People often ask me how I come up with my ideas and I often answer, no clue. They sort of just hit me. Today I sat down at my desk and stared at my computer. I was waiting for the spark of inspiration. Honestly, I don’t know where the thoughts come from. In my minds eye I see them as threads sorta free floating in my head and I simply reach out and yank one. After that, it’s like watching a movie. I see the scenes I just add the dialogue.
Which brings me to Rogue Dragon, the spark actually came from a children’s book my son borrowed from his schools library. The what if’s started and before long I was researching everything dragon. Hence the book was born. But it doesn’t stop there. No! Of course not. You see I had gotten my hands on quite a bit of information and even though it started with dragons it was all about myths and legends. Those threads in my head were all over the place and the series Shifter Legends emerged. It starts with a dragon but let me warn you the winding story with it’s bends and curves will not end with one. Okay, well, maybe…I don’t know yet. That’s the pantser in me but n the mean time enjoy the ride cause these books may get a little bumpy…
Please allow me to introduce you to Kirill and Synda.
Synda Supreme has known all her life she was a dragon…sort of. The love child of a human mother and dragon father, she’s maintained the secret and lived as a human never realizing that her last name is actually a title.
Until she met another dragon.
Kirill Kavinkovy knew nothing of the woman he was sent to kill but one look at her and he kidnaps her instead–unwittingly setting off a series of events that will change the dragon clans forever.
With her he could rule a nation.
“Do you have a phone, slaa dast?” Kirill inquired.
“Possibly. What are you calling me?”
“An endearment, sweetness, nothing more. The phone?”
“Well let’s see, I may have one but some dumb dragon decided to snatch me off the street so it’s very possible that anything I had on me may have dropped into the whatever.” Her voice rose as she spoke.
“Are you always so pro teev a pa lawzh nee? Umm, contrary.” He chuckled. “You should be afraid of me yet you sit here and argue with me.”
She waved her hand around. “Please. I have dealt with male shifters most of my life and I have handled the biggest, baddest male dragon yet. So you, well, you’re just a little lizard compared to him.”
Her words cut the tenuous tether he had on his beast. At her admission to dealing with other men he felt an urgent need to claim her. His animal snapped its jaws, anxious to be free. His body heated up, he could feel beads of sweat beginning to pepper his face as he became hotter than normal faster than usual. Steam rose around him and through the mist, he thought he saw the brief look of panic cross her face.
Kirill moved to his knees and crawled closer to Synda. She scrambled back. He’d had no idea how cold she was until he looked at her though his dragon’s insight. Where her body should have been red she was blue almost to her core. His anger dissipated. First he needed to warm her then he needed to spank her.
“Are you scared now?” His voice was guttural and he smiled to show her his sharp row of teeth.
She lifted her chin. “Nope.” She raised her hands and held them a few inches apart. “Like I said why would I fear a wurm?” She widened the space to the width of the crater his body had created. “When I have had to deal with a dragon like this?”
The insult was too much. He pounced, covering her with his body as his momentum thrust her against the back wall with a hollow thud. She’d leveraged her legs between them and caught him in the gut with her feet driving him back. His legs hit the packed snow and ice cut into his knees as he slid back to the other end of the pit. He stared at her and noticed how her color was improving as she returned his gaze through narrowed eyes.
“I may not be a full-blooded dragon but I know how this goes. You want me, you have to fight me. Understand this, I will not go down easy.” Synda panted.
Laughter rippled through him a rusty sound that erupted past his lips. “You have been taught well our ways, slaa dast, but your education regarding our mating rituals is lacking. I don’t have to fight you, why would I hurt a woman I want? No, mahtyeh. Mate, I only have to make you want to submit to me.”
She snickered. “Yeah, good luck with that.”