N.J. Walters: Drakon's Tear Pre-order

Monday, November 12, 2018

Drakon's Tear Pre-order

Drakon’s Tear is now up for pre-order. I posted the major links below, but if you can find the full list on a dropdown menu on the Entangled Publishing page.

https://entangledpublishing.com/drakon-s-tear.html

Drakon’s Tear

Blood of the Drakon, Book 6

Dying isn't an option. I've survived a kidnapping, and now I'm on the run from the Knights of the Dragon who want my gift. There's nothing a dragon loves more than treasure. I'm Abigail Owens, and I can sense gemstones. When I find myself drawn to a beautiful stone bracelet at a tiny shop in Moscow, I can't help but have it — even though I can sense it's power. But I didn't realize with this one decision I've just put myself in the middle of a war between the Knights and a Drakon.

I guess I'm just lucky like that.

The only person I trust even a little is Vasili Zima, which is weird since I’m not sure if he wants to kill me or protect me. I'm drawn to him in a way I hadn't thought possible, and he feels the same way, or he wouldn't be risking his life to help me. He's wanted by the bad guys just as much as I am, and staying with me, well, there's a hundred percent chance I'm about to get us both killed. But I will not be going down without a fight.

(Author’s Note: This book is NOT first person point of view.)

TEASER:

His heart pumped hard in his chest, and his lungs expanded with each breath he took. He met her gaze. “You are mine.”

He waited to see if she would object. He knew times had changed. Women were independent. And while he had no problem with that, even admired it, there was a part of him that was far more primitive.

She belonged to him, and he belonged to her.

“You are mine.” She gave his words back to him, and his dragon, which had been restless for centuries, practically purred. He wanted to be claimed by her. Wanted to belong to someone in this godforsaken world. Needed a reason other than the gaining of knowledge and wealth to occupy his days.

Abigail would give him purpose, a reason to carry on. But mostly, he wanted her love.

“I am,” he told her. He arched one brow and waited.

“I am,” she repeated.

He knew she truly didn’t understand what she was agreeing to, but he didn’t care. He hadn’t felt lonely until he’d met her. Hadn’t understood the depths of his emptiness until she was suddenly here, pouring into every crevice and canyon of his being.

“Abigail.” Such a perfect name for such a perfect creature.

Buy Links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07K6F5WC8/