All the Draconians had relocated to Elementa, which had been renamed New Draco. Giving up their barely habitable planet represented no great sacrifice, but it meant a lot to Earth, which could mine it for precious metals, minerals, oil, and other natural resources.
O’ne rubbed her belly. “By the time B’laze is born, passenger flights to Earth may be resumed. Maybe you’d like to go home for a visit?”
“Wherever you are is home,” he replied. “I do still have friends on Earth. It might be nice to drop in.” Maybe he could see his family. He’d always suspected Biggs had been responsible for blowing his cover when he was in the CIA, and, with him out of the picture, maybe a visit would be possible. He’d send out feelers into the intel community.
“F’iery and B’laze should see their father’s planet, their roots,” she said.
“Sounds like a plan, then,” he replied.
“I have another plan.”
“Oh?”
She settled the sleeping dragonling into his arms. “Why don’t you put F’iery in her nest and come to bed so we can heat up the sheets?” A cinnamon scent he associated with sex drifted on the air as she waggled her eyebrows.
“Playing with fyre. I like it.” He pressed a hot kiss to her mouth. “Back in a flash!”
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Thank you for reading Playing with Fyre, the final book of the Alien Dragon Shifters series. I hope you enjoyed it and will consider leaving a review to let other readers know about the book. If you missed Under Fyre (book 1) or Line of Fyre (book 2), the blurbs to those books are below. Finally, I have an excerpt from my new series, Alien Castaways. There are/will be six books in that series: Chameleon, Wingman, Psy, Shadow, Inferno, and Tigre.
Under Fyre (Alien Dragon Shifter 1)
Betrayed by her people, does she dare trust a dragon?
The alien dragon shapeshifters who discover Earth come in peace—at first. Then, inexplicably, they threaten to attack. In an attempt to show goodwill and appease the dragons, Earth sends a human woman to become a concubine to one of the Draconian king’s sons, Prince K’ev.
K’ev would sooner give up his ability to breathe fire than accept a human, but when he meets Rhianna, sparks fly, and his dragon realizes she’s his mate.
Rhianna falls for the hot-blooded prince, unaware she’s a key link in a desperate scheme to defeat the dragons, a strike that could backfire with devastating consequences. Will she figure out what Earth has planned in time to save her dragon mate? And if she does, will K’ev be able to save her planet from the fire of angry king’s retaliation?
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Line of Fyre (Alien Dragon Shifters 3)
You know things are bad on Earth when you’re the president’s daughter and becoming a concubine to an alien dragon shifter seems like your best option…
Helena Marshfield made a big mistake. But making it right puts her life in danger. She’s forced to flee and become the concubine of the Draconian prince. She never expects to be attracted to the "dragon man," and has no intention of making the relationship real.
Prince T’mar has no wish to consort with a human. Unfortunately, his father, the king, decrees he must accept her, his dragon mistakes her for their mate, and worse, the flame-haired female stirs his desires. Still, he intends to deposit her at the palace and fly away.
But when powers on Earth draw them into the line of fire, will their unexpected, unwanted burning attraction be the one thing that can save them?
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An excerpt from Chameleon: Alien Dragon Shifter 1
Plop!
Serenaded by the rain’s pitter-patter, Kevanne snuggled under Grandma’s quilt in a peaceful fog between sleep and wakefulness until a water droplet hit her smack on a closed eyelid. Her eyes popped open.
Plop! Another drop landed on her forehead.
Plop. Plop.
WTF? She shook off the drowsiness, her gaze zeroing in on a brown splotch staining the ceiling.
Plop!
“No, not the roof! Why?” She flung off the quilt. After donning her robe and slippers to ward off the chill of the cold spring morning, she dragged the mattress away from the leak and propped it up against the wall. She couldn’t afford to buy a new mattress and replace the roof. Who was she kidding? She couldn’t afford the roof!
She placed a large kitchen pot under the drip and then searched her small, two-bedroom house for more signs of leakage.
None, thank goodness. Maybe the damage wasn’t too bad. Maybe she could patch the leak, and it wouldn’t cost too much. She sighed. Coffee first. She put on a pot to brew and went to get dressed. No sense showering just to crawl around on the roof. She donned some warm clothes, including heavy wool socks and boots with some serious tread so she wouldn’t fall and break a leg.
After a quick fortification of some strong black coffee, she slipped on her raincoat and trudged to the barn. The faint manure odor indicated a previous owner had kept horses, but Kevanne used the outbuilding for storage.
She found a tarp, and, with it tucked under her arm, lugged an aluminum extension ladder to the house. She propped it against the pine-needle-clogged rain gutters and climbed onto the roof. At least the rain had stopped—temporarily, but the clouds remained low and heavy, darkening the morning to a dreary gray, typical for April in northern Idaho. A single patch of brightness lightened the eastern sky where the clouds had thinned a tad.
She picked
