It’s official! Dagr, the
next book in my Forged in Fire series, is now available. For those who read
Viking Ancestors: Rise of the Dragon and remember Dagr and Thorulf as children,
you shouldn’t be surprised to find them as competitive as ever now that they’re
adults. So competitive that they’ve found themselves in one heck of a love
triangle!
Fated mates caught in a wicked love
triangle...
Maya always knew she was meant to travel through time to help
humanity in some unknown way. She would never have guessed it was to keep them
safe from warring gods. Nor that she would straddle two worlds, caught between
life and death, her only hope a Viking from the distant past she craves
but can't have. A dragon prince with too dark a lineage.
Determined to make Maya his, Dagr Sigdir heads to the
twenty-first century only to discover she's half immersed in Helheim, the Norse
Underworld. Son to its ruler and certain he's her fated mate, Dagr's the only
one who can free her from its dark hold. Or so he thinks until someone far more
challenging than mere death stands in his way. His closest friend and
brother-in-arms, Thorulf.
Will Dagr step aside if Thorulf and Maya are destined to be
together? Or will he fight to claim his mate and risk his people's safety?
After all, if Maya doesn't end up with the dragon meant for her, they won't
harness the power needed to battle the deities. Find out as Dagr, Maya and
Thorulf embark on a super-steamy mystical adventure for the ages.
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Teaser
“He’s coming.” Maya
narrowed her eyes on the stormy ocean, feeling both Dagr and Thorulf drawing
closer. “They’re coming.”
“Stay back.” Aunt
Elsie entered one of her psychic trances, and her eyes changed. She blocked
their path before they headed onto the deck. “They’re not all that comes.”
She was right. A crow
landed on the railing outside and looked directly at them. Chills ran down
Maya’s spine. Typically, animals flocked to her, but this was different. The
crow represented something sinister.
Something coming for
her and her sisters.
Confirming her
suspicions, all hell broke loose seconds later.
Thunder cracked
again. Lightning struck the ocean at the end of the dock. Fire roared and
swallowed the room whole without causing any harm. Then boom, it sounded
like a bomb went off before the harmless flames retreated back to the hearth,
leaving the room just as it had been.
Well, almost as it
had been.
“Oh, my God,” Trinity
exclaimed when two huge Viking warriors with black fur cloaks appeared out of
thin air and ordered them to stay back. Blades at the ready, they rushed onto
the deck only for the crow to release a banshee-like scream and vanish.
Maya’s vibration
might have been on the road to improvement, thanks to Trinity, but it plummeted
in a flash. Was it because of the men or the crow, though? Because that bird
had been unnatural.
Too queasy to be
frightened, she sank onto the couch. She hated this. Loathed feeling so
controlled by her fluctuating vibrations. Being so blasted unstable.
Especially in front
of strangers.
“Are you okay?”
Trinity sat and put an arm around her shoulders. Caught between awe at the
Vikings and concern for her sister, Trinity's worried gaze flickered from the
men to Maya. “Why don’t you lie down again?”
“No, I’m okay.”
Completely out of character, she shrugged off her sister’s comforting touch and
squeezed her eyes shut. “I just need a second to find my balance.”
“Sigdirs,” Aunt Elsie
barked out the door, her voice different. “Get inside. Let Thor deal with her.”
Thor? But of course,
Thor. Who else controlled thunder and lightning? Who else considering the war
between the Norse and Celtic gods? While they hadn’t seen direct evidence of it
here, the weather had been more and more unstable. Like climate change on fast
forward.
“Now,” Aunt Elsie
roared. “You are not strong enough to deal with her yet, cousins.”
Cousins? Who was possessing
her aunt? How dare they?
“Get out of my Aunt
Elsie,” Maya growled, barely recognizing her own voice. Her eyes snapped open.
Red hazed her vision, making her more nauseous still, but there was no stopping
it. Her inner dragon roared up. Her fury became unrecognizable. The strength
that filled her dark and protective. So protective that she couldn’t
differentiate between her aunt and what possessed her. Only that it didn't
belong.
So she attacked…only
to slam into a hard wall of muscle.
“Stop, Maya.” Strong
hands clamped around her upper arms. “She’s temporarily possessed by my kin. No
harm will come to her.”
Crippling, foreign
arousal shot through her, followed by more rage. She didn’t need to look into
his face to know who stopped her. His essence was all-too-familiar.
“Let me go, Dagr.”
She looked anywhere but at him, refusing to gaze into his dragon eyes again.
Refusing to get sucked further into the darkness. She tried to pull away, yet
he held fast. “Let me go, or I’ll…”
“You’ll what?” he
taunted when she trailed off. His voice was as deep as Thorulf’s, and his scent
masculine. Like spruce mixed with spice. Delicious and tempting.
Way too much.
Had she detected
amusement? Did he think this a joke? Her a
joke? Unfortunately, she couldn’t lash out if she wanted to because her anger
only made her weaker.
He only made her weaker.
“Let her go, cousin,”
Thorulf warned while Trinity held, of all things, a taser at the ready.
Rather than look at
Dagr, Maya's gaze went to the safety of Thorulf. While she’d expected him to be
attractive, he was better looking than anticipated with black hair and dark,
sensual eyes. Jade had said Destiny’s mate Leviathan was ‘hot as hell,’ yet Maya
had trouble believing it would be true of the rest of them. Not when they
weren't just dragon but Viking. Which meant their vibrational level had to be
low by default, their personalities prone to negativity.
“Do you think us that bad then?”
Dagr murmured, back in her mind uninvited once again.
“Stay out of my head.”
She yanked free only to make the awful mistake of looking at him. Of seeing his
human half. Incredible blue eyes and chiseled features that belonged nowhere
near a man of his vibrational level. Features doomed to morph.
Even with men who
looked as good as Dagr and Thorulf.
It was inevitable.
Males of her species simply didn’t appeal to her and would eventually change
how she saw them physically. Dagr’s sun-streaked dark hair would dull. His
dimples would fade. The twinkle in his devilish eyes would turn shallow. His
tall, broad-shouldered build would become overbearing. Too much where now it
was powerful and appealing.
“That’s enough.” Back
to herself again, Aunt Elsie shot the men a warning look. “You two need to give
Maya space. Now.” Her eyes narrowed
on Dagr, pegging him as the one who dragged Maya down the most. “Especially
you.” Despite being half their size, she shooed them away from Maya like a
mother hen and lobbed questions at them. “Who was just in my mind? What were
they talking about? Who was that crow?”
“You were in contact
with Destiny before we arrived, yes?” Dagr asked instead of answering. “So you
know our main enemy is MórrÃgan, the Celtic Goddess of War, Fate, and Sexuality?”
Though he spoke to
Aunt Elsie, Dagr’s steady, near predatory gaze never left Maya. Thankfully, the
more distance her aunt put between them, the better she felt. Her inner dragon
fell back, and her nausea and weakness lessened. The storm outside, however,
only seemed to intensify. Rain fell in heavy sheets. Lightning zigzagged in
angry steaks across the sky. Thunder crashed so hard it shook the house.
“We should not remain
here long,” Thorulf warned Dagr before Aunt Elsie could respond. His dark gaze
swept over the horizon. “MórrÃgan follows the dagger and puts those here in
harm’s way.”
“That dagger.” Aunt Elsie’s gaze homed in on an ancient-looking
blade sheathed at Dagr’s waist. “The same blade that appeared on our hearth and
swept Destiny back in time.”
The same dagger that
would forge fated dragons in fire, dooming them to be together life after life,
for all eternity. The thought of it sickened her. Not so much the romantic
angle. That was sweet enough. If it were with a human, not a dragon, that is.
Why would she ever want to be reborn a dragon time and time again, never
mind end up with one over and over? It sounded like an endless prison sentence.
“You must have gotten along well with Destiny,”
Dagr remarked, clearly not caring she didn’t want him in her mind. “She disliked what she was at one time too.”
Maya felt both nausea
and that same irritating burn under her skin at the sound of his internal
voice. Like disgust and desire rolled into one.
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