Sunday, December 13, 2009

PROMO Adult Excerpt: Dragon Lord's Mate by Cynthia Sax



























Dragon Lord's Mate


by Cynthia Sax
cover art by Bryan Keller


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ISBN: 978-1-60521-365-1


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Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy


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Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures


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Length: Novella


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Blurb:


There comes a time when even princesses have to give up their dream men.


Every night in her dreams, Princess Taja experiments sexually with a dragon lord. She knows he isn’t real. Her fantasy man is pressing her for a commitment, something she can’t and won’t give. She needs a flesh and blood man to safeguard her kingdom, not a man her lonely heart conjured up. When the line between dream and reality blurs, will Princess Taja find love?


Excerpt:


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Taja woke feeling relaxed. Perhaps her father was right. Perhaps it was time for her to wed. But the thought of touching any other man didn't appeal to her. She trusted her dream man. She rose, ruthlessly twisting her long brown hair into a tight braid. She believed in his attraction to her, that he saw her as a woman, not a warrior.

Taja tugged up her breeches. It would be over a week before she could wear them again; her cousin Sabine had made her promise not to don them while her suitors were here.

Her suitors -- she pulled the tunic over her head -- they weren't really her suitors. They didn't know her. They came courting for her connections, because she was her father's spare: second in line to rule the kingdom after her brother, the heir.

Taja grabbed her crossbow and quiver, slipping out the bedroom door and down the stairs, her movements silent. That she was the spare, along with her impressive dowry, might be enough to convince a man to marry her, but would he look at her?

Her dream man looked at her. And more. Her nipples puckered and her pussy became moist at the thought. But that was why he was her dream man. He wasn't real.

Taja was realistic. She knew what she was: a warrior. She knew that she had none of the softer skills required of a wife. The only sewing she did was of wounds. The only fire she tended was lit to the heads of her arrows.

"The Schattenhaft perimeter, my lady?" Tortoise held her horse for her. No one knew why the elderly stable hand was called Tortoise, but that was the only name he used.

"Aye." She mounted in one fluid motion. "We cannot be too safe." There had been rumbles of the Ubel Kingdom building an army.

"I s'pose that border is as safe as any." Tortoise slapped her horse's hindquarters.

It was the safest of their borders, and the reason, she suspected, she was given responsibility for it. Not that Taja could pass that border. Entering Schattenhaft was forbidden to everyone in the Kingdom of Erbin, even their princess. No one bothered Schattenhaft, and Schattenhaft bothered no one. Those were the rules.
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The Lord of Schattenhaft raised the invitation to his nose and breathed in. Her tantalizing scent hung onto the parchment. For months, he had looked for her, certain she was in the North Country, where his ancestors had come from, only to find she was next door.

So close. He smiled.

"My lord." Vafi, his number one man, put down his fork, his forehead wrinkled in concern. It was the smile, Grun knew. He didn't smile often, not having a reason to.

He would have reason to smile soon. He fanned himself with the invitation, and waves of her scent filled the room.

"Tomorrow, we set forth for Erbin." His men looked up from their morning meal. "Pasco, you and five others will go with me. Bring my tournament gear. Vafi, you are in charge. In my absence, we are on high alert." It was standard procedure. Although he would monitor his territory from Erbin, he needed someone trustworthy close by.

"Erbin," his young squire squeaked. "We are at war with Erbin, my lord?"

"No war. We go to Erbin for a tournament and a ball." Grun grinned at the stunned faces. "Tomorrow, I meet my bride. Nay." His nose twitched, his senses on overload. He stood up. She was in his territory. His territory. He fought the change threatening to overcome him, since getting out of the banquet hall in dragon form was hellishly difficult. "Today I meet my bride. Tomorrow I court her."

"It is daylight, my lord." Vafi warned, hurrying behind him.

It was risky. Grun preferred to fly at night, but not going to her wasn't an option. His beast had found its mate. It wouldn't wait. Scales crept over his skin, his physique growing in size. He roared as his beast gained control.


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