As an author, I wish I could write a 10 chapters epilog. As a reader, I wish I can have an epilog book. Oh, wait. This book is it! A conclusion to an entire Series.
The book is Dragon Avenged by Ophelia Bell was out a few days back in the Adult, Paranormal, Romance genre.
The indulgently sexy epilogue of the “Immortal Dragons” series is here!
A year has passed since the explosive conclusion of the Dragon Council’s quest to find their mates and destroy their mortal enemy. The world of the higher races is on the verge of a dangerous shift. The dragons have one more ritual to undertake to ensure their secrets are kept and the human world remains oblivious to their presence. One woman is the key to their safety.
With powers and a bloodline no other creature in existence possesses, Deva Rainsong is finally on the verge of understanding her purpose. She must cast the spell required to reach all the humans tainted by the enemy, even if it comes at the expense of her innocence. But Deva’s nature craves a true awakening, and her rapture might just be the thing that saves them all.
“Only a little farther,” Llyr said, touching her elbow gently.
Deva took a deep breath and stepped into the water, wading slowly deeper, her gown floating up around her waist like a billowing cloud. She wore no undergarments and was suddenly self-conscious in front of the big satyr who followed close, but when she glanced back at him, he merely smiled and nodded.
“You’ve got this,” he said.
The pool they crossed wasn’t large, but it was deep, and soon the bottom fell away and she had to swim the last few feet to the small island of roots that surrounded the trunk of the tree.
She reached the tree and grappled at the twisted roots to haul herself out of the water. Llyr hoisted himself out and took her hand, easily lifting her the rest of the way.
“Thank you,” she said, wringing out her dress. She inhaled sharply and turned away from the big man when she realized her bodice was soaked through to her skin and nearly transparent.
“We both need to keep our feet in the water,” Llyr said, wandering a few yards around the tree. “This pool looks better. There are roots to sit on under the water and it isn’t as deep . . . Are you all right?”
Deva glanced over her shoulder, nodding as he pointed at the perfect ledge of roots that twined together about a foot beneath the water close to the tree trunk. “I see, thank you.” Then she went back to brushing and plucking ineffectually at the wet fabric that covered her breasts, in a near panic because it wouldn’t dry.
Llyr called her name again. “We need to get into position. What’s wrong?”
He gripped her upper arm and moved around to her front.
“Don’t!” Deva cried, twisting away and covering herself protectively.
He stared down at her with a frown. “Are you hurt?”
“No, it’s just . . . my dress is wet. I don’t want you to see.”
Heat flooded her face and she shook her head. “Just don’t look at me.”
“You were just swimming. Of course your dress is wet. If you wanted to avoid that, you should have taken it off. Here . . . I can fix it.”
He reached for her arms where she had them protectively caged across her breasts and pried them open. Deva clenched her eyes shut, waiting for some kind of reaction, but none came.
“You don’t need to be afraid,” Llyr said in a gentle voice. “Your beauty is nothing to be ashamed of.”
“I’m not ashamed. I’m just . . . not used to . . . this.” She lifted her gaze and gave him a defiant look.
Llyr raked a hand through his inky black hair and laughed. “This? You are part nymphaea, Deva. And part ursa, I might add. Being naked in mixed company is no oddity for shifters like us. It’s something we grow accustomed to from an early age. Dragons are the only ones who are addicted to clothing, but even most of them don’t mind running around naked in the right environments.”
“Then why aren’t you naked now?”
He lifted a shoulder and let it drop. “Because you seemed to have trouble focusing yesterday when I was wearing less than I am now. I thought being naked might be too much. It’s my responsibility to protect you, not distract you. You are my charge, not the target of my seduction.”
With a glance at his hips, she realized that he was indeed wearing a sarong that was more opaque than the one he’d been in the day before, though the rest of his toned and muscular body was pleasingly on display—and glistening wet now, to top it off.
“Now, do you want me to dry you off, or can you deal with the exposure?” He dropped his eyes to her chest and smiled. “Because you really may as well be naked.”
Her nipples pricked and she slapped her hands back over her breasts, face blazing almost as hot as the flames that licked through her lower body in response to his frank appraisal of her.
“Dry me, please.”
He nodded. “Move your hands.”
She obediently dropped them and waited. Llyr stepped closer and lifted his hands to her shoulders. “I need to touch you for this to work, all right? When I’m done, your dress will be as dry as I can make it, though I think it’s pointless.”
Deva swallowed and nodded, her pulse racing at his proximity. He squeezed her shoulders gently and began to lower his hands, flattening them along her collarbone and moving down.
“You’re not just doing this to cop a feel, are you?” she asked, voice shaking.
His lips twisted and his eyes twinkled. “You did give me the perfect excuse, but no, I genuinely need to be in contact to absorb the moisture from your dress. See?”
He lifted one warm palm from the front of her chest just at the edge of her bodice, and she glanced down. The soft white fabric where his hand had been was bone-dry.
Ophelia Bell loves a good bad-boy and especially strong women in her stories. Women who aren’t apologetic about enjoying sex and bad boys who don’t mind being with a woman who’s in charge, at least on the surface, because pretty much anything goes in the bedroom.
Ophelia grew up on a rural farm in North Carolina and now lives in Los Angeles with her own tattooed bad-boy husband and four attention-whoring cats.
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