The Dragon Lover

by Maialen Alonso

  The Dragon

  Lover

  Maialen Alonso

  Author’s Note

  I have been a reader of the genre, but I never dared to try it until now. I am of the thought that it’s gratifying to break with habits to experience something fresh and new.

  Of course, I won’t stop writing in the fantasy genre, which is one that I enjoy writing, but I have opened a new door and I hope that, this road will be equally as satisfying to me as an author.

  The extra story, Dark Desire, that you will final at the end of the book contains more explicit language than, The Dragon Lover. So if this isn’t the type of thing that you like reading, you now know what you are about to read, and can ignore it if you like.

  Don’t forget to leave your reviews and criticisms, which I will happily read, and will help me better my work.

  I would also like to ask that you give my other books a try. They won’t let you down. For more information check out my FanPage on Facebook:

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  Biography

  Maialen Alonso is a native of Bilbao “Basque Country”, Spain. She was born on September 10, 1986.

  After finishing her studies she dedicated herself to writing, which is her chosen profession. She has several published novels. Her novels are always filled with dangerous beings and romances that reach their limit.

  She is used to mixing genres to create worlds that no one could have imagined. Besides loving to write, she passionately enjoys the layout and design of books.

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  Disclaimer

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents, either they are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are eighteen years old or older.

  Credits

  Vectors -- vectorgraphicsblog.com

  Design -- Maialen Alonso

  Cover -- Maialen Alonso

  “The Dragon Lover”

  Written By Maialen Alonso

  Copyright © 2015 Maialen Alonso

  All rights reserved

  Distributed by Babelcube, Inc.

  www.babelcube.com

  Translated by Annie J. Garza

  Cover Design © 2015 Maialen Alonso

  “Babelcube Books” and “Babelcube” are trademarks of Babelcube Inc.

  Index

  Author’s Note

  Byografy

  Disclaimer

  1. A New Life

  2. A Disaster Begins

  3. Deep Grey

  4. First Problems

  5. A Secret

  6. Desolate

  7. Intrusion

  8. Cruel Mentor

  9. An Unfortunate Beginning

  10. Goodbye

  11. The Party

  12. An Iron Dragon

  13. Together

  14. A New Beginning

  15. Foreign Pain

  16. Today, Tomorrow, and Always

  17. Pure White

  Extra.

  Dark Desire

  Sneak Peek

  Perverse Demons

  Coming Soon

  1. A New Life

  The moving boxes were already emptied, torn apart and piled up next to the cream colored wall closest to the door. A young woman stood with her hands on her hips and a smile on her face that highlighted her clear skin. She observed all the hard work that had been done. Some of her curls fell out of a haphazard updo to fall down gracefully around her face and her honey colored eyes shined bright with emotion.

  My first home, she thought with pride.

  She had found success unexpectedly, the frustrating long years of hard work, had finally paid off. And how, they had paid off. She had more money than she could possibly spend in several lifetimes.

  Mira was a new writer that had dedicated herself to her last novel. She had always created stories full of fantasy, adventure, and puritanical romances. Unfortunately, she had never gotten beyond self-publication and having a small group of fans, it was one of her greatest frustrations. But one day she decided to experiment, she woke up before sunrise with an idea in her head. If the readers wanted erotic stories full of sex, then why not try? She started working on a new project with a mix of fear and excitement. Fear due to ignorance and scarce experience, and excitement over the unknown.

  She submitted her manuscript to several publishing houses that were known for publishing erotic books and that specialized in the adult books genre. Emphasizing submissions to the smaller houses where she thought she had a higher chance of being published. She received many negative responses and some that outright said that they had not bothered to even read her book and then one day the phone rang and her new editor congratulated her. With a great sense of relief her knees weakened and she sat down while he asked for a face to face interview.

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  Nervously, she looked at the small office where she found herself seated. The man that she had been speaking to for the last few days received her with a generous hug. He was an older man who had presented his daughter and heir to the family business. Amanda didn’t take long to place a juicy contract on the table. They would use all their funds and contacts to promote her novel something that caused an instant upset stomach in the twenty-six year old Mira. If her book failed, she would cause irreparable damage to the small publishing house, but seeing the confidence that they had in her book pushed her forward. They believed in the future success of her novel and if they believed than it must be true.

  Mira had just celebrated having her book published by the small publishing house when the bomb exploded. Amanda had taken the liberty of sending her book to several blogs that had a great deal of influence in the field, before the book came out for sale. The reviewers were incredibly complementary getting the ball rolling. The day the book came out for sale the response was much better than she could have ever hoped for and the books began selling in the thousands. The fame was too much for her, so she decided to use a pseudonym: Mystic M.

  In less than a year the rights for the book had been sold worldwide and soon it would be published in the majority of languages. This resulted in a bank account balance replete with zeros that would support her for the rest of her life. Support her and the small publishing house that believed in her, and took a chance on publishing her book.

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  Amanda had helped her find a home. One that Mira had been determined would be modest, similar to the one she had grown up in. Unfortunately, the publishing house had decided that a more secure and tranquil place would be better, and chose for her a large penthouse apartment with a studio, located in one of the most luxurious buildings in the city. It contained seven floors for 14 apartments and two porters available day or night to the tenants.

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  It was about to be the one year anniversary of her signing the contract with the publishing house, and she had achieved her dream, now she could call herself a writer. Since it was a not just a job, but a vocation, that she now dedicated herself to full time. Being able to dedicate herself every day to her passion was priceless. There was no worry about making ends meet till the end of the month or having to take other full time jobs instead of writing. Now she was marvelously free.

  “Okay! The computer tables are situated, notebook, coffee, and informational books
… wearing glasses,” she said, watching the enormous desk and laughed knowing that it would soon be disorganized as she was unable to keep everything in order for more than three days.

  Just as Mira was about to sit down she gave a little jump when she heard the shrill sound of the doorbell. She ran towards the door and timidly opened it feeling as if her black glasses were sliding off her nose. On the other side of the door she found a blond woman with large blue eyes holding a large tray in her hands.

  “Hello, neighbor!” The woman shouted with a huge smile. “Welcome!”

  “Hello,” Mira said, forced to step back when the woman walked forward trying to invade her apartment. Mira moved aside allowing her to enter.

  “My name is Hanna and I live on the first floor. Here, a welcome home gift, they are cupcakes.”

  “I’m Mira! It’s a pleasure to meet you. Thanks, but you didn’t have to bother.”

  “It wasn’t a bother. The truth is I always wanted to see the penthouse apartment, and I finally have a neighbor that’s my own age.”

  “You’re… the only young woman here?”

  “Well, the only one younger than thirty-five years old,” she laughed.

  Mira invited her to sit while she fixed a coffee and served the small white and pink cupcakes.

  “The penthouse must have cost you an arm and a leg,” Her neighbor commented while taking a sip of coffee and looking around the apartment. “If the first floor apartments are pricey then the penthouse apartment must cost a fortune.

  “Well...” Mira didn’t know how much the penthouse had cost and she didn’t want to know.

  “My father told me to come here hoping you would talk, I have to admit I’m a daddy’s girl,” The woman said showing that she was incapable of holding a secret. “But I also work, don’t think that he completely supports me financially.”

  “That’s… interesting,” Mira responded, uncomfortably.

  Hanna kept talking as if they had known each other for all of their lives. Something that was contrary to Mira’s character. She had always been a very reserved person unable to just open up and share with someone else. However, Hanna was a breath of fresh air.

  Finally, the conversation was entertaining, Hanna was sincere, gracious, and talked bluntly. Mira took advantage of the situation to inquire about the rest of the neighbors. She found out that there were four wealthy families from different countries, living there besides them.

  In front of Hanna’s apartment lived the elderly Ms. Smith who was an old maid and spent the entire day complaining. There were three empty floors. Tom lived on the second floor to the right and never left his apartment because he suffered panic attacks and a pair of millionaire brothers occupied two apartments on the third floor, but refused to speak to each other due to woman troubles.

  “And my neighbor?” Mira asked, after she calculated that Hanna hadn’t mentioned who lived in the other penthouse apartment.

  “Oh, Kwon lives there, but he only comes a few weeks during the month. Mira saw that Hanna was uncomfortable mentioning the man.

  “Is he nice?” Mira probed in the hope of knowing what to expect when she finished moving into her apartment.

  “If you mean does he looks nice, then yes.” Hanna smiled mischievously while finishing her coffee. “He is the hottest looking guy that you will ever meet. I admit that Asian guys don’t interest me. He is Korean,” she added, “But, he is a spectacular example, but I wouldn’t recommend getting to know him.”

  “Ah, I see. I’ll stay away from him then,” she responded, arching an eyebrow, as she didn’t really want to know in what way getting to know him would be a bad idea. Although, living next door to him she would find out more than she wanted.

  “That’s wise, dear. I can’t tell you much more as my relationship with him is limited to hi and bye, when he’s around here.”

  Half an hour later, she said goodbye to Hanna without having satisfied all her curiosity. That phrase could mean a lot of things…although she supposed if he was as attractive as Hanna said it meant Hanna had her own priorities.

  2. A Disaster Begins

  As she flitted around the apartment putting aside questions about her mysterious neighbor, the phone rang. On the other end of the phone a talkative editor greeted her and asked how she felt in her new home. After the informal greeting, she asked after Mira’s next project which had yet to begin.

  “I have a few suggestions for your new project, dear,” said Amanda, excitedly. “We’ve spent several weeks doing a market survey, and you better forget about plain erotic, it’s time for hardcore.”

  “Hardcore?” she asked, in doubt.

  “Hardcore sex! Bindings, whips, submission…all those things.”

  “I have no idea about any of those things, Amanda,” Mira admitted, feeling ashamed without any reason.

  “I know you can do it, you have an incredible talent in creating memorable couples. Give me a story, with an inexperienced virgin and a hunky bastard, capable of making the readers want him in their bed.

  “That sounds very…explicit.”

  “Yes, and it will sell. I promise you. The majority of the publishing houses are preparing an impressive assortment of books for next year. All of the publishing houses are planning on hardcore sex. We can’t stay behind! You have half a year to work on it. Give me some material soon so we can see how to make the most out of it.”

  After a quick goodbye she hung up the phone, Amanda was a like whirlwind that demolished even at a distance.

  Mira lay on the couch with a small moan of despair. Amanda had not made it easy for her. Mira was a virgin, which would let her use her own experience when writing about the female protagonist, but for the male protagonist and the scenes, that would be difficult. Mira knew many things about the topic after all she had read a lot and yes the BDSM world seemed exciting especially with someone of her character. But she had always panicked at getting naked in front of others and she didn’t like showing off her body although, in the BDSM world that didn’t seem very important.

  Mira knew perfectly well that she was a submissive and getting naked in front of others still bothered her. Just thinking about it put her off the entire idea. Mira didn’t think she was beautiful or ugly. She was simply common, just like any other girl. Of course, some men had liked her and tried to start a relationship with her, but she simply couldn’t see herself in a relationship. As the time passed telling a guy that she was a virgin at twenty-six year old embarrassed her and that crushed the small possibility of having a relationship. To make things worse she was the type of woman that was easily aroused and that led her to experiment with herself. One time she tried to penetrate herself with a finger but it bothered her so much she never tried it again and instead satisfied herself with superficial caresses. Uncomfortable, she set all that aside from her mind and sat at her new desk. She had to get to work and had an idea that she hoped would achieve the desired results.

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  After the first week in her new home, Mira already knew all her neighbors, it was interesting to see how diverse everyone was. Luckily, the majority of the people were friendly. They greeted her and gave her welcome home gifts along with a few words of encouragement.

  On the tenth night, around four in the morning, Mira lifted her head when the silence was broken, “What the hell is that?”

  Mira got out of bed and took a few steps. A woman screamed and Mira jumped back. Instinctively she pressed her back close to the wall and leaned her head back crushing the brown curls of her hair against the wall. Another scream echoed against the walls.

  “Is the…”

  Another and another.

  The woman who screamed seemed like she was going to suffocate in between desperate screams and panting moans full of passion.

  “Neighbor…”

  It seemed like the mysterious ten
ant of the other penthouse had arrived and the loud sounds coming from next door sounded as if they were in the same room as her. Almost as if there was no wall between the two apartments.

  “I can’t work like this,” Mira complained while frowning, “But I also can’t go tell him to stop.”

  Mira made herself a cup of coffee and after fifteen minutes she could still hear the sounds echoing everywhere. She tried putting on some headphones to hear music but she could still hear the woman…or perhaps it was her imagination that she could still hear her, but it didn’t matter she had only been able to write half a page.

  One hour, two hours…it finally stopped!

  “Wait,” She told herself after a moment of happiness. “I’m going to have to put up with this for two weeks out of the month. I’ll never finish the damned book.”

  Nervously she walked around her apartment trying to determine the best way to better the situation.

  “Be courteous and friendly.”

  Seated at her table she stared at a blank piece of paper. She was nervous and it made her hand tremble and caused the pen to have a strange effect on her writing.

  “Come on, come on,” She encouraged, “Do it.”

  She started writing.

  Dear neighbor,

  I’m the new tenant of the penthouse apartment next to yours.

  I’m writing this note in the hope that you’ll read it.

  Is it possible for you to make less noise?

  I don’t mean to be impertinent, but I start working at dawn and have deadlines to meet.

  Cordially,

  Mira

  Mira walked out of her apartment without making noise and stuck the note on a black door with a piece of tape. Automatically, she felt like she was intruding into the privacy of a stranger, but time was short and she only had half a year to finish the new book. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

  Mid-afternoon Mira left her apartment with the intention of going grocery shopping. She looked at the neighbor’s door and the note was gone.