Scattered Flames ~ The Dragon Queen Series
Lost in a sea of pleasure, Imrie cried out, never wanting the sensation to end. Whatever he desires of me, I will do it. She turned her head, allowing him to drink freely.
Ukemi appeared in the doorway.
Imrie went rigid.
Thankfully, the vision and blood lust had Lord Lucius distracted, or for lack of a better word, occupied. Had he seen Ukemi, he would’ve reacted.
“Ukemi, you shouldn’t be here! If he sees you…”
With her sweet face bunched in disappointment, she shook her head. “You’re no better than your husband. You sold your soul and body to the devil just to trap the dragon queen, and now he owns you.”
“No my dear girl, I sold my soul and body to the devil so you wouldn’t have to. Now please, return to your quarters before he senses you.”
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Life is good. My mom is recovering and I wasn’t torn apart by the Lycans. Work is rolling in almost faster than I can handle, and I might even be about to find my dad. The cherry on top? I’ve met a man. One who gives me all the attention Demarcus never did and doesn’t make me nervous like Zaid does. Yeah, I know he’s human, so a relationship is out of the question, but I’m going to enjoy his company for as long as I can. It’s nice to have a normal, non-paranormal friend, especially when he’s as handsome as Easton.
When will I ever learn that just when thinks are going well, it’s time to expect crazy to rear its head? Nothing is turning out quite the way I expected, but through trying to keep my human IT guru out of Undercity business, dealing with a stalker and the aftermath of some of the best sex of my life, I come to one conclusion. It really isn’t me…
The Undercity Chronicles of Babylonia Jones, P.I.
It’s Not Me, It’s You
Zaid is one of the oldest living Vampires. His age is unknown and, from his own mouth, he predates the birth of Christ. Melia is over two hundred years old and in the Vampire world, while she’s not considered old, she’s considered seasoned. The older a Vampire is, the more dangerous they become and their powers become more refined. I could see why everyone feared Zaid on that point alone.
When my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I made out the furnishings in his room; dresser, recliner and large bed. His eyes were like beacons, letting me know that they were not only open, but looking directly at me.
I made my way to his recliner and eased into the comfortable leather seat. “I can see why you like this thing. It’s comfy.” I had to hand it to them. Vampires sure had a way of picking out comfortable seating.
“Aw, I was hoping you would join me in bed,” he said in a deep and throaty voice. “This is quite…comfortable too.”
I brought up my legs and crossed them. “Not on this visit, buddy.”
“Usually when I come during the day you’re up. I mean, you’re in bed, but you’re wide awake. Why are you so sleepy now?”
“I sleep during the day, but just not as long or hard as the others.”
“Is it because you’re so old?”
“Partly,” I repeated. “What are the other factors?”
“Babylonia, I am exhausted and if I don’t get some sleep I’ll be cranky. You wouldn’t like me when I’m cranky.”
I snorted. “I don’t like you now.”
“Stop lying. You adore me.”
“Adore would be stretching it. Alright. Go to sleep and I’ll just sit here and wait.”
He went quiet and I folded my hands in my lap, trying to stay still and not fidget. I began to think about exactly how the visit would go down. The Fairy King will come up to me and, with one look, declare that not only was I half-Fairy but he was also my father. There would be a little crying and some hugs. He would tell me that he hadn’t known that I existed, he would apologize for being absent in my life and for leaving my mom to struggle on her own.
Maybe I’d go visit him so he could teach me all about my powers. No. I couldn’t do that. According to Zaid I might go there and when I came back years might’ve passed. He would have to stay with me for a while. As the King, could he leave for an extended visit? I mentally shrugged. Probably.
Zaid let out a deep breath and pulled me from my thoughts. “I don’t think I can sleep while you’re in the room.”
“I won’t hurt you. I promise.”
“It’s not that. Even in sleep I can defend myself.” I thought back on the time when I’d made a mistake and gotten too close to Melia while she’d slept. She held me in a tight grip until she’d woken up that evening. I couldn’t pry her hand off of my forearm and couldn’t get away. I’d been powerless. “It’s your scent,” he continued. “It does something to me.”
I lowered my head to sniff at my cleavage. “I don’t remember putting on the Chanel N°5 this morning, but I could’ve.” I’d bought a small bottle of the very expensive perfume and because I’d worn it sparingly, it had lasted almost a year. But thanks to Zaid, I had a new, bigger bottle. I frowned. “I was a bit out of it today.”
He took a longer, shuddering breath. “It’s not the perfume. It’s your natural scent.”
I straightened. “Oh, I can’t do anything about that. Just stop breathing then, you’re a Vampire, you don’t need to anyway.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“Yeah, it is, just hold your breath.”
“You’re going to be the death of me.” He shifted on the bed. “Why were you ‘out of it’ this morning?”
I lifted a shoulder. “I guess I had a little too much to drink last night.”
He paused and through the silence my heart picked up speed. We weren’t dating. We weren’t an item. But a flash of guilt surfaced as I thought about my date with Easton.
“What happened last night?”
“Nothing,” I was quick to reply.
“Another lie. I can hear it in your voice and the way your body is reacting. What happened last night?”
“None of your concern.”
He turned on his side, giving me his back. “Have fun finding the Belle Isle portal without me.”
I slapped my hands on my thighs. “Oh my god, stop being childish. I went on a date. There.”
He didn’t reply. An uncomfortable silence fell over us.
After a few minutes I cleared my throat.
“Who did you go out on a date with? Demarcus?”
I chuckled. “Yeah, right. Been there, done that. Don’t need to revisit that fiasco. Ever.” I waved a hand through the air. “I went out with a guy I met the other day. A human.”
“A human? You don’t belong with a human. A human would never understand our kind.”
“I know.” There was no point in denying it. Growing up I’d had human boyfriends and I’d found that hiding and lying didn’t result in a good relationship and, in the end, the relationships had been more trouble than they were worth anyway.
“Then why did you go?” he asked softly.
I sighed. “I don’t know, Zaid. He was nice, cute, funny and he was normal. He was just a normal guy that was interested in me and it felt good to be noticed.”
“I notice you.”
You also scare me.
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A mob boss finding his dead lover alive six years after her death? Shocking. Learning they’ve got a five-year-old son? Deadly.
Six years ago Sanai Ward fled her home in Florida when her lover’s infidelity nearly brought her life to a fiery end. Devastated but determined to create a safe and happy life for the child she was carrying, Sanai started over from nothing.
Single parenthood isn’t easy. But the joys of watching her beloved Nazario thrive is more than enough motivation to ignore the ache in her heart for the man that shattered her soul.
Dante De Luca is a passionate man who’s had his life stolen from him. Six years ago he was in love and happy, until his woman was killed in a fire. There was nothing left in the ashes but the locket he’d placed around her neck. Too angry to deal with his loss, Dante sought to make the world pay for his broken heart by forming an unholy covenant with an unspeakable ally. He’d live to regret it, but signing away his humanity to the devil seemed meaningless when his soul was already gone.
When an accident involving a family member draws Dante to New York, it forces an unexpected meeting between him and Sanai. Then Dante has to decide what’s more important: his rage and revenge, or the safety of the woman he once loved and the health of his new-found son?
Lies You Tell
There was no mistaking that face; this was the woman he’d been looking for. He watched as she maneuvered the car out of the parking lot. When her car was a comfortable distance away, Dante slowly pulled out of his spot to follow.
He tracked her vehicle cautiously. There were always two to three cars between them at any given time. When she went through the electronic tag-holder lane to get to the Whitestone Bridge, he aimed his car at the cash lane.
He kept eyes on her all the way to Brooklyn, all the way to a familiar block. He’d been to Crescent Street several times over throughout his life. His right-hand man in Florida had a grandmother who lived on this block.
“It can’t be,” he whispered. “It’s just a coincidence.”
He watched her step out of her car and walk toward a house he could remember standing inside. When she reached the inside of the gate, he slipped inside behind her.
She stumbled at the sound of his voice. Her head snapped around, her gaze clashing with Dante’s. That was when he felt it: That sizzle, that spark of electricity they’d always shared. That fire that was constantly present when they were this close. This wasn’t a coincidence.
“My God, it’s you,” slipped from his lips just before he pulled her into his arms and sealed her lips with his. There was that perfect mix of fire, heat, and vanilla that was always there whenever he’d kissed her in the past. Familiar lips moved under his with a matched urgency. A routine so familiar neither of them had to think about it. Even after six years, their bodies still remembered.
He pulled away from the kiss only to take in the air his burning lungs were demanding. He looked down into the hickory-brown gaze staring back at him and saw the spark of fear there.
“Six years, Sanai. Six fucking years I thought you were dead. Care to explain to me how I managed to get that wrong?”
She tried to step away from him, but he placed a firm hand on her forearm to keep her where she stood.
“Why are you here, Dante? You shouldn’t be here.”
“No.” He shook his finger at her. “The question isn’t why am I here, but how the hell are you here? I saw them bring your body out of that burning building. The cops had to fucking cuff me to keep me from running in there to try to save you. How did we all get that wrong, Sanai? There was a body with your necklace on it. How the hell could you let me think you’d died in that damn fire?”
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