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Dangerous Dreams
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Excerpt from Dangerous Dreams, by J.C. McKenzie
The large double doors loomed in front of her. Instead of grabbing the intricately designed dragon handles, she wrapped her knuckles against the smooth wood and took a deep breath.
“Enter.”
With her heart in her throat, Lara ran her hands along the beautiful dragon handles and pushed open the heavy door. She’d never met Rafael Dragoi, and had hoped to keep it that way. As the leader of not only the Obsidian Dragon Clan, but the whole enclave, he would be a fierce alpha—exhibiting the very best and worst traits in the package.
Why had Rafael Dragoi requested her for a job? As far as anyone in her agency was concerned, she was a lowly mage.
I can think of some jobs to do for him, purred her dragon.
A tall man, with broad shoulders and powerful stature, faced the floor to ceiling windows with his hands clasped behind his back, presumably watching the world outside.
“Astarot Dragoi,” Lara said formally.
The Astarot turned slowly. His power radiated out and licked her skin. Flowing over her body, his energy called to her own and sent heat racing through her veins.
Lara stiffened.
Her dragon pressed against the locked cages and moaned.
Wanton harlot.
“Miss Stone.” Midnight hair framed chiseled features. His striking dragon-green gaze smouldered, as his power rolled over her in sensuous waves.
“A bit tacky to feel up the help, don’t you think?” With a mental flick of her hand, Lara slapped his magic away. As a female dragon shifter, she possessed a significant amount of power herself.
“Enter.”
With her heart in her throat, Lara ran her hands along the beautiful dragon handles and pushed open the heavy door. She’d never met Rafael Dragoi, and had hoped to keep it that way. As the leader of not only the Obsidian Dragon Clan, but the whole enclave, he would be a fierce alpha—exhibiting the very best and worst traits in the package.
Why had Rafael Dragoi requested her for a job? As far as anyone in her agency was concerned, she was a lowly mage.
I can think of some jobs to do for him, purred her dragon.
A tall man, with broad shoulders and powerful stature, faced the floor to ceiling windows with his hands clasped behind his back, presumably watching the world outside.
“Astarot Dragoi,” Lara said formally.
The Astarot turned slowly. His power radiated out and licked her skin. Flowing over her body, his energy called to her own and sent heat racing through her veins.
Lara stiffened.
Her dragon pressed against the locked cages and moaned.
Wanton harlot.
“Miss Stone.” Midnight hair framed chiseled features. His striking dragon-green gaze smouldered, as his power rolled over her in sensuous waves.
“A bit tacky to feel up the help, don’t you think?” With a mental flick of her hand, Lara slapped his magic away. As a female dragon shifter, she possessed a significant amount of power herself.
