Dragos 4: Inflamed by Amber Kallyn

Dragos 4: Inflamed

by Amber Kallyn Cover art: Karen Fox

ISBN: 978-1-60521-510-5

Genre(s): Paranormal

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

Series: Dragos

Length: Novella

Page Count: 82

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Blurb:

Pete is the youngest of the Dragos Clan, but when the woman of his dreams begs for help, he's not about to let anyone else save her.
Isabella, a sex demon, has been a prisoner of the black mage for centuries. But in her dreams, she finds the one man who can love her without the cost of losing his soul.
Can the two find each other, and defeat the evil mage that's been hounding the Dragos clan, once and for all?
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Dragos 4: Inflamed
Amber Kallyn
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"Tell me what to do," he said, staring at the chains. There had to be a way to get her free.
"Feed me. Feed me as you usually do."
Pete glanced down at her thinness. It did not make a difference to him, she was still beautiful beyond any woman he'd met in real life. But... "I'll hurt you."
She laughed, the sound a ghostly remnant of the strength she'd always before possessed. "No. You could never do such a thing. Not my Pete."
Slowly, Pete lowered himself to the side of the bed, his cock already hard, throbbing at the thought of loving Isa. "I'll be careful."
"Mmm. I know you will, lover mine."
He traced her jaw, rubbing his thumb over her lower lip. She licked along his finger, drawing it into her warm, wet mouth to sweetly suck him.
Pete leaned closer, replacing his thumb to kiss her urgently, yet he kept his touch soft. Her scent, vanilla and lavender, inflamed his senses. His dragon roared, ready to take and conquer. Yet, it knew they had to take things slow this time.
Kissing along Isa's neck, he sucked at her fluttering pulse. He grasped her full breasts, rubbing them, flicking his thumbs over her nipples.
"Mmm, more my darling," she whispered, her voice stronger now.
He softly scraped his teeth against each pink bud, then traced his hands down along her stomach, hips, lowering himself to the sweetness between her thighs. Pete flicked his tongue over her clit, spreading her lips with his fingers to lick all the way to her sheath.
Isa moaned, her body trembling. "Yes. That's what I need."
Pete ran his finger along her clit, down her pussy and to her ass. The tight, puckered skin tempted him, but now was not the time for his own pleasure. He unzipped his jeans and his cock sprang free. Pumping himself a few times slickened his fingers with his juices.
Moving back to her ass, he rubbed his thumb along her tightness, probing inside. Isa's hips jerked and she let out a soft sigh of pleasure. He licked along her pussy, spearing her sheath with his tongue as he worked his thumb deeper into her ass.
"Hells, I want to touch you," she murmured, then let out a soft cry.
"That's it, baby, take me in." He slid his thumb deeper, then eased out, working the natural lubrication.
Taking her clit between his teeth, he nibbled, then sucked hard. His thumb slid inside her ass more easily and he picked up speed with both hand and mouth. Isa trembled against him, her gasps and short cries making his cock thicker, harder, throbbing with the need to conquer. He was ready to come, just from touching her. Pete plunged his tongue into her pussy in synch with his thumb in her ass, working her fast, yet not too hard.
Isa screamed, shuddering and clenching around him. "Oh, lover mine," she shouted as the orgasm wrenched through her.
Pete slowed his movements, watching the play of her face. A slow smile lifted the corners of her lips and she opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. He could sit forever, just drowning in the silvery depths.
"Now complete me. I hunger."
Pete stood, shucking his pants, then lay next to her, caressing her breasts and belly. "Are you sure you're strong enough?"
"Yes, lover. And you, only you, will make me stronger."
Rising over her, Pete took her mouth in a fast kiss as he probed her heat with his aching cock. He eased inside her tightness, slow at first, but she bucked her hips, forcing him deeper.
The feel of her wrapped around him, pushing him to the edge. But he was no boy. He would give her what she needed before allowing his own pleasure. Pete called on his dragon strength. He needed it or he wouldn't be able to hold back.
Isa grabbed at his lower lip with her teeth, then traced the path with her tongue. He drew out of her while her pussy clenched at him tightly, then plunged back inside.
Rising on his arms, he stared into Isa's soulful eyes as he jerked his hips. She was beautiful, stunning. His energy flagged as her paleness flushed into a healthier color. Pete continued to love her, easing out, then driving in, deep, hard, just like she wanted by the way she rose to meet him. Their groins smacked, grinding together as she rubbed her clit against him.
He drew out once more, then pushed even deeper. She lifted her head, and he captured her mouth in a tumultuous kiss. His energy waned further, but he strengthened himself with dragon magic. She needed to feed. He was the course. And he would love her until she was fully satisfied.
Isa's breathing grew shallow, quickening as her body jerked in abrupt movements.
Pete groaned as he came closer to spilling his seed within her. She bit his shoulder, not too hard, yet in no way soft.
"Lover mine. Your power fills me." Her cry was muffled against his skin. As her pussy clenched around him, Pete gave up the fight. He slammed deep and allowed himself to spill over. His balls tightened, his cock pulsing. He continued to pump into her, drawing out both their pleasure until she screamed once more. Only then did he slow and ease to her side, tucking Isa against him as much as he could with her arms still chained.
She opened her eyes once more, her face full of color. "Thank you."
"Tell me who's done this to you."
"Your clan knows."
"My family?" he asked, surprise rushing through him.
"Yes. Speak with Anna. She will help you find me."
Pete rose on one elbow, staring down at her. He brushed back a white-gold lock of hair from her forehead. "My brother's wife?"
"The two of you, together, can free me. But beware, for evil wants you as much as he wants to keep me. He has laid traps."
"I will find you," he told her with confidence.
"I await your presence in life, rather than only dreams." A dark shadow crossed her face, but she shook her head and smiled up at him. "Go lover mine, while it is still safe. I am satisfied for a while."
"I will be here when you need more. You have only to call."
Her eyes softened and she kissed him. "I know."

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Dragos 3: Blazed by Amber Kallyn

Dragos 3: Blazed

by Amber KallynCover art: Karen Fox

ISBN: 978-1-60521-512-9

Genre(s): Paranormal

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

Series: Dragos

Length: Novella

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Blurb:
When someone comes after the rock band Brianna Jones works with, she must not only embrace the fire nymph within herself, but also the growing desire she feels for bounty hunter and dragon shifter Tyler Dragos. Together, they will try keeping not only the band members, but Bree safe from the dark mage hounding the Dragos Clan.

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Dragos 2: Scorched by Amber Kallyn

Dragos 2: Scorched


by Amber Kallyn

Cover art: Karen Fox

ISBN: 978-1-60521-509-9
Genre(s): Paranormal

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

Series: Dragos

Length: Novel

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Blurb:
A rare Argentinean dragon shifter, Cynthianna "Anna" Hernandez has never known trust, peace or safety, not even by fleeing to the deepest wilds of Canada. When bounty hunter Garreth Dragos shows up during a blizzard, things get complicated as their inner dragons decide they're perfect for each other. Things get worse when the dark mage hunting Anna finds them, sending his creatures to return her to his evil clutches. He's willing to sacrifice anything and anybody to further his quest for power. Together, Anna and Garreth must trust in each other or all will be lost to evil.
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Dragos: Scorched


Amber Kallyn

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Snow. Everywhere. Garreth Dragos pushed through the clingy, freezing stuff. The ground had become hard-packed, knee-high drifts. Softer, yet still icy, flakes swirled in the air, unceasingly falling from a hidden sky.
Minutes, maybe hours ago, he'd lost the leather lace holding his hair tied back. Icy black strands tangled in his face, slapping his eyes.

His body had long ceased shivering, but still he moved forward, uncaring. There was a job to do. A traitorous criminal to bring in. She would face the council for unforgivable crimes.

Garreth clenched his fists, trying to push back the painful memories of his past. Of the people who'd committed similar crimes against his family. And like the one responsible for his personal pain, this traitor would be sentenced to a well-deserved death.

He inched through the whiteness, an ache spreading deep in his chest. Only a month ago he'd captured the one responsible for causing his family such agony. Now, that man was dead. Garreth refused to think about the fact that at one time, the man had been his eldest brother.

Those bonds were broken the moment the man killed their mother and used her magic and blood for dark purposes.

Shaking his head, he plowed on through the snow. His feet, freezing and wet, no longer burned. His chest expanded and a puff of smoke drifted from his nostrils. He was so cold he couldn't even shift into his dragon form.

Not that it was an option anyway. She would sense such a thing. The traitor was near. She must be. Garreth had it on good authority -- a snitch he could trust. At least, as far as someone living in a shady area of the law could be trusted. So he was doomed to continue walking through this frackin cold hell until he found her hideout.

Something buried in the snow caught his boot. Unbalanced, he fell forward, inhaling a mouthful of ice. He pushed up from the depression his body made, crawling to the surface and flipped onto his back.

Ice breached his thick, fur-lined jacket. Breathing heavy, Garreth stared into the moving whiteness. Snowflakes landed on his face and he tried blinking them out of his eyes.

In a minute, he would go on. But for now, he needed to catch his breath. It occurred to him that he should probably get up immediately. Being lethargic wasn't like him. But even his dragon, seeming far away and untouchable, only wanted to sleep for a while.

In the distance came a howl. More echoed around him. Wolves. They wouldn't dare approach, not once they caught his predatory scent. Assuming it reached them through the bitter air before they decided to take a bite.

* * *

Cynthianna Hernandez stared at the growling wolf on her cabin porch, his eyes flashing as he crouched for attack. "Silencio," she commanded.

Wolf whimpered, turning to stare at the trees around them, one paw on the wood, the other poised to dash out into the blizzard.

She sensed the presence of someone here as well as her companion did. That didn't mean she would foolishly dart out into the storm -- quickly becoming the promised blizzard -- to go find out who, or what, had come to the forest.

Anna clasped the oval locket dangling from the gold chain around her neck. She didn't have to open it to remember what her beloved padre looked like. Or his final words to her.

"Run. The master is after you."

Well, she'd done so. How much farther could a dragon run than the coldest reaches of Canada? At least here, the chances of bumping into his creatures were slim.

She hadn't even seen another dragon during her time wandering this cold, frozen place. Then again, dragons were creatures of heat. The cold hindered their abilities. Only the blood of her mama -- a rare Argentinean dragon, more magic than fire -- helped her function in this weather. Anna could call on those inherent abilities to protect her from the cold.

Most dragons were of European descent. Over the centuries, their magic faded, while their fire increased.

She had the best of both worlds.

And if a dragon would be hard pressed to survive, anyone estupido to be caught out in the fast approaching storm would soon be dead.

Howls erupted in the forest, less than a mile from her hidden cabin. Wolf whimpered again, inching forward. "You won't stand a chance against a pack," Anna replied, staring out into the white nothingness. "And anyone out there is none of our concern."

But a pang of worry crept into her chest. Could she really stand by and let someone die? Clutching her jacket tighter, she mumbled, "I'm el stupido."

Wolf yelped and trotted into the snow. Anna followed. He ranged ahead, doubling back every few minutes to point her the right way. Ten minutes later, the cold had bitten deep, crawling beneath her jacket trying to freeze her. She called to her dragon magic. Soon, warmth surrounded her, pushing back the cold.

The wind shifted, opening a slim curtain in the white. In front of her, Wolf stood over a body-shaped lump. He growled, snapping at three mangy, starved wolves. Their eyes glowed yellow, reflecting moonlight.

"Regresar," Anna commanded the wild beasts to leave. The three strange wolves turned their glares to her. "Regresar," she repeated, a low growl of her own escaping with the word.

One wolf barked, then as one, they turned and fled. Anna's wolf faced her, tongue lolling from the side of his sly grin. Then he began digging snow from the body.

"Whoever it is, they're surely dead by now." But she knelt down and pushed a thin layer of snow from the person's face.

Only to catch her breath. The hard, chiseled face seemed familiar. Black eyebrows framed slightly tilted eyes. She dusted off his tangled black hair, then moved to his broad chest. He breathed. Surprise almost made her jerk away.

Brushing a strand of her long, dark hair from her eyes, she stared at his wide mouth, the square jaw, the dimple in his chin. This couldn't be... No. Not her dream warrior. Just because he looked so like the few flashes she'd seen didn't mean anything. Her dream warrior was merely a figment of her imagination. This man was real.

And yet, heat spread through her body as she remembered her dream from the night before. How her warrior had loved her. Her gaze kept drawing to this man's mouth. Her breasts ached, wanting his touch.

With a snort, Anna ignored her growing desire for the half-dead stranger. At least he wasn't the master. Then again, if she ever caught that bastardo in such a vulnerable position, she'd be able to finish him off for good.

But neither was this man human. She bent near his ear, sniffing deeply. Shock coursed through her and she jerked back. Dragon. What was a dragon doing here?

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Dragos: Burned by Amber Kallyn

Burned

by Amber KallynCover art: Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-482-5

Genre(s): Paranormal

Theme(s): Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures, Men and Women in Uniform

Series: Dragos

Length: Novella

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Blurb:

When Calla, a dragon shifter, heads to a sleepy mountain town to investigate their recent arson outbreak, she doesn't expect to come face to face with the dark dragon who killed her mother, or find her destined mate beneath the burning rays of the moon.
Firefighter Scott O'Neil can't fight his attraction to her, even after he finds out what she is, and the shocking secret of his own past.
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Dragos: Burned


Amber Kallyn

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The Other was here.

Lowering the truck window, Calla Dragos sniffed the chilly afternoon. Pine trees, asphalt. All overshadowed by the distinct stench of sulfur. Her stomach lurched, vileness rising to choke her. As she drove into the blink of a town, it grew stronger, overpowering all other senses.



Drawing closer to the Jasper Fire Department, she focused on keeping her clammy hands on the wheel, her concentration on the light traffic. Keeping her foot on the gas pedal, rather than slamming the brakes and fleeing.



How could he be here?



It was bad enough her job as an arson investigator brought her to this small, mountaintop town of Jasper, Arizona. Bad enough she'd left her family behind in the midst of yet another argument about her independence. The possibility of facing Eric brought tremors to her body.



Parking her cherry red pickup in front of the station, Calla shaded her eyes from the late afternoon sun and searched the colorful wood-front buildings. The stench faded.



Eric marked her, then fled. Like a coward. And he was a coward. She needed to remember that fact. Otherwise, the fear coiling in her heart would drive her batty.



After a couple deep breaths, she calmed the nausea a little. She could do this. She would do this. And if that bastard decided to show up, she'd face him with all her strength.



Calla stepped from the truck on shaky legs, smoothed her navy skirt and slipped on the matching jacket. Reaching across the seat, she grabbed her oversized black bag, which held a notebook, pens and her kit. After another soothing breath, filling her lungs with the crisp mountain air, she headed around the corner to the firemen's entrance.



Giggles drew her attention to a group of teenage girls scantily dressed. And the man they huddled near.



In nothing but low-slung jeans, the top button carelessly undone, the man gave off the rugged air of a male underwear model with a sexy, take me to your bedroom now look. His blond hair, slightly too long for a clean-cut look, dripped water, from a recent shower maybe. Or a drenching with the hose. The scruff on his chin, a shade darker than his hair, enhanced the bad boy aura.



Gods, he was just like Petey. Playboy and chick magnet, an older version of her youngest brother.



"So can we have your autograph? Please?" one of the girls begged, her voice high. The other girls giggled some more.



"Certainly, ladies." The man's voice was as smoky and smooth as his gray eyes.



His gaze flicked to Calla. The intensity shooting from his eyes made her tense, caught like a rabbit in the headlights. His lips twitched. A flush spread up her cheeks. Calla stared at her feet, hurrying along the flower-bordered sidewalk. Before she reached the door, the teen girls filed past, happily waving calendars with mostly naked men.



Figured. A playboy, just like Petey. Which month was he?



Bare feet filled her view. She took in the long, jean-clad legs, the scruff of hair above the gaping waistband. A blond trail led up a golden, ripped abdomen and chest, to dark eyes. This close, flecks of green and blue mixing with the gray were visible.



His scent, suntan lotion and hay, punched into her, dissipating the last remains of the sulfur.



Her libido woke and started clamoring. She gritted her teeth. Not why she was here. And besides, she had no business being attracted to this man. This human.



"Howdy, ma'am." He tipped an imaginary hat, a lusty smile twitching at his lips.



"Excuse me," she replied, her voice steady and cool, the payoff from years of practice working around other untouchable hunks. "I need to see the fire chief."



Something unreadable flashed in his gaze and the smirk disappeared. "What would a beautiful woman like you want with him?"



"Frankly, it's none of your business." Knowing the best way to turn him off, she put a hand to her hip, jutted her chin and raked her gaze over his long, lean form. Unfortunately, her normal barriers weren't working. The only thing she wanted to do was reach out and touch his glistening tanned skin. Instead, she added in a sharp tone, "Let me guess. Mr. October."



His face hardened, all amusement fleeing. The playboy took a step back as if she'd actually offended him. Then, his grin came back, along with a devil-may-care shrug. "Actually," he drawled, "I'm December. I wanted a Santa hat on my lap, not a pumpkin." Leaning closer, his minty breath a whisper on her cheek, he added, "Why? You need a calendar?"



A shiver worked its way down the back of her neck. With a dry mouth and fluttering stomach, Calla strode past him and pushed into the icy air of the building. His stare burned into her back. She welcomed the cool relief when the door snicked closed. Without pausing to lean against the wall for support, Calla straightened and forced her feet to move.



A typical fire station layout confronted her. She headed down a short hall with two doors, one most likely to the truck bay. The tan walls led into a kitchen/living room combo. Crossing around beat up furniture that should have been relegated to the dump many years ago, she entered the hallway on the far side of the room.



With her luck, she'd end up running into one of the bedrooms and another half-naked hunk before finding the chief's office.



An older man stepped out of the first door, blocking her way. Faded brown eyes widened when he spied her. "I'm sorry, miss. You can't be in here."



Calla slipped her ID from her jacket pocket. "Calla Dragos. Arson investigator. Your department called me."



Smiling broadly, face wrinkling, the old man nodded. "Good, good. I didn't know such purty young things were in the business nowadays."



"Um. Thanks." She nibbled her lip. Did all the men in this town flirt so shamelessly?



"Well," he said, taking her hand in his bear-like grip. "Come along. Chief's office is just down here."



"You're not the chief?"



He slapped his leg, chuckling. "Ah, no, miss. I'm surely not. I'm Fred. Call me the mascot, though I don't have no spots or tail."



She followed him to the last door on the left and entered behind Fred, into an empty, disorganized office. Paperwork spread haphazardly across the desk. Books lay piled on the windowsill. At least the place seemed clean, just scattered.



"Guess the chief's outside. I'll go get him for you." Fred hurried out.



Stepping lightly, she pushed a chair from the desk and sat down, hands itching to straighten some of the piles.



The door creaked open as Fred peeked back in. "Sorry. You want anything to drink?"



Calla smiled at the man's simple spirit. "No, thank you. Just the chief."



Fred nodded as he disappeared once more.



She wrote a heading on the page with the date and time, then glanced around the office, impatient to get started. With Eric in town, she needed the details of the four fires. Gods, she hoped she was wrong and it wasn't him. But she had to find out for sure, before something happened beyond buildings destroyed. For her, the past was all too clear on everything that could be taken away, things unable to be rebuilt.



He hadn't bothered her family recently. Well, as far as she knew. Being one of the few women in a houseful of overprotective males, she rarely heard anything directly. No matter how much she grumbled and complained.



But why come to this small town and stir up trouble? He couldn't have been sure she'd be sent.



Nerves stretched taut, Calla set her notepad precariously on the desk, then strode to the window, needing the calming heat of the sunlight to soothe her. Weak rays fell over her face and arms, warm enough to push the ball of ice from her chest.



A minute later, a creak came from the hall. Calla hurried back to her chair. Her hip bumped the desk and a picture frame teetered. She grabbed it before it crashed to the floor. As she reached to put it back, the picture caught her attention.



She groaned silently as the smiling face of the playboy stared at her, young blonde girls plastered to either side of him.


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