I’m really excited to have fellow Plotting Princess and paranormal romance author (and friend!) with me today! Please help me welcome Karilyn Bentley who is here to talk about her newest release, Dragon Lover! Be sure to stick around for a sneak peek at her latest book. Take it away, Karilyn!
Thank you, Michelle, for letting me blog with you today. I always enjoy being over here! Today I’m talking about my newest release, Dragon Lover. Dragon Lover is the third in the Draconia Tales trilogy and stars Fafnir and Aryana as fated mates who spent their entire lives running from each other.
And how did I catch these dragons and put them into a story? Very carefully and with large sparkly jewels. In case you’re wondering, I’m a pantser. For those of you who don’t know what a pantser is, it’s someone who writes by the seat of their pants. In other words, when I start a story, I know the character arc and nothing much else (and sometimes not even that much). In this case, I knew Fafnir and Aryana would be the hero and heroine back when I was writing Magical Lover (the first in the trilogy), but had no idea how they got together.
Confused? So was I. But I kept on writing and by the end of the second book in the trilogy (Warrior Lover), I realized what problems kept them apart and what they needed to do for their HEA. And how to transform Fafnir, who is stuck in dragon form at the beginning, into his human form (b/c dragons can’t do, ahem, certain, ahem, things).
Interested? Keep reading for a blurb and an excerpt and then pick up your copy on Amazon Kindle.
Predicted from birth to be mates, Aryana and Fafnir spent their youth running from each other and pursuing their own dreams. Aryana sought power and magic, while Fafnir escaped to explore other lands and to find a love not dictated by cryptic prophecy.
But after Fafnir is captured and magically locked in his dragon form, he returns to Draconia. Ashamed and broken, he hides his true identity from everyone, hoping Aryana will find a spell that will return him to his human self.
The last thing Aryana needs or wants is to find out her mate still lives-for a mated female cannot be a priestess, let alone the High Priestess. Yet his dragon’s presence brings out her true abilities. When opposing dreams collide, will love be the victor?
Fafnir felt one eye-ridge rise. Did she think to rummage around in his mind, to extract the memory of her presence? He’d like to see her try.
But he’d rather speak a promise. What did I see?
A small brush against his mind, so slight as to be almost imperceptible. Almost. He slammed mental barriers in place, watching her brow furrow as she tried to remove his memory of her. She probably could get away with reading others’ minds, but not his.
“You saw me standing here.” The High Priestess’s voice jarred him back into the moment.
That’s not all I saw.
“Yes, it is. Now, are you going to give me that ride back to the Temple or not?”
Having problems transporting?
“I’m still here, aren’t I?”
Fafnir chuckled. A ride then. He knelt, offering her his back.
Her hand touched his shoulder as some of her bristle relaxed. “Thank you.” She climbed to his back and sat, her weight a pleasant feeling against his scales.
He straightened, standing a bit taller, knowing she sat on his back, knowing she trusted him. Him. The Draconi liar, the male too afraid of his own guilt to admit his identity. But she didn’t know that, did she? No, she felt pity toward him, pity for his years of captivity, his inability to change into human form, but no outright disgust. As annoying as pity might be, he could live with it. Her disgust, though, would shatter his heart into shards of shame.
Bloody effing sap.