by Olivia Arran
“…So, of course you have to go after her.” Her accent was barely there, just a slight trace remaining, a soft blur to the odd word, but not enough to notice. Unless you were really listening.
Like I was.
Exultation filled me, the roar of satisfaction crashing through me. It was her. But her picture hadn’t done her justice, hadn’t captured the … I paused, trying to put my finger on exactly what had been missing. Life. That was it—she sang with life, her beauty truly coming alive when she moved. Her exuberance was a vibrating, tangible thing that I could almost reach out and touch.
The man she was with wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a hug.
My dragon uncoiled within me, his tail lashing as a snarl spilled from his lips. Remove the human … he whispered inside my head, his anger washing through me in a trickle of red-hot heat. She is not for him.
No, and she’s not for us either. I knew what he was thinking, I could hear his thoughts clearly in my mind. The woman interested him; he wanted to taste her.
I shoved him back, until he had faded to a mere afterthought. It had been too long, that was all. I grunted, trying to remember the last time I’d kissed a woman, let alone fucked one. Too fucking long.
“Can I help you?”
I blinked. The man had gone. The woman stood alone in the shop and she was staring at me. This is what happens when you allow yourself to get distracted. I stepped forward into the light.
She smiled at me, the practiced smile of a store owner greeting a potential customer.
At her smile, the warmth intensified, sliding against my skin, nudging at the weariness that consumed me and pushing it away. The shadows in my mind lifted, my despair and loneliness melting away along with the shackles of the responsibility that tied me.
Without thinking, I grinned back at her.
Her smile widened, then faltered, slipping at the corners as panic filled her gaze.
The darkness came crashing back, tugging me back down and sucking the breath from my lungs. What the—?
“Who are you?” It was almost a whisper.
Steeling myself, I took another step forward. “Trent. A dragon shifter, like you.”
She stiffened. “I’m not a dragon, and you should leave.” She turned away, her back rigid.
I had to give it to her, her voice didn’t waver or break, even though she looked ready to bolt. “Astrid?”
She sucked in a breath, her hands trembling as she scooped up a small dish.
I stepped closer, dragging air into my lungs. She might deny it, but there was no denying— Almost stumbling, I ground to a stop. Nostrils flaring, I sucked in another breath, filtering away the incense and tea that masked her scent.
Nothing.
I couldn’t smell her.
My dragon screamed with rage, metaphorical flames spilling from his mouth at being denied this woman’s scent.
She glanced over her shoulder, offering me a small shrug of apology. “See? I’m not a dragon. You have the wrong person.” Her emerald green eyes flashed with something that looked like regret, but it was gone in an instant.
They had neglected to tell me that she wouldn’t smell like one of us. They’d had somehow failed to pass on that vital piece of information. What else had they forgotten to tell me? “Your brother sent me—”
“Brother? I don’t—”
“Bastian needs you.”
The dish fell from her hands, smashing onto the floor and shattering into shards.
Her Dragon Protector
Meet Astrid & Trent - Out Now!
A dragon shifter on a mission…
When dragon shifter Trent finally finds the woman he’s been searching for, his vow to return the feisty she-dragon back to her clan is the last thing on his mind. Curvy Astrid has his mouth watering and his heart thumping, leaving no doubt in his mind that she's his true mate. Honor demands that he resist the mating urge and leave her unclaimed, but is he strong enough to fight the hunger … and does he really want to?
A woman with a forgotten destiny to fulfill…
All Astrid wants is to be left alone. She’s happy running her quirky little store in the backstreets of London, far away from her clan and their judgmental attitudes. She’s even learned to live with the fact that her dragon abandoned her, leaving her to face the voices on her own. It sucks, because no one asked her if she wanted to be able to read minds. She’d give these strange powers up in an instant for the chance at a normal life.
Then Trent walks into her life and the voices are silent.
Fate has spoken. There is hope and this man is the key.
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About Olivia Arran
Olivia Arran is a USA Today bestselling author. She has been an avid reader since childhood, forgoing sleep to devour page after page by torchlight. As an adult she still reads voraciously, but also enjoys penning her own tales of romance. Steamy paranormal romance with strong alpha heroes and feisty heroines - Olivia writes what she likes to read and hopes you like it too!
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