Dragonfae & The Soul Catcher by H.C. Brown
Out now in e-book- Paperback 8 April
Fantasy/paranormal erotic romance
Total-E- Bound.
Book one in the Dragonfae Series
After finding a dragon shape shifter,
trapped in a magyck circle, Thalia succumbs to the erotic pull of this ethereal
being. She must confront her fear of men and help Lumos, the Dragonfae, find
his way home.
Thalia of Broclarre’s life
deteriorates into chaos from the moment King Garro blames her for the queen’s
death. Branded a Soul Catcher, brutalized by the king’s guards, and banished
with her cat, Brew, she fights for survival in the Singing Forest.
Each night she sings to her dream lover, the Nightdragon, to come to her.
Lumos’s life is wonderful. His bed is
never empty. Many faeries flock to pamper the delicious Dragonfae before meets
the challenger for the rule of Drakka in a fight to the death. Each day is
bliss until his alter ego, the Nightdragon, hears the Dragonsong of his mate.
Lumos, now consumed with love for the girl who haunts his dreams, leaves Drakka
to search for Thalia.
Unbeknown to Lumos, the evil Magus of
Fullmount used Thalia’s song to lure the Dragonfae away from Drakka and the challenge.
Trapped in a magyck circle without his powers or the ability to shift into the
Nightdragon, Lumos is helpless. He has to use all his masculine charms to
convince the terrified Thalia to trust him.
If Lumos misses the challenge, Drakka
will fall into the hands of the Magus. Is Lumos’s love for his terrified mate
strong enough to repair the damaged Thalia? Creatures from the Darkside block
them at every turn. Will Thalia trust Lumos enough to fight by his side and
help him return to Drakka in time for the challenge? Or will she run screaming
from the handsome Fae who morphs into the Nightdragon?
Excerpt:
Lumos stretched on the soft sheet, the
delectable taste of Lucinda lingered on his tongue. He licked his bottom lip.
The heavy scent of feminine arousal caused his cock to fill, igniting an
urgency to take her again. Gods, of late, no female satisfied him for
long. Tomorrow I will invite those sweet things visiting from Draconia
to my bed. He smiled into the darkness, enjoying the languid
weightlessness from a night of indulgent sex. Under his palm, the female’s
belly quivered at his touch, the Faerie’s peach-fuzz skin an erotic delight.
Raised up on one elbow, he gazed at Lucinda. Moonlight bathed her body, turning
her sweat-soaked skin into the finest alabaster. The Faerie held her lips in a
swollen pout. Her long, platinum hair stuck to her cheeks, and spilled down her
back to curl around her heart-shaped bottom. Lumos skimmed a path to Lucinda’s
pert breast and fondled the Faerie’s rosy nipple.
I am insatiable. Gods, he had enjoyed the pleasure of three
Faeries this eve before Lucinda had demanded his undivided attention. All had
come to his bed to ease the worry of the upcoming battle—the Nightdragon would
soon have to defend the kingdom of Drakka with a fight to the death.
He bent to suckle the cherry tip. I
have over six months and many sweet Faeries to bed before I meet Kird. The
dragon inside him stirred. The connection boomed in Lumos’ mind. The voice of
the Nightdragon disturbed his thoughts.
'Lumos, put aside your lust and
listen.'
Lumos lifted his head. No sound echoed
through the stillness of the palace. 'Listen to what? Go back to sleep,
I’ll not have you disturb my rest.'
'We are not asleep.' The Nightdragon pushed harder against Lumos’
consciousness. 'Do you think I sleep while you indulge your lust? In
truth, I find it quite intoxicating, although I do not experience any
pleasure.' The dragon chuckled. 'Now I have your attention, do
listen. Can you not hear the melody carried from afar?'
With a grunt, Lumos turned his head and
caught a lilting song as if carried on the breeze, yet no wind brushed his
face. The voice, female, alluring, curled around Lumos’ heart in a lover’s
embrace. Flames of wicked, sensual delight licked up the inside of his thighs
to caress his balls. Gods, what is happening to me? Gasping,
he sat on the edge of the bed. His mind filled with a sweet gentle voice.
'Dragon of the moon, I see your shadow
as you search the night.
Come to me, with skin of darkness, eye
of green.
Take me—honour me, for I am yours.
I beg you, Nightdragon, save me from my
plight.'
The dragon inside him roared. Smoke
poured from Lumos’ nostrils. He slid from the bed and strolled to the balcony.
The hint of a breeze cooled his heated skin. Turning his head to catch the
melodic tones of an angel, he gazed far into the distance. 'What is that? The
song befuddles my brain, yet is strangely compelling. Gods, I think I’m dying
of pleasure.'
Far in the distance, the female’s voice
continued to seduce him with deep longing. A desire like no other compelled him
to rush to her side.
'Lust consumes me. What is this song,
dragon?'
'It is the Dragonsong. Fly, Lumos, set
me free.'
Lumos unfurled his wings, confused by
his dragon’s request. 'The Dragonsong is a myth, some trick to lure us
from Drakka.'
'No, Lumos, this is no falsehood. Our
mate calls to us, and every second we waste arguing, her song drifts out of
reach. If I take to the sky, I may be able to determine which direction to
take.' The Nightdragon brushed
against Lumos' mind. 'Fly now.'
'I think you are mistaken but I will do
as you wish.' Urgency, anticipation and
joy shimmered through Lumos from his dragon. He took a deep breath and leapt
into the air. The song replayed, dancing on the breeze. His heart clenched with
recognition. Somewhere deep inside a connection formed and a name slammed hard
into his mind. Thalia.
How could a simple song cause such a
reaction? His inner dragon acted on instinct and Lumos relied on the beast’s
judgement. He opened his wings, moving swiftly away from the palace. Heat
burned his flesh. The dragon clawed at his mind.
'Set me free.'
In a burst of white magyck, the
Nightdragon exploded into the darkness and soared into the sky. With a flap of
black velvet wings, the demanding beast circled the kingdom of Drakka. The Nightdragon’s ears strained, twisting this
way and that, to pick up the direction of the song. The beast’s roars of
frustration echoed through the empty streets. Lumos stared down at the rows of
houses. His people lived in trepidation of the coming challenge.
Have no fear, good people of Drakka, I
will give my life to protect you.
Through his dragon’s sight, Lumos
watched as if he was a visitor in this massive body. Everything appeared
smaller from such a distance. Indeed, the palace resembled a child’s toy. The
dragon distinguished all things living by auras of different colours. The
display of brilliant hues lit the Drakkan nightscape with a rainbow of life.
The Nightdragon accelerated, leaving
the city far behind. He searched in a wide arc for the origin of the elusive
song. Exhilarated with the power of his alter ego, Lumos wanted to stay in
dragon form forever. The strength of the dragon surged through him, all earthly
bounds dropped away, and he became one with the Nightdragon in the search for
their mate.
The song faded, the last strains
hanging for a moment of bliss in the night air. Defeated, the dragon rose
through the clouds to pay homage to the moon. With air filling his massive
wings, the Nightdragon glided down to perch on the highest peak. As the beast
scrambled for purchase, his curved talons ripped at the rock face, dislodging
boulders. The ensuing landslide thundered down the mountainside, crashing into
the valley below and sending up great plumes of dust. The Nightdragon opened
his massive maw and roared in anguish. White-hot flames poured from his snout
and blasted the rock face, melting the granite into a shimmer of white crystal.
The Nightdragon’s distress rippled through Lumos.
'I have failed to find the origin of
the song.'
'Then it is the gods’ will. Cymbeline
will guide us to our mate when the time is right.' Lumos had not intended to take a mate, not yet. Indeed, he enjoyed
the company of as many Faeries as he chose. Drakka would surely fall if he fell
beneath a mate’s spell before the challenge. Gods, he had no time for such
things. 'I admit the song intrigued me, yet as it faded, so did the
desire.'
'Our mate’s song travelled from far
beyond the reaches of our realm and yet her voice consumed you with sexual
euphoria. No female will satisfy you now.' The Nightdragon lifted his head to gaze into the endless
sky. 'The goddess gives us but one mate, Lumos.'
With a snort, Lumos languished in the
memory of his night of passion. Although much to his chagrin, the Dragonsong
had filled him with erotic delight. What if the dragon spoke the truth and,
after this night, he would have no desire for another female?
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