Firefighter Dragon’s Demi-God Daughter (SNEAK PEEK)
Irish Dragon Shifter Brothers Series
Blurb
A dragon shifter and the daughter of a demi-God must work together to save the world from a monstrous threat.
The Demi-God’s Daughter
I carry the blood of the Gods.
I have never known a life without duty.
At an early age, I learned that even the Gods could be killed.
My father was a soldier, and a demi-God.
He was the son of Ares, the God of War. But that did not keep him safe.
My grandfather raised me, and I learned about demons, and how to fight them.
And as an adult, I became an agent with the FBI.
At my job, I protect humans. In my free time, I protect my own kind.
I don’t date, and I don’t have friends. I am neither God, nor human.
Then I meet Jackson.
I mistake my handsome firefighter for a demon, and I try to kill him.
Despite our rough beginning, I find myself drawn to him, and he gives me another chance.
This sexy dragon shifter is exactly the kind of mate I need.
But I have always been on the outside. Can I let this gorgeous shifter in?
The Firefighter Shifter
As a bachelor, my life is exactly how I want it.
I spend my days putting out fires and rescuing humans.
I have a great clan on the coast of Oregon, and a close-knit crew at the fire station.
I don’t need a female to be happy.
Until I meet Helena.
She comes blazing into my life.
While I’m working, she runs at me, with her dagger outstretched.
We fight, and then I learn the truth.
Her dagger is made for killing one thing -- demons.
These monsters are close by, and they pose a threat to us all.
But can I trust Helena near my clan?
She is not human, nor is she a shifter. She will not reveal her heritage.
But we grow closer, and from her I learn to fight this new enemy.
My dragon insists she is my mate.
But my beautiful Helena is still a mystery to me, and her secrets threaten to tear us apart.
Before it’s too late, can I convince my gorgeous mate to share the truth with me?
Will Helena, daughter of a demi-God, allow her dragon shifter mate to show her what it means to be part of a loving clan?
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1 Jackson
“Please help me!” the woman cried out.
As usual, Jackson Hudson was first on the scene of the accident. He could hear her clearly, even through the glass. And as a dragon shifter, he could hear her heartbeat. It was racing, but steady. He was no doctor, but as a firefighter and first responder, unfortunately, he’d learned the sounds of humans in pain.
The good news was that he could usually help them.
Compared to a human firefighter, he was faster, he was stronger, and most importantly, he was fireproof. That part came in very handy when your job was dealing with a blaze.
He had to be discreet. He couldn’t allow humans to see what he could do. As he got closer, he could hear the woman’s panicked breathing. She was trapped in the car. The metal of the frame had bent in the accident, and no matter how hard she shoved at the door, she couldn’t escape.
Her screams had faded to whimpers. “Please,” she said.
Jackson pressed his hand against the glass. Somehow it had not broken. “Ma’am. I’ll get you out. Just close your eyes and take deep breaths, okay?”
She nodded but didn’t close her eyes.
“I need you to close your eyes, okay? I have some tools out here and I don’t want glass in your eyes, just in case.” He dropped a crowbar on the ground for appearances sake, although it wouldn’t have done a regular man any good. A human would have needed the Jaws of Life machine for this door.
Another shaky nod and she did as he said. Jackson listened carefully. He couldn’t hear the sound of any humans close by. There were no cars and no drones. But even so, he unzipped his large jacket and let it hang loose. He could not risk getting caught on camera using his bare hands to bend metal.
He pressed his body close to the car and put his hands on the spot where the metal was pinning the woman in.
Then he pulled. The metal creaked and bent, but it worked. He got the car door off and flung it to the ground.
The woman collapsed forward, resting her head on her airbag. With her hands still over her eyes, she sobbed.
In the distance, sirens wailed. “The ambulance is almost here,” he said, trying to reassure her.
He checked her pulse and her blood pressure, and then her pupils. “Did you hit your head?” he asked.
She shook her head.“No. Not at all.” She winced. “My leg hurts.”
He glanced down. None of the bones were visible, but her leg was at a funny angle. She could have dislocated her hip as well. “Just stay still, and we’ll get you something for the pain as soon as possible.”
Then he smelled smoke. A smoldering smell. Shit. He was trained as an EMT, but he preferred to leave fragile humans to the medics and not move them unless he had to. But this couldn’t wait. “I’m going to lift you up. It’s not safe to be in your car right now.”
The car did not burst into flames, but it was going to have to be dealt with. And he was the best one to do it.
Thankfully the ambulance came roaring in. Jackson relayed all of his info to the paramedics, and they started to talk to her. Before he left, the woman grabbed his arm. “Thank you,” she said.
“Happy to help,” he said, and he meant it. He loved his job.
Jackson hadn’t traveled much, not like his cousin Garrett who lived down in Las Vegas. Garrett had been all over the freaking world. But even so, Jackson couldn’t imagine a better place than the coast of the Pacific Northwest. The rocky coast that stretched along Oregon was exactly what a dragon
