The Blood King - Upcoming New Release!

 Coming August 25th!!!

I love this series so much and am beyond excited to have the 2nd book finally releasing. Book 3 is already with my publisher and available for preorder and I'm working on book 4 now. 

Hope y'all love Ladon and Skylar's story -- their spark might just light up the world!

Ruthless dragon king Ladon Ormarr must keep his throne—and his people—safe from the cruel High King at all costs. With war on the horizon, he’ll need a miracle to protect his clan. Luckily, the fates have dropped the irresistible Skylar Amon right into his lap.

Or so he thought. Because the last thing this phoenix wants is him.

A phoenix mate is the ticket to securing his throne, but this fiery Amon sister detests Ladon, doesn’t stick to protocols, and regularly offends his warriors and advisers.

Skylar also has no intention of sticking around, nor does she believe in the whole destined-mates thing. But if it means taking out the High King who murdered her parents, she’ll put up with the too-sexy-for-her-sanity Ladon…temporarily.

Their mating bond may make them want to tear off their clothes, but outside the bedroom…well, Ladon is positive the fates hate him. Just as he starts to win over the mercurial phoenix, everything goes to hell when the High King makes his final move. And Ladon will burn down the world to keep the mate he is unwilling to live without.

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EXCERPT

Ladon crossed the room on silent feet and leaned over Skylar’s sleeping form. His entire suite smelled of her cloves and smoke scent, but he wanted it on his sheets, on his body.

Fuck. Twenty-four hours with this woman, and he was already on the edge of obsessed. Ladon chose to see that as a good sign for their mating. He couldn’t worry about any other implications right now.

“Skylar.”

Not even a twitch.

“Skylar, wake up.”

He reached out to shake her arm. The second he connected, Skylar moved. Before he knew it, she swept his feet out from under him, landing him on his back, and she was straddling him with a knife at his throat.

Not about to let himself be gutted by a woman obviously acting on instinct, Ladon rolled them, pinning her to the ground and knocking the knife from her hand. Only, by the time he got there, she’d stopped struggling.

She stared at him, breasts heaving, eyes locked to his. Damn, she was incredible—all fire and ice with a fight that wouldn’t quit. Respect coated the strong desire lancing through him.

Mine, the dragon half of him whispered.

That growing urge to claim, to plunder, had him leaning toward her, needing to taste her. Except a sudden flash of light, a second of silence, then he was outside in the hallway about to kiss the fucking floor.

Shit.

She’d done it again. Teleported his ass outside the room. With a growl of frustration Ladon was off the floor and through the door to his suite to find her standing and waiting.

She held up both hands in surrender, but her words conveyed anything but. “Your fault, not mine.”