Dragon’s Rogue
Wild Dragons
Book One
Anastasia Wilde
Wild Dragons
Book One
Anastasia Wilde
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Date of Publication: April 29, 2018
ISBN: 978-1717480088
ASIN: B07CND297P
Word Count: 83,000
Cover Artist: Melody Simmons
Tagline: He’s loved her in his dreams for a hundred years. Now he’s finally found her, and he’ll do anything to make her is own…
Book Description:
The evil Dragon Lord Vyrkos is about to rise from captivity in a devastating volcanic eruption. Only the Greystone brothers can stop him—and only if they find the three women who hold the keys to sealing Vyrkos’ tomb forever.
Blaze McKenna is a witch hiding out from her former coven. After stealing their most powerful artifact to keep them from destroying themselves, she’s been preparing for the day when the coven leader will hunt her down and try to take it back.
A battle that only one of them will walk away from.
So when smoking hot dragon shifter Zane Greystone offers to help her fight the coven in return for her handing over one of the Seals to Vyrkos’ tomb, it sounds like the perfect plan—except for two problems.
She doesn’t know where the Seal is.
And the dragon doesn’t just want her help—he wants her heart, body and soul.
Dragon’s Rogue is the first book in Anastasia Wilde’s epic new trilogy, Wild Dragons. Each book features one couple, hot steamy dragon love, HEA, no cliffhangers!
Rated steamy – contains explicit sex but not erotica
Excerpt
2 (Sexy)
He ran his
finger lightly up the inside her forearm. Her skin quivered at his touch. “My
search brought me to you. The woman of my dreams.”
finger lightly up the inside her forearm. Her skin quivered at his touch. “My
search brought me to you. The woman of my dreams.”
Blaze started
losing her breath again. “The woman from your dreams,” she managed. “There’s a
difference.”
losing her breath again. “The woman from your dreams,” she managed. “There’s a
difference.”
“Not to me.” He
ran his finger up her forearm again, watching her reaction. “Especially if you
knew what I dreamed about.”
ran his finger up her forearm again, watching her reaction. “Especially if you
knew what I dreamed about.”
She did know
what he dreamed about. She’d seen it in her mind when he kissed her. And it was
hot.
what he dreamed about. She’d seen it in her mind when he kissed her. And it was
hot.
“They were
dreams,” she said. “You don’t know anything about me.”
dreams,” she said. “You don’t know anything about me.”
But that was a
lie. She felt like they did know each other. The way his eyes seemed both
familiar and strange, and the look of desire and longing in them did too. Like
she’d seen that look so many times, and it still felt new every time, still
could pull the breath from her lungs and make her pulse pound.
lie. She felt like they did know each other. The way his eyes seemed both
familiar and strange, and the look of desire and longing in them did too. Like
she’d seen that look so many times, and it still felt new every time, still
could pull the breath from her lungs and make her pulse pound.
“No?” he said.
His voice was soft, his fingers warm as they stroked her arm. “I know how your
eyes look when you’re happy, and the way they look when you’re sad. I know how
your face lights up with joy when you smile from your heart.”
His voice was soft, his fingers warm as they stroked her arm. “I know how your
eyes look when you’re happy, and the way they look when you’re sad. I know how
your face lights up with joy when you smile from your heart.”
He slid closer
to her, and moved his hand slowly to the hollow of her right shoulder. “You
have a beauty mark right… there.”
to her, and moved his hand slowly to the hollow of her right shoulder. “You
have a beauty mark right… there.”
He touched it on
the outside of her shirt, and still she shivered as if he were touching bare
skin. Slowly, he slid the scoop neck of her t-shirt away, exposing her
shoulder. He smiled when he saw the mole right where he’d said it would be,
where he couldn’t possibly know it was.
the outside of her shirt, and still she shivered as if he were touching bare
skin. Slowly, he slid the scoop neck of her t-shirt away, exposing her
shoulder. He smiled when he saw the mole right where he’d said it would be,
where he couldn’t possibly know it was.
He bent his head
and kissed it. His lips were soft and warm and sent little flames across her
collarbone and down into her core.
and kissed it. His lips were soft and warm and sent little flames across her
collarbone and down into her core.
“And you have
another beauty mark… here.”
another beauty mark… here.”
This time, his
hand moved to her belly, a few inches above her left hip. He slid his fingers
underneath the hem of her t-shirt, it until her other mole was exposed. He slid
off the couch onto his knees and dipped his head, kissing that place softly as
well. Blaze melted, her hands sliding across his shoulders to cradle the back
of his head.
hand moved to her belly, a few inches above her left hip. He slid his fingers
underneath the hem of her t-shirt, it until her other mole was exposed. He slid
off the couch onto his knees and dipped his head, kissing that place softly as
well. Blaze melted, her hands sliding across his shoulders to cradle the back
of his head.
The touch of his
lips was like a drug. Her whole body yearned for him, like a flower turning
toward the sun. He continued to kiss her belly, lips feather-light, fingers
skimming the top of her jeans.
lips was like a drug. Her whole body yearned for him, like a flower turning
toward the sun. He continued to kiss her belly, lips feather-light, fingers
skimming the top of her jeans.
Blaze heard
herself make a soft sound of surrender. She’d been strong for so long; she’d
been alone for so long. Holding everyone at arm’s length, not daring to get
close to anyone.
herself make a soft sound of surrender. She’d been strong for so long; she’d
been alone for so long. Holding everyone at arm’s length, not daring to get
close to anyone.
Zane pulled her
to him, so that he was kneeling and she was sitting on the couch, straddling
his hips. He slid his hands under the hem of her t-shirt, raising it slightly,
his eyes meeting hers, asking the question. She raised her hands to let him
take it off her. His face relaxed into a smile, and he pulled it up and tossed
it aside, the smile deepening when her hair cascaded down her back.
to him, so that he was kneeling and she was sitting on the couch, straddling
his hips. He slid his hands under the hem of her t-shirt, raising it slightly,
his eyes meeting hers, asking the question. She raised her hands to let him
take it off her. His face relaxed into a smile, and he pulled it up and tossed
it aside, the smile deepening when her hair cascaded down her back.
“I’ve always
loved your hair,” he murmured into her ear, holding her against him and twining
his fingers through it. “It’s even more beautiful than I dreamed.”
loved your hair,” he murmured into her ear, holding her against him and twining
his fingers through it. “It’s even more beautiful than I dreamed.”
It was so
strange, that he had memories she didn’t have. But somehow it made her trust
him. It was as if her body remembered his touch, even if her mind didn’t.
strange, that he had memories she didn’t have. But somehow it made her trust
him. It was as if her body remembered his touch, even if her mind didn’t.
His lips touched
her collarbone, the hollow of her neck, the sensitive place under her ear. Then
they found hers, and she opened to him, loving the way he tasted, the way he
felt, the way his scent filled her until she wanted to crawl inside his skin.
her collarbone, the hollow of her neck, the sensitive place under her ear. Then
they found hers, and she opened to him, loving the way he tasted, the way he
felt, the way his scent filled her until she wanted to crawl inside his skin.
He unhooked her
bra and tossed that aside, giving a low growl of pleasure when her breasts fell
free. He cupped them in his warm hands, kissing first one and then the other,
over and over, like he couldn’t get enough. Her nipples were hard and
sensitive, and heat pooled between her legs.
bra and tossed that aside, giving a low growl of pleasure when her breasts fell
free. He cupped them in his warm hands, kissing first one and then the other,
over and over, like he couldn’t get enough. Her nipples were hard and
sensitive, and heat pooled between her legs.
Somehow his
shirt had disappeared without her touching it, and his chest was warm under her
hands. He gave another sexy growl when she ran her hands over his muscular
shoulders, dropped one to his washboard abs.
shirt had disappeared without her touching it, and his chest was warm under her
hands. He gave another sexy growl when she ran her hands over his muscular
shoulders, dropped one to his washboard abs.
He had narrowed
his focus to one breast, licking and sucking, pulling gently on her nipple with
his teeth as he palmed the other, skimming over the sensitive skin, teasing it
gently.
his focus to one breast, licking and sucking, pulling gently on her nipple with
his teeth as he palmed the other, skimming over the sensitive skin, teasing it
gently.
Blaze arched
back to let him play with her breasts. Zane snaked one arm around her and
pulled her hips closer, her stomach against his taut abs, his hot, hard shaft
straining through his jeans, tight against her core.
back to let him play with her breasts. Zane snaked one arm around her and
pulled her hips closer, her stomach against his taut abs, his hot, hard shaft
straining through his jeans, tight against her core.
Oh, god. Blaze
moaned, lost in the feel of him. His mouth still sucked at her nipple, stroking
it with his tongue, rolling his hips in rhythm. She spread her legs further and
rocked against him, gasping when his thick cock hit her in the perfect spot.
moaned, lost in the feel of him. His mouth still sucked at her nipple, stroking
it with his tongue, rolling his hips in rhythm. She spread her legs further and
rocked against him, gasping when his thick cock hit her in the perfect spot.
One of his hands
had slid down the back of her jeans, inside her panties to her bare ass. He
pulled her closer with a growl, capturing her lips again and rolling his hips,
hitting her sweet spot over and over again.
had slid down the back of her jeans, inside her panties to her bare ass. He
pulled her closer with a growl, capturing her lips again and rolling his hips,
hitting her sweet spot over and over again.
Blaze felt like
she’d caught fire. “I want to touch you,” she murmured, reaching for the front
of his jeans. “I want you to touch me.”
she’d caught fire. “I want to touch you,” she murmured, reaching for the front
of his jeans. “I want you to touch me.”
A grin curved
his lips, and his pants were just suddenly… gone.
his lips, and his pants were just suddenly… gone.
Holy hell. Best.
Magic. Ever.
Magic. Ever.
About the Author:
Anastasia Wilde lives in the deep forests of the Pacific Northwest, where sexy shifters may or may not be found hiding among the tall, ancient trees. She loves to write paranormal romances about wild, passionate shifter men and the strong women who are destined to win their hearts. Broken, complicated, devoted, protective—love heals their wounds and smooths their rough edges (but not too much!). When not writing, Anastasia enjoys traveling, nomming on any food involving bacon or melty cheese (ideally both), adding to her magical crystal collection, or relaxing with a glass of wine, watching the sun set behind the mountains.
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Sounds like a good read.
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ReplyDeleteThanks to everyone for stopping by! I hope you like Dragon's Rogue. And many thanks to Teresa for hosting me and my dragons!
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