragonheart.

  2. Karen W says:

    Any chance the Kindle format of How To Love Your Dragon is available somewhere? Not on Amazon as of tonight.

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