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Book 1: Blood of the Drakon
by N.J. Walters
Darius Varkas is a drakon. He's neither human nor dragon.
He's also the target of an ancient order who want to capture all drakons for their blood. When fresh, a drakon's blood can cure any illness and prolong a human's life, and the Knights will stop at nothing to get it.
When librarian Sarah Anderson stumbles across a rare book belonging to the Knights of the Dragon, she's quickly thrust into a dangerous world of secrets and shifters and things she never would have believed possible. When the Knights realize Sarah has a secret of her own, she becomes just as much a target as Darius. Her scary dragon shifter just might be her best chance at survival.
"In “Drakon's Promise” you get a fight between good and evil as well as a battle between dragon and human...This is another winner from this author. I highly recommend this first book in this series."
4 1/2 Stars-Lisa Jung, Night Owl Reviews
"I highly recommend this new series for paranormal lovers."
4 Stars-Cori, Reading in Pajamas
"Fast paced and fascinating, I didn't want to put it down."
5 Stars-Stuck in Books
"There are so many great twists in the story I found it difficult to put the book down!...I have no idea when book 2 will be released but I need it!"
4 1/2 Stars-The Book Disciple
Excerpt from Drakon's Promise
©2016 N.J. Walters
“You’re what?” She shook her head in disbelief, certain she must have misheard him.
But he looked as shocked as she felt. She got the feeling he hadn’t meant to say what he had. Then he shook his head and met her gaze. “I’m a drakon. The son of a dragon and a human female.”
Could her day get any worse? Yes, yes, it could, because Darius obviously believed what he was saying. She was trapped in a luxury penthouse apartment with a man who thought he was part dragon and part human.
“And how did this happen, if dragons haven’t existed on the earth for more than four thousand years?” Time to inject a little reason into the conversation. He couldn’t be totally crazy, not if he’d built a business empire. Or, at least, that’s what she was banking on.
Maybe he’d played too many of those fantasy role-playing games as a teenager. Maybe he’d never stopped.
He raked his fingers through his thick black hair. “I’m just a little over four thousand years old, Sarah.”
“You don’t look a day over two thousand,” she quipped. When he didn’t laugh at her joke, she hopped off the stool and backed away from him. He sighed and came around the counter. She held out her hands to ward him off. Not that it would do much good considering how much larger he was than her. “Stay back.”
“I didn’t mean to frighten you.” He did seem sorry, but that didn’t change the situation.
“And you didn’t think telling me that you’re a drakon and you’ve been around for thousands of years would freak me out?” Because she was honestly finding it hard to breathe. Her chest tightened and her throat constricted.
“Calm down, Sarah. No one is going to hurt you.”
“And I’m supposed to take your word for that?” The fierce expression on his face made her wish she’d kept her mouth shut. He’d been concerned before. Now he was angry.
She took another step back and stumbled. Darius lunged forward and caught her before her butt hit the floor. He pulled her tightly against him, with his arms banded around her.
God, he smelled good. She’d noticed earlier, when she’d cried all over him, but had been too upset to enjoy it. It was a combination of man and a woodsy scent that was both stimulating and relaxing at the same time.
She was attracted to a crazy man. It had been that kind of a day. “You can let me go now,” she told him.
“No.” He scooped her into his arms. “No, I really can’t.”
COMING APRIL 24TH|
Book 2: Blood of the Drakon
by N.J. Walters
Valeriya Azarov turned her back on the family business to write and illustrate children’s books. But with a sister who leads the Knights of the Dragon, it’s impossible to get away from the secret society whose mission is to destroy and enslave dragons. When information falls into her hands along with the opportunity to save at least one of the ancient creatures, she can’t turn away any longer.
When a woman moves into the cabin above Tarrant Cooper’s secret underground lair, he’s both suspicious and intrigued. He hasn’t lasted four thousand years being careless, so when he suspects her of being a part of the Knights, the plan is to kidnap her and find out how much the organization knows about him and his brothers.
He’s drawn to Valeriya, but trusting her could get him killed. Even if she’s a pawn in the war between drakons and Knights, giving her his heart would mean forever.
Excerpt from Drakon's Promise
©2017 N.J. Walters
“What’s your name?” she suddenly demanded. She’d kissed him and didn’t even know his name.
He opened the refrigerator door and pulled out several packages.
“Hey.” She knew it was crazy to demand anything from this man, but she was past all caution. “I asked you a question.”
“And if I answer it, you’ll never be able to leave here.” The way he said it, with little inflection, stopped her in her tracks.
It was a variation of “If I tell you, I’ll have to kill you.” It was used in the movies all the time, but Valeriya didn’t think this man was joking. “We both know I’m never getting out of here anyway, so why don’t you tell me who you are?” Maybe if she befriended him, she could get him to release her.
And then where would she go? The Knights were everywhere.
She swayed as her knees went weak. All she’d wanted to do was warn Darius Varkas about the Knights and go back home to her life. Now she feared she was truly going to die.
“What the hell?” Her captor was around the counter and caught her before she hit the floor. He scooped her up as though she weighed nothing and set her on one of the stools on the far side of the island. “Are you all right?” He hovered beside her but was no longer touching her.
It was as though he was afraid to touch her. She wasn’t sure if that was for her benefit or for his. She should be trying to figure out a way to escape, fighting the growing attraction she had for her captor. She wasn’t a guest here, but an unwilling visitor.
Unfortunately, it didn’t quite feel that way. It suddenly occurred to her that her intuition was silent. Yes, he was a very dangerous man, no doubt about it, but she didn’t feel as though he was a danger to her.
Her gift had chosen a really bad time to go haywire.
“What does it matter, if you’re going to kill me?” She’d rather get it over with than to drag it out indefinitely. And she really didn’t want to be tortured.
He swore, long and fluently, and in a language she didn’t understand. Did that mean he wasn’t American, or did he simply know other languages?
“Tarrant. My name is Tarrant. And I told you I wasn’t going to kill you.”
She rested her elbows on the counter to steady herself. “For now. You said you weren’t going to kill me right now.”
He swore again. “No one is killing anyone.